[Comprehensive British and American] Soul Wandering

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The summer afternoon in Barcelona was extremely hot, and the palace was empty and deep, but it was still cool. The Duke of Mantua found a diplomatic reason to stay.

Because of the diplomacy of various countries, there are often balls in the court.

The Duke of Mantua unexpectedly expressed that he did not want to participate.

"Duke, don't you know how to dance?" Catherine doubted.

Caius shook his head, and looked sideways at the group of noble girls pretending to play with flowers in the garden.

Catherine understood instantly, and she joked: "It seems that even the girls of Aragon can't resist your charm, Duke."

Caius took half a step closer, wrapped her arms around her waist with his right hand, and lowered his head with gentle brows, his blue eyes seemed to glow with the waves of the sea covered by the sun, and he said softly: "Catherine, you should know, I just want to be with you You go to the dance together."

Few people in the world can resist the temptation of the Duke of Mantua.

The Duke is not some bright-eyed, bright-toothed, fair-skinned young boy, unlike those court marquises and rich young masters who are spoiled and spoiled, with coquettish eyebrows and mean eyes.

Catherine felt that the face of the Duke of Mantua was rare and sharp, and the long pale golden hair like a gentle poet did not show that he was law-abiding, but rather unrestrained and unrestrained. When he is angry, he is like the end of the month and the cold winter, he is like an eagle that has never been restrained, no one can control him.

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She pushed his hand away, afraid that she would not be able to stand his temptation in the next second, "Duke of Mantua, I have entered into a marriage contract with the Prince of Wales of England, and every contact between you and me will make me I feel like I'm treason."

What a lovely analogy, Caius thought, "France and Italy seem more perfect unions for Aragon than England."

"What's the difference?" Catherine asked back, "Marry someone I don't know, and then try my best to please him and promote peace between the two countries. What's the difference between France and Italy?"

Caius squeezed her hands, and held her in his arms without any explanation. Every word and every word showed his disdain for the kingship: "If you come to France or Italy, I will depose the king for you." Ting, I will give you the most honorable queen position."

He always seemed to be very arrogant, disdainful of kingship and law. At that time, Catherine didn't know why. She only thought that he was arrogant, and he made random promises without consideration.

She sighed and withdrew from his embrace: "Duke of Mantua, I never believe in love at first sight."

Caius narrowed his eyes.

Catherine said: "In the court, love at first sight can only ruin the future of one girl after another. If you really love me, please bless my marriage with the Prince of Wales."

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He frowned unhappily, and his soft voice lowered, "Dear Princess Catherine, when did I tell you that I fell in love with you at first sight?"

Catherine froze, she didn't know how to answer.

Could it be that the love talk all this time is an illusion?

Caius leaned close to her ear and sighed softly: "Catherine, I just fell in love with you."

As soon as the words fell, Catherine couldn't hold back at all, her fair face gradually turned crimson, and the roots of her ears were even more red with blood.

"Duke of Mantua, I have to remind you that I am only 13 years old."

Caius rubbed her red earlobes with cold hands, and teased in a low voice: "You can marry at the age of 15, Catherine, as I said, I am waiting for you to grow up."

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In the end, it was the maid's report that saved Catherine: "Your Highness, the dress is ready, and the queen is waiting for you."

So she flew away, and the back of her fleeing made Caius lower his eyes and smile.

13 years old is indeed a little young in Aragon, and 15 years old is even considered naive, but in the future that Timereness saw, Catherine married the Prince of Wales at the age of 15.

A few months after the wedding, the man she thought she could rely on for the rest of her life passed away, leaving her alone in the vast England.

"If possible," Caius said, leaning on the pillar and looking at Timereness beside him, "I really want to overthrow the English royal family."

"Didn't you do that?" Timelenice asked back. She leaned on the bench admiring her newly dyed nails, and replied boredly: "You have replaced more than half of the church and the royal family officials. Almost lost power, overthrow, it's just time."

78:

The moon gradually rose up, and the temperature gradually dropped. The palace continued to sing and sing, and Caius had a drink alone in the Roman pavilion in the garden.

The cups are made of colored glaze, and it is not fresh human blood that dyes the colored glaze bloody.

In order not to expose his identity, he had to drink this poor blood, while Timereness enjoyed the fresh and sweet human blood freely in the suburbs of Barcelona.

Under the bright moon, his lips were wetted with scarlet blood, his fangs grew darkly, but he could only endure the desire for blood in his heart.

"Duke of Mantua."

The girl's more soothing voice than Xu Qingfeng broke the tranquility of the moonlight, "Can you dance with me?"

Caius turned around, threw the glass cup into the garden, wiped the blood from the corners of his lips with the tip of his tongue, and looked at her as if nothing happened, his blue eyes reflected the bright moonlight, "Your dance partner What? Princess Catherine."

The girl dressed up looked at him expectantly: "My brother has a new love, so he put me aside, can your lord dance with me, so that the ball will be considered complete."

Caius stopped her slender waist, humbly and sincerely: "It's an honor, Your Royal Highness."

79:

There is no music, only the silvery white moonlight.

Holding those white and tender hands that were much smaller than his, Caius asked, "Have you heard the sound of moonlight setting?"

"What?" Catherine was puzzled, "Moonlight also has a voice?"

"Yes," Caius whispered in her ear, "Listen carefully."

In the deep night sky, the silver moon parted the clouds, casting countless shadows hazyly.

Caius hummed softly in her ear, like a low and melodious Orviq tune.

Catherine was embraced by Caius, dancing to the notes.

The music ended with the dance steps, and Catherine's throbbing, jumping, and visible hesitation all fell into Caius' eyes.

The moonlight is more confusing than the luxurious lights of the imperial palace.

Caius hugged Catherine's waist and lifted her up easily. Catherine's waist was lowered to Caius' chest. She always looked up at Caius, but now she looked down at him.

Perhaps it was because the moonlight that night was so charming, Catherine held Caius's shoulder and said in a trance, "Maybe we have known each other for many years, Duke of Mantua, your voice, appearance, and behavior seem to be imprinted on Caius. In my heart, it seems that you are not meeting me for the first time, but reunion after a long absence."

The corners of Caius's lips rose, as if it was a clear and bright moon that had cleared away the dark clouds around him, "Catherine, my destined lover, all the injustice and darkness can't match the throbbing in my heart when I met you. Meeting you is the greatest gift from God to me. , I love you forever."

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I decided, if this chapter can have ten comments before noon tomorrow, I will add two more chapters tomorrow (///▽///)

The temptation from a cool little pounce on the street (come duck, take the bait)