[Comprehensive British and American] Soul Wandering

94:

The matter of the Duke of Anjou was suppressed, and Louis XII, who had just ascended the throne not long ago, did not know about it.

When the people of Blois woke up from a hangover, the black brick and stone roads burned by the fire had been replaced with new ones, and the dead people seemed to disappear into the world without a sound. Remember them as if they had never lived.

Caius returned to the castle of Blois before sunrise, and Catherine had fallen asleep by then.

Dmitry helped him put away the bath water before leaving.

The blood dissolved in the water and disappeared without a trace. Caius' mood was even more difficult to trace than the thread of blood dissolved in the water.

The blond beauty Chelsea, who can control the emotions of all creatures, came out of the room behind him, "Your Highness, Dmitry said that maybe you need my company."

Chelsea could feel Caius' pent-up anger just by looking at Caius's back, "It seems to be very necessary."

She didn't care about Caius' opinion at all, and entered his bathroom without his consent.

Caius said indifferently: "Get out, I don't need your intervention."

Chelsea ignored his words, sat on the ground behind him, and pressed his left and right temples with both hands.

While using her abilities to appease Caius' restless emotions, she complained, "If you really don't need help, you probably broke my neck the first time I came in."

The water droplets on the long hair slowly slid down the bathtub along the muscle lines of Caius' back along with the waves of Caius' emotions.

"Chelsea." He called her softly, "Don't come to me again."

Chelsea was slightly taken aback, and replied: "Okay."

95:

Vampires don't need sleep, so Caius sat on the windowsill in Catherine's room all night.

When Catherine woke up, she saw his somewhat lonely back. His long hair was slightly moistened by the morning dew, and the morning sun rising from the east gradually hung in the sky.

He was born in Crete, where the sunrise is on the left, and he has watched countless sunrises at close range, no matter which one, it is more shocking than the sunrise in France.

Time is such a terrible thing.

In a blink of an eye, it has been more than 700 years, and Hermione has become a 13-year-old Catherine, and he gradually lost his way in time.

He couldn't restrain his depression more and more, and when he left Chelsea, he became a complete tyrant.

The former Hermione could still make him calm, but now the young Catherine can't do anything at all.

Although Chelsea's mental treatment is useful, the effect will fade after a long time.

Catherine walked to the window barefoot and wrapped her arms around Caius' waist.

She greeted confusedly: "Good morning, Your Excellency, isn't the sunrise in Blois beautiful?"

Caius pursed his lips, did not hold the petite girl in his arms, nor touched her, he cleared his throat silently, and changed his gentle voice: "Although the sunrise is not as good as Crete , but has a beauty that Crete doesn’t have, Princess Catherine, good morning, put on your shoes first, don’t catch a cold.”

Catherine didn't notice the abnormality, and walked obediently to wash up.

96:

"When did you come back?" Catherine sat by the window with him after changing her clothes, "I am having trouble solving the homework you assigned me, maybe I don't know enough now, so I need more data to enrich."

"I saw your homework when I came back. You did a good job. There are some things that cannot be rushed." Caius gave her a good morning kiss. "So, I will take you to the forest next to the castle later. .”

Although it is not the time for hunting, it is also a good idea to take a walk in the forest.

The summer sun falls on the woodland, and the gold and green are intertwined to form a natural barrier for the grass, and the elk are leisurely grazing and walking on the hillside.

Caius was bathed in the sun, with diamond-like light jumping on his body, Catherine was not overwhelmed with surprise.

Caius didn't make any explanations, Catherine didn't ask any questions, and no one took the initiative to speak.

They stood at the top of the hill, and the sun was getting hotter. Catherine took Caius' hand.

"It's pretty cool," she said.

"what?"

"I have guessed countless ways you told me, but I didn't expect your explanation to be so silent."

Caius's blood-colored pupils condensed a layer of misty film under the sunlight: "You already knew?"

"You never hid it, you just never made it clear, didn't you?"

97:

After a long time, Catherine hugged Caius as if she had made some major decision. At the age of 13, she had just reached his chest, and she took the opportunity to bury him in his arms. Her voice was softer than that of a firefly:

"Your Excellency, when I decided to say these words to you, I have already let go of all my dignity as a princess of the two countries.

I don't even know why, I knew you were not an ordinary person when I first met you, but I still couldn't help but be attracted to you, you are more dazzling than the sunrise in France, and brighter than the stars and moons in Aragon eye-catching.

I like you, I don't care what kind of identity you are, just please don't abandon me, you seem to have everything, nothing is missing, I seem to have nothing to give you, except the sincerity that is not worth mentioning.

If you still have that little liking for me, please wait for me to grow up, and I will become what you like. "

Caius gently smoothed her long, raven-colored hair, let go of her arms around his waist, and in her panic and confusion, knelt down on the ground on one knee.

"My dear Catherine, please don't be too humble, you are the princess of Aragon and Caslitus, keep your pride, don't bow to anyone, I don't need your look up, I only want you to look down A soulful look."

Tears blurred Catherine's eyes, and Caius placed a kiss on the back of her hand, tenderly and sincerely:

"Dear Your Majesty Catherine, your beauty can only be matched by Queen Helen in the sky, it would be too wronged for you to be a princess in this human country.

I have prepared a vast territory for you to rule, and all you have to do is to accept a heart that belongs to the undead. "

The author has something to say:

Catherine: Why are you so fat?

Caius: I... puberty

I'm going to write a career plan these days (you know)

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