The sun never sets rose

God didn't seem to hear Mary's prayers. After a week of high fever, coma, and ear bleeding, the young king stopped breathing and heartbeat on December [-]th, and passed away forever.

Mary is devastated...

She held François's body and cried all night, not allowing anyone to come close to touch it, her throat was so sore that she couldn't speak until the Queen Mother Medici ordered her to be pulled away.

Everyone in the palace was dressed in black.

"Miss, Her Majesty the Queen wants to see you."

The guards came to convey the notice, Jiang Xinyan was not surprised at all, and followed them quietly, but a few steps away, it seemed to have walked for a long time.

Pushing open the door, the room was dark...

Like a body whose soul has been taken out, Mary huddled in the corner weakly, holding the clothes that François wore before his death, weeping silently, her red and swollen eyes were dull and empty, there was no more vibrant color in her pupils, and her body was numb Stiff and unconscious.

Jiang Xinyan stood for a while, then walked to the window, trying to open the curtain to let the sunlight in.

"do not……"

The outstretched hand paused in mid-air and slowly lowered.

"His Majesty."

"I'm not the queen anymore, don't call me that." Shaking her head lightly, her voice was hoarse with breath.

Jiang Xinyan walked towards her, squatted down, and held her hand: "But you are still the Queen, and you are still Your Majesty."

Her body trembled slightly, she raised her head, thick dark circles appeared under her sunken eye sockets, and her chaotic eyes were filled with sadness and despair, even so, she managed to squeeze out a smile.

Laughing and laughing, tears fell down.

"He left me..."

Jiang Xinyan pursed her lips, said nothing, and lent her her shoulder to lean on.

"He was in a coma for several days, but he woke up suddenly yesterday morning, talked to me, smiled at me, and even got out of bed and walked... I thought he was fine."

"We stood by the window watching the sunrise, and he said he would protect me and Scotland for the rest of his life... He also said that we would have many, many children... Then he fell down and never opened his eyes again..." Breath caught in his throat Unable to mention it, Mary coughed a few times with a hoarse voice, covered her chest and cried bitterly.

Jiang Xinyan patted her back lightly, caressing Shunqi, his brows were furrowed by the miserable cry, and there was a trace of sadness in his heart, very helpless.How could she tell Marie that it was just a flashback, the last struggle of a person with all his energy before dying.

"Everyone, before going to see God, no matter what kind of illness they suffer from, they will all get better, because there is no pain in heaven." She thought of a more popular saying, and softly comforted her.

"He didn't leave you, he just changed a way to accompany you. When the last person who knew him in this world is gone, he will truly disappear."

"At least you remember that he came and everything that happened between you, so let him live in your heart, okay?"

Mary nodded in a daze, clenched the clothes in her arms, rubbed them gently against her cheeks, and whispered Francois' nickname, with a smile in her eyes.

"As long as I always remember him, he will be in my heart?"

"Yes." Brushed the messy hair on her forehead, and helped her wipe away tears little by little, "He will give you endless strength and courage, and you must stand up, face the world bravely, face In the future life, not only as his queen, but also as your own queen."

Lamenting that the world is impermanent and good fortune makes people, this young girl has just started her life. She will experience power struggle, conspiracy, killing, betrayal, even exile and imprisonment, and she will also experience the second and third times of injustice. An unsatisfactory marriage eventually becomes a hero in tragedy.

"Yes, I am the queen, I am the queen..."

Mary murmured to herself and repeated several times, clutching the clothes in her arms, staggered to her feet, with a bitter smile on her lips.

As Jiang Xinyan said, she is no longer the queen of France, but she is still the queen of Scotland. She lost her lover, but still has her country.

The funeral was held in a church.

The coffin was wrapped in black velvet, printed with the coat of arms of the French royal family, and a pure gold crown was placed on it. Mary stood solemnly in the front of the crowd in black, quietly listening to the priest's prayer.Her face was expressionless, her eyes were ashen, but her back was straight, showing extraordinary strength and bearing.

Today, it happens to be her birthday, turning eighteen.

Standing at the back of the line, Jiang Xinyan couldn't help wiping her eyes. She admitted that she was also an emotional person. At this moment, she really felt sorry for Mary, and sighed for her doomed rough life in the future. The happy time passed, and the dark It has just arrived.

No wonder Zweig is going to write a book for her, alas...

Under the night, the Palace of Fontainebleau was brightly lit, but the room was dark. By the light of the lonely burning candle, Mary saw clearly the person leaning against the window, also dressed in black, desolate and lonely.

"Your Highness."

The figure moved, but didn't look back: "What are you doing here?"

"Here, I'll give it back to you." Mary stepped forward with the velvet bag in her hand, and opened it. Inside was a tiara, which was more delicate, smaller and more delicate than the crown.

Only then did Medici turn around, glanced at her, took the crown, and lowered his eyes without saying a word.

"It used to be yours, but it was given to me later, and now it's returned to its original owner."

"No, its owner is the next queen."

Mary didn't speak, and silently took off the French royal family's coat of arms ring, and handed it to her.

"You're not going to marry Charles?" She raised her eyebrows, but didn't answer, with a sarcastic tone, which was her second son's nickname.

"He's just a kid."

"But he can keep you queen."

Mary shook her head and said with a wry smile, "I should go home, Scotland is waiting for me."

Her home country, Scotland, is now being run by her illegitimate brother as Regent, who must defend her as a duly crowned, full-blood queen while dealing with misogynistic rulers of the "Presbyterian Church" , if she doesn't go back, I'm afraid the kingship will be disintegrated.

She had already lost her mother and her husband within a year, and could no longer lose her country.

"Do you need a military escort?" Medici suddenly showed kindness, took the ring, and put it and the tiara aside.

Mary froze, frowning in confusion.

Currently Scotland is a Protestant country, and for her who believes in Catholicism, it is undoubtedly a dragon's den and a tiger's den, and she has to worry that if she goes back by sea, she will be swallowed by the sea storms of this season.

If you go by land, you must pass through the territory of England, and you need a pass issued by the King of England.

But Elizabeth is still in her uncle's hands...

Just as he was about to speak, there was a sudden loud noise outside, which made the house tremble, followed by loud noises and the sound of metal collisions, some people screaming and some people crying.

The two of them were taken aback at the same time, and opened the curtains to look out.

In the flames, a group of men wearing Huguenot armbands were fighting with the guards at the gate of the palace while riding on horseback and wielding swords.

"What's going on? Are you forcing the palace?" Mary was stunned.

Medici was very calm, turned around, and said leisurely: "It's just a small fight, let them go."

"???"

What kind of pettiness was chosen on the day of the king's funeral?An ominous premonition suddenly rose in Mary's heart. When she saw the Huguenots, she remembered the people she had killed before, and she always felt that they were coming for her, or...

She turned and ran out.

The faintly lit torches in the corridor were blown misty and swaying by the wind, and the passing guards hurriedly gathered towards the gate of the palace, and no one noticed Mary's anxious figure.

Pushing open the door of that room, the corpses of the four maids were lying on the ground, and Jiang Xinyan was gone...

"Uh...uh..."

The carriage was passing through the dense forest in the dark, and the howling cold wind poured into the car through the window, making Jiang Xinyan shiver. whimpering.

She vaguely remembered that two strange men broke into the room, killed the maids guarding her, and then...knocked her unconscious.

Have you been kidnapped again?

After a long century, the speed of the carriage gradually slowed down until it came to a complete stop. Jiang Xinyan was dizzy from the cold wind, and felt in a daze that the door was opened. Someone removed the cloth ball from her mouth and untied her wrist on the rope.

"Miss Jiang, are you okay?"

It seemed to see a familiar face with facial paralysis.

"Lord Walsingham?" He woke up instantly, jumped up and rubbed his eyes, and was sure that this man was Elizabeth's follower, and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

With a paralyzed face, he helped her get out of the car and looked around. In the pitch black night, there was only one torch, which faintly illuminated the wooden house in front of him. There were also candles in that room, and there were people shaking.

"Why are you? Where is this? Where is Elizabeth? Do you know that she was arrested? Why don't you save her?"

Worthingham didn't answer her, whispered something to the coachman, told him to drive away, and then led Jiang Xinyan into the house.

The cabins are simple but tidy.

Sitting next to the candlestick was a man, dressed in simple men's clothes, but with long reddish-brown hair that reached his waist like a waterfall, half of his fair and glamorous face was hidden in the dark shadows, mysterious and lonely.

"Words..."

The moment she raised her eyes, her eyes met, Elizabeth stood up and walked towards her, the joy and joy in her eyes almost overflowed.

It was the familiar gray-blue pupils, which had been seen countless times in the dream, but each time they revealed a cold and cruel light, repeating the words that broke her heart over and over again.

—I give up on you.

I have fantasized about the scenes of reunion countless times, maybe I will be wronged and cry, maybe I will cry, but I never thought that I would be as peaceful as I am now.Jiang Xinyan stared at this thoughtful face day and night, without grievances or tears, only a sense of relief, and a care for the letter that could not deceive himself or others.

Elizabeth stretched out her hand to gently stroke her face, carefully sized her up from head to toe, and finally hugged her into her arms, her voice trembling: "I'll take you home..."

Fingertips passed through the black and silky hair like ink, slowly rubbing the palm of the back of the head, slowing down the rhythm of breathing, desperately sniffing the familiar smell in her memory.Little Rose is her little Rose, but she feels so strange. It seems that something has changed, and it is different from before, for example, her eyes.

Those black eyes were no longer clear and bright, and she only saw numbness, confusion, anxiety, and a little bit of sadness, so that she wanted to use this hug to escape the questioning she might face.

"Liz."

"Well, I'm here."

Then Jiang Xinyan pushed her away in the next second: "Is that letter your original intention?"

There was no ups and downs in her voice, and she would rather have Little Rose cry and accuse her aggrieved than to question her in such a calm and disconcerting tone.

After a long silence, Elizabeth slowly took a breath and met her gaze: "It was my original intention at the time."

At that time, she hadn't mastered the list of all the rebels lurking around her, and she couldn't be sure what would happen in the future. The letter was written with half political purpose and half personal emotion. She exchanged a trace for a trace by hurting Little Rose. .

It's just that she didn't expect that Mary didn't do anything to Little Rose, and even the two of them got along better and better, so she was relieved and thought about how to bring him back.

It was a great risk for Elizabeth to set foot on the territory of France in person. Even with the protection of a powerful spy network and Protestant allies, she could not detect accidents in advance, but she still came, and she knew that if she did not Come on, Little Rose may never forgive her.

--Snapped!

A loud slap in the face exhausted all Jiang Xinyan's strength, without frowning or blinking, without mercy.

The sharp and hot pain spread quickly on her face, Elizabeth could only hear the constant buzzing in her ears, half of her cheeks seemed to be numb, she tilted her head and remained motionless.

"This slap, I didn't hit the queen, but Elizabeth."

"My heart..."

"I forgive you."

Tears welled up in his eyes, and after he choked up and finished speaking, Jiang Xinyan hugged her and cried bitterly: "You said what you are doing in France, you fool, don't you know that your life is very valuable? The family is about to be taken away, I thought you were really locked up..."

"Liz...I miss you so much, every day..."

"I want, too."

Elizabeth hugged her little rose tightly, forgetting the pain on her face, kissed her red eyes with wet|hot lips, tasted the hot and salty tears, panting|breathing gradually|quickened...

"His Majesty!"

The wooden door was suddenly pushed open, and Walsinghan, who was guarding outside, ran in in a hurry. Seeing this ambiguous scene, his throat got stuck: "We...are surrounded..."

As soon as the words fell, a crimson figure stepped into the room.

"Oh~Elizabeth~"

Caterina Medici stood at the door and smiled at them: "It's a pleasure to meet you."