Violet Orchestra

Rosalia was originally not far from their forward route, and it was only a small corner to reach.The more they walked in this direction, the warmer the climate became. It was already autumn, and there were golden fallen leaves and various autumn flowers in this area. The florets are all trimmed off the leaves, leaving some perfect patterns.

"It's actually this style." Violet frowned while looking out the window, "My God, golden hyacinth and deciduous dogwood are planted together, this combination is really a nightmare..."

"There's also white conant fruit and tamarind tree. Don't they think that these two flavors mixed together are like scented tea after an overnight stay?"

"The color scheme of this flower bed... um..."

"That's what he is, don't mind." Birkins patted Elaine on the shoulder.

Elaine didn't care: "Actually, I don't understand this, and every Rosalian has their own understanding of beauty. It's normal for Violet not to like a certain kind."

In fact, he didn't understand why every house had to have a flower bed in front of it. During the flowering season, the whole of Rosalia would become colorful, like a giant festival parade—why is this necessary?

Violet continued to observe the flower beds along the road, and expressed her confusion and dislike for one of the beetle-shaped ones: "...what is this family thinking?"

Since they arrived early in the morning, there were not many pedestrians on the road at first, so the poet could only look at the flower beds. As they got closer to the center of the city, as the sun rose, more and more people went out.It can be seen that regardless of their age, the Rosalian people really have a soft spot for gorgeous and complicated attire. The men, women and children they saw along the way were all dressed in a grand manner, which seemed that they, outsiders like them, were extraordinarily simple.

Seeing a girl wearing a long skirt full of lace passing by the carriage window, Petra said to Violet from the bottom of her heart: "Actually, I think most of them are quite similar to you. "

The poet followed her gaze and looked at the girl with complicated eyes: "Are you serious, but I think her dress is a bit vulgar."

"Is there any difference from you?" Petra looked puzzled.

Hodge, who was sitting outside driving the car, sighed with emotion: "Violet, I think you can just stay here, you must be very popular."

"..."

The poet curled his lips unhappily and decided to give up communicating with them.

"Let's find a hotel first? It seems that the city is very lively. Do you want to stay a few more days?" Birkins changed the subject tactfully.

Violet was about to agree, but someone beside him spoke up first: "Uh...maybe there is no need to go to a hotel."

Elaine said that she has been a little distracted since entering the city.

"Are you going to entertain us at home?" Petra frowned, "Not so good, will your parents think we are abducting you?"

"Of course not. Now that I'm in Rosalia, I'm of course very happy to invite everyone to my house." Elaine quickly explained, "But my house... the situation is a bit special, I hope you don't mind."

Under the guidance of Elaine, their overly plain carriage traveled along the main road of Rosaria, attracting many local crowds along the way.In the end even Violet felt as if she was dressed too plainly, and got into the car to choose a coat for the country.

The city of Rosalia is actually not that big. They chatted for a while and almost reached the central area. Birkins looked at the gate at the end of the road ahead, and asked Elaine with some doubts: "Where is your house..."

Petra put on her veil and put a hand on his shoulder, stifling his next words.Birkins didn't ask any more questions, and the two looked at each other, obviously guessing where it was.

Elaine got out of the carriage and sat in the front of the car to drive with Hodge. The guards outside the door were also surprised to see him. One of them looked up and down the carriage for a long time, and the other turned around and ran away without saying anything after seeing him. up.

"Five people including me." Elaine said to the guard standing in front of the carriage.

"Okay, welcome back." The fully armed guard bowed to him and respectfully raised his hand to let him go.

Hodge looked suspicious. Judging from the scale of the building in front of him, it was obviously not an ordinary residence. They had never seen a more gorgeous building than this one along the way, and it was located in the center of Rosalia...

He gave Elaine a meaningful look, patted her on the shoulder, and felt that he had glimpsed the truth.

After passing through the gate, Violet in the carriage finally changed into a new coat. He poked his head out of the window to look outside, and finally stopped disliking the taste of the roadside flower beds: "Starlight Grass and Norman Rose, not bad. It seems that the owner of this house has a good gardener."

Saying this, he found a girl in a white dress standing by the side of the road. She was not dressed up, but she was very beautiful, with long black hair like a waterfall and gentle blue eyes.With an appreciation mentality, he couldn't help smiling at the other party, and felt that she looked a little familiar.

As for the reason, the poet automatically attributed it to the fact that beauties are always similar, and did not intend to delve into it.

The girl smiled back at him, bowed politely, and bowed with her skirt in her hand.Violet originally wanted to ask her name, but the horse pulling the cart suddenly started to trot, and she was quickly left far behind the cart.

"How did you run so fast, are we there yet?" He asked Elaine and Hodge outside the car.

"Violet, you won't believe what you've missed." Hodge introduced him in an exaggerated tone, gloating almost on his face, "When we passed the gate just now—"

Elaine made a gesture of please to him. He raised his eyebrows, changed the topic, and swallowed what he was going to say: "When we passed the gate just now, there was a flower bed that looked like a caterpillar."

"What a shame." Violet retracted her head in disgust.

Elaine couldn't help smiling, and Hodge next to him pushed him with a smirk, and asked in a low voice, "You want to hide it from him?"

"It's not..." Elaine wanted to explain, but he clapped his hands in a good mood: "It's not bad, it must be funny to see how he is deflated."

Elaine had to keep her mouth shut.

He drove the carriage through several colorful gardens, and finally parked the carriage in the stable. There were already people waiting to lead the horses for them in front of the stable door, and someone brought a small stool and helped the only lady out of the carriage.

"Get out of the car." Elaine jumped out of the carriage, reached out and knocked on the wall of the carriage.

Violet poked his head out of the car with the violin on his back, and finally realized something was wrong.Elaine gave him a hand, and he got out of the car. While paying attention to the surrounding situation without any trace, he asked in a low voice, "What's going on here?"

Elaine led him into the garden, and the others followed silently behind them.

"As you can see, this is my home."

"Don't be kidding, how could your family—" Violet kept on stepping, but tugged at his sleeve, "Honestly, who are you?"

He should have found out earlier - Rosalia only has such a small space in total, with such a large garden, and a group of servants to welcome her, it is impossible for Elaine to be an ordinary person.

Things seemed to be a bit out of his control, because the young man walking beside him didn't explain directly, but instead said, "No matter who I am, it's your Elaine first."

"Then?" he asked subconsciously.

Then he saw the pretty girl he met on the road just now, standing in front of a door, she first gave him a polite smile, and then bowed to Elaine next to him, her movements were elegant and standard, almost as pleasing to the eye performance.

But Violet has no intention of admiring her beauty and figure, because the words that come out of her mouth are really shocking.

"Welcome to Rosalia, friends of Prince Elaine, the queen is already waiting inside, please."

It wasn't until he saw Her Majesty the Queen of Rosaria that he gradually regained his sense of reality. He turned his head to look at Elaine who was standing beside him, and happened to meet her cautiously peeping eyes.

"...I'm sorry." The young man looked at him with some guilt, "I didn't hide it on purpose."

Violet didn't say anything. In fact, he suddenly didn't know how to get along with Elaine. This feeling was very subtle, like suddenly discovering that the puppy he picked up from the side of the road was actually a rare breed, and it came from a very famous dog. Famous family - Although Rosalia is not a big country, but very rich, he finally knows how Elaine's pendant worth 750 gold coins came from.

He condemned his own insensitivity with complicated emotions, and then turned his head to warn Hodge, who was obviously helping to conceal the facts, then put on the most standard smile, stood up and greeted the queen who came to welcome them in person, that is, Elaine's mother.

Her Majesty, like her son, was dark-haired and blue-eyed, and unexpectedly young, almost like Elaine's sister.She was wearing a blue dress with large lily flowers embroidered on the skirt. There were layers of lace on the neckline and cuffs, but the pattern was simple and elegant, not cumbersome, but matched her makeup and hairstyle very well.

She walked down the steps with her skirt in her hand, hugged her youngest son first, and then picked out Violet who best suited her aesthetics among the few of them, and smiled at him: "Thank you for helping me. Take care of Elaine, I am his mother, welcome to Rosalia."

Violet politely knelt down on one knee and kissed her lace-gloved hand, and the queen smiled even wider: "I have been married for many years, such etiquette should be reserved for young and beautiful unmarried girls .”

"You are still young and beautiful, of course you are worthy of all gentlemen's demeanor." Violet smiled.

In Rosalia, the hand kiss was a compliment to a beautiful lady, and he had done some homework beforehand, but he had obviously completely misjudged who he would actually use it for the first time.