end of time

"Your Highness." Facing the cold and stern gaze, even though he was prepared, Alves couldn't help feeling terrified, and immediately knelt down, "This subordinate is guilty."

Count him interesting!

Thranduil was indeed very angry this time.

"The deputy envoy of Ellen's Department, Elvis Alves."

"Who gave you the power, dare to mobilize the army privately!"

"Military law is just useless restraint for you, isn't it!"

His blond Highness's deep and beautiful eyes were unprecedentedly cold, as if they could freeze a person's life.It was a severity Lucinda had never seen before.

"Please forgive me, Your Highness!" His personal guards were all outside the tent, and there were no elves in the tent except for the three of them. Thinking of Desmond, Lucinda felt a chill on her back, and subconsciously took a step forward to help the old man. The friend explained, "This has nothing to do with Alves, I used the command without authorization to force..."

"Shut up! It's not your turn yet!" Thranduil looked very ugly.

"Your Majesty is guilty, please punish me," Alves said in a low voice.

"No! It's my fault, please forgive Alves! I am willing to bear..."

"Are you responsible?" Thranduy was furious, staring at her blood-stained snow-colored cheeks, feeling extremely glaring.

"How do you take it? Why do you take it? Lucinda the Silvan Elf! Who allowed you to go to the battlefield without being a "warrior"!"

Lucinda was speechless for a while, and turned her gaze to his right arm. The incompletely healed wound seemed to be still leaking blood, and she suddenly felt a little wronged.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, this subordinate is willing to bear any punishment, but please forgive Miss Lucinda for her rashness because she is in a hurry for His Highness and the kingdom's sake." Alves raised his head, his tone was unexpectedly calm , It seems to take all the responsibility.

"No..." Lucinda shook her voice, she could no longer hide her fear, and knelt down in front of him, "Please forgive Alves, Your Highness, please forgive him, he should not sacrifice his eternal life to save His Highness price!"

Looking at those emerald green eyes that were flustered and desperate as if they were about to shed tears in the next second, the blond prince found that he had a headache like never before, and his heart was also a little more irritable and unhappy.

"What are you doing! Who told you that I want his life!"

Lucinda was shocked, isn't it...

When she raised her head, Thranduy turned her head away as if she hated even looking at her more, staring at Alves on the ground sternly.

"Alves, you'd better be prepared, for the next 500 years you won't get any salary from the kingdom!"

"This subordinate accepts the crime." Alves remained calm.

Lucinda was still in a daze, watching the blond prince turn around and walk up to the seat on the high platform, waved his slender arms impatiently, thinking, is this the end?

"Then what do you think?"

The air in the valley is cold and fresh, dispelling the fatigue after the battle.Alves, who was walking in front, turned around with a smile, "Think I'm going to be killed?"

"Isn't it?" The confusion and fear in Lucinda's eyes gradually dissipated, "I remember seeing soldiers who dispatched troops privately..."

"Do you remember now? What did you do back then?" Alves raised the corners of his lips, "But Lucinda, you are really brave enough to confront His Highness face to face."

This made him admire the elf he had watched grow up again.

"Self-deployment of troops is a serious crime, but if it is a very critical situation and the commander happens to be absent and transfers troops and makes great achievements, this big crime will become a small crime no matter what. Originally, His Highness would not have been so angry. At most, it’s just a few words of admonition and warning. It’s good for you, you have to say a few words, and you look so anxious that you are about to cry.” Thinking of the unbearable anger in the eyes of His Royal Highness the blonde, Alves did not know what to laugh Even the corners of his eyes narrowed, "If Your Highness hadn't become even more angry seeing you like that, my salary might have reduced my fine by hundreds of years... Hey, it's really unfair. The perpetrator is safe and sound, and I am required to carry out the order." It's a scapegoat, Your Highness, Your Highness..."

Lucinda heard him talking more and more out of the question, thinking of Thranduy's current situation with her, and thinking of this guy's trick that night, a dark fire gradually arose in her heart.

Seeing the red-haired elf staring at him, his lake-like eyes getting colder and colder, Alves quickly stopped laughing, and said seriously: "Little Lucy, now is not the time to settle accounts with me."

"..."

"Don't tell me that you didn't see His Highness's arm was injured, and I just happened to be prepared to bring the best medicine. However, I just received the punishment and I dare not take it to His Highness..."

When she turned back with the small silver bottle containing the medicine, the guard was still guarding the door, and naturally lifted the curtain for her.

She hesitated for a moment, thinking of the hidden anger in his icy blue eyes, the corners of his thinned and slightly pursed lips, gritted her teeth, and walked in with her head held high.The tent was extremely quiet, as if the anger that His Highness had rarely seen in a thousand years had never existed at all.

As soon as he looked up, he saw him on the high seat.The blond hair is scattered, the silver robe is slightly open, one hand rests on the armrest of the seat, the eyes are slightly closed, and the dense long eyelashes are tightly attached to the skin under the eyelids like a small fan.The silhouette is perfectly sculptural.

He seemed tired, and the corners of his lips sank slightly.The light and shadow on his face are even and harmonious, and the tranquility is like an oil painting.

A rare peace, a rare dream.

Lucinda stood still for a moment, then turned and went out.

In the tranquility of the room, the elf on the throne slowly raised his head and looked at the door curtain that had tended to be still. The complex thoughts in his ice-blue eyes rolled like a sea, and finally returned to silence.

Dinner parties in the barracks are different.The order and hierarchy of the elves are relatively strict.

Thranduil didn't want the appearance of himself and Lucinda to bring unnecessary excitement and anxiety to the wood elves in the west.The common banquet in the forest is only held quietly in the valley.

The joyous atmosphere of the elf warriors, many of whom had lost their companions to their enemies, was also a bit weaker than usual.There was no singing, no dancing, no wanton drinking.

Everything is restrained and orderly, even joy is vigilant, worried, with a hidden edge.

There were basically no idle elves around Thranduil, who was seated above, and Miss Lucinda, who led the troops to assist the soldiers in the west and made great contributions.

Even Alves was surprisingly obedient this time. Looking at the faces of the two, he avoided them from a distance, and went to drink with the elf warriors he knew well.

Wrapped in a white fur cloak, Lucinda froze there, not daring to drink a drop of wine, nor in the mood to eat a bite.

Thranduil was as quiet and calm as ever, sipping the fine wine one sip at a time, with a lonely and cool appearance

After a while, I couldn't calm down anymore.

In the barracks, one elf sat at the same table, he was at the head seat, and she, as the highest elf besides him, was next to him at the lower right.The fruit and food on the table have not been touched at all, and the juice and milk have not been tasted.

Her face, which was washed clean of blood, was slightly pale, her green eyes stared blankly at the void, her fingers unconsciously grabbed the hair on her white and fluffy cloak, pulled it up, flattened it, pulled it out, and stretched it...

He looked at it for a long time, and finally couldn't stand it anymore.Put the glass heavily on the table.

"Stop pulling."

Startled, she let go and paused for a few seconds.

"Drink some juice."

She reached for the juice in front of her.Thranduil's expression softened a little.

Halfway through her hand, Lucinda stopped. What was she doing?she thinks.

She is the only daughter of General Ellen, Miss Lucinda, Daughter of the Forest, does anyone need to teach her what to eat and drink?

So she retracted her hand again.

Thranduil's dark fire that even he himself felt inexplicable came up again.

"Then, eat some fruit or barbecue." He tried to be as calm as possible.

She doesn't move.

"Have some fruit or a barbecue!" His words rarely need to be repeated.

"I said! Do you care what I eat or not?" Lucinda suddenly felt upset, and turned her head back.

She didn't like it here, she didn't like the strict superior-subordinate system in this barracks, she didn't like being away from her companions, and she didn't like the weird and awkward atmosphere between them!

Thranduy was choked by her and was speechless for a while, then picked up the wine glass and drank Dovining in one gulp.

Lucinda was also silent, sitting there for a long time without recovering.

What's going on here?

She hates it here, she hates this state.

Couldn't help raising his head to look at the lonely prince sitting on the throne.The healing ability of elves is exceptionally strong, and the wound on his arm should be almost healed.It's just that his face still looks a little haggard.

He's normal, she's normal, she's doing the same thing as usual, she's helping him, she's leading troops west.

But he said that if he dared to lose his mind on the battlefield, he would kill her. He asked her why she should bear the crimes.

Just because she's Lucinda, can't it?

What kind of fire did he make?As for yelling at her like that?

After all, she is a nobleman who also has a strong self-esteem, and the more she thinks about it, the more wronged she becomes.Thranduy had already got up and left his seat, walked past her desk, paused for a few seconds, seemed to loathe her, and kept frowning and staring ahead.Neither looked at her.

"Tell Alves, prepare to leave tomorrow."

"Where are you going?" Lucinda asked subconsciously.

"We will cause unnecessary worries to the elves in the west, and there will be no hidden dangers in the short term. Go back..." He looked not in good spirits, paused and continued, "Transfer another group of people over here , I’m afraid government affairs will pile up into mountains when I go back.”

Thinking of the state after returning... She was speechless for a moment, but sighed with a sense of powerlessness.

Thranduy looked down at her and said nothing.

The moonlight was so clear that night, a black-haired and gray-eyed Silvan walked over from the soldiers in the distance. Judging by his clothes, he should be a low-level soldier.

"Your Highness, Miss Lucinda."

"What's the matter?" Thranduy asked lightly.

"I request to go out with the army in two years' time." The elf raised his head, his gray eyes were as low-key as dark silver.

"You are..." Lucinda thought the soldier looked familiar.

"Silvan warrior Gabriel, brother Desmond."