[Beauty and the Beast] Rose Castle

I turned around and pretended not to hear, but Lambert raised his voice slightly: "Come down, Rosa. Still, I'll go up and ask you to come down."

Forget it, isn't it just a meal?I was silent for a moment, then walked towards the stairs with the hem of my skirt: "No, I'll come down by myself."

When I went downstairs, I felt two eyes.One is Lambert, and I can already distinguish his eyes very easily.The other is Ophelia, wearing dark blue gloves, clasped her hands in front of her belly, and looked at me curiously.Although I have never been to a formal social occasion, I know that it is extremely rude not to wear gloves.This noble lady of superior background probably thinks that I am a vulgar village woman.And Lambert...whatever he thinks.I unnaturally hid my hands back, feeling inexplicably anxious.

"Come here, Rosa." Lambert waved to me, "This is the Duchess of Lancaster." Ophelia smiled slightly: "Hello, Rosa."

Awkward.How should I tell her that Rosa is not my name, but a nickname that Lambert called casually.As if he had seen through my thoughts, Lambert bowed his head in thought for a few seconds, and said, "She is Rosalind, mine..." The place where he paused was really imaginative, and my heart stopped beating, but he Just say, "Friend."

While he was relieved, the anxiety and loss in his heart became more and more intense.I smiled stiffly: "I've seen the princess."

She smiled and said, "Call me Ophelia with Your Highness." I nodded, and then fell into silence with nothing to say.

Contrary to my uneasiness, Ophelia behaved quite naturally, like a duck to water, and seemed to be immersed in various social situations all year round.Whenever I don't know what to say, she can quickly bring up the next topic, so that I won't stand by at a loss.Such a considerate woman can't make people feel bad at all.My perception of her also changed from vague rejection to gratitude and closeness.

If Lambert needs a queen, it should be Ophelia.

At noon, I became more determined about this idea.Because of Ophelia's presence, the furniture became orderly when the meal was served.Like a hostess, she stands on the only way from the kitchen to the dining room, pouring sauces on the dishes or serving fruits and vegetables.

I asked her if she needed help.She smiled and shook her head: "Your Highness is reading over there, go and talk to him. He must be very lonely living here alone for so long. Just let me do this kind of thing."

These words, thoughts, and demeanor are worthy of being a noble lady.I can't help but feel ashamed of the rejection in the first place.Turning around and walking towards Lambert, a voice rang in my ears: "Stupid, really stupid! I was sold and paid for it...Only the hostess is qualified to arrange the dishes. She is telling you with actions that you You don't even have the qualifications to be a competitor."

I looked up and saw it was a clock.Its hour and minute hands are wrinkled, with a look of resentment: "Lunch is arranged by Mrs. Teapot. She stands there just moving her mouth and fingers, the purpose is to determine her status as the hostess. You retreat without a fight, If you don't even fight for it, it really chills those of us who are optimistic about you..."

"...What?" I was so confused when I heard the last sentence, "You, take care of me?"

The clock snorted, swung the pendulum, and the hour and minute hands raised like mustaches: "Otherwise, what do you think, I hate you? Although you are really annoying sometimes, and your behavior is vulgar enough, when the master goes crazy, even I am afraid I was trembling, but you bravely went forward. You know, everyone loves a handsome and rich prince, but not necessarily love his description of the beast."

How should I answer... At that time, I wanted to escape, but I didn't have time?

"Thank you for the compliment." I thought about it and said softly, "But Ophelia is better at doing those things than I am, so let her do it."

Not only because I don't want to intrigue, but also because I don't want to imagine others so badly.If you are used to speculating others with malice, even if your life goes smoothly and peacefully, you will miss many beautiful and gentle scenery.Ophelia may want to confirm her status as the hostess, or she may want to help.I prefer to believe it's the latter.

It took me a while to explain to the clock.It was silent for a while, and said, "It's really rare for a country girl to have this kind of awareness."

Since he said so, I need to answer more deeply: "It is because I am a country girl that I have this awareness. If I see a wider landscape, I may not be able to maintain this original intention."

After the voice fell, I could feel that the clock looked at me differently, even though I couldn't see its eyes yet.Saying goodbye to the clock, my steps are much lighter, and I feel really happy to be recognized and praised by others.Looking at Lambert inadvertently, he was still sitting on the sofa in a casual posture, looking at the hard-shell book in his hand. The title of the book was a string of words that I couldn't understand.The black hair has not been trimmed for a long time, and it blocks half of his forehead, but it makes his forehead look fuller and the bridge of his nose is higher.Even with the features of a half-beast, this man is as sacred and majestic as a court mural.

I organized the language of the showdown in my mind, and prepared to sum it up in two sentences, but before I could speak, he raised a finger to his lips and closed the book casually: "Don't talk to me. "

"what?"

He threw the book on the coffee table and walked past me without looking away, looking angry.

However, he didn't say a word, who knows why he was angry.

I am baffled.

During the meal, I thought the atmosphere at lunch would be very unpleasant, but Lambert was the only one with a cold face.To be honest, getting along with Ophelia is much easier than getting along with Lambert.She is very good at talking, and she is also very good at observing words and emotions, and never mentions sensitive topics.Even though I knew these were probably basic social skills for her, I couldn't help thinking of her as a friend.

After finishing the meal, Lambert threw the napkin on the plate and turned to go upstairs.Ophelia tried to talk to him, but was left alone.Looking at her lonely back, I have mixed feelings in my heart, and I want to comfort her, but I don't know in what capacity.

She watched Lambert's figure disappear around the corner, lowered her head, and said in disappointment, "Your Highness seems to be a different person... The former him behaved elegantly, and he would never leave the table so rudely. Miss Rosalind, did you see Are the black scales on the back of his neck gone? I saw it even though it was hidden in his clothes... It was terrible! Expelling the witches was the right decision, witchcraft is really evil! I would have a boil on my back I have been panicking for a long time, and it is hard to imagine how His Highness feels in his heart right now."

Perhaps it was because her growing environment was so favorable that her mind was as pure and clear as a lily.Not to mention men, even I was attracted by her simplicity and kindness.Only a hard-hearted person would dislike her.

I walked over and wanted to hold her hand to comfort her, but I was afraid that she would feel offended.Who knows, she held my hand first: "It's very kind of you to be here. I'm afraid I'd be very sad if I face this situation alone. Nice to meet you, Miss Rosalind. You are more beautiful than Ulysses Your Highness described it even more beautifully."

"Thank you, you are beautiful too." Ulysses?What about Ulysses?

What made me even more puzzled was that her cheeks were actually a little pink: "When Your Highness told me that his sweetheart was you, I thought it was unbelievable... You know, the hottest thing in the whole country right now is Your Highness." Her words were like a thunderbolt, knocking me out of my mind, and Lambert admitted that his sweetheart was me?Doesn't she like Lambert?Why is the expression so gratifying?

I felt something was wrong, and sure enough, in the next second, I heard her continue: "Although His Highness Ulysses is much inferior to His Highness Lambert, that's because His Highness Lambert... In many people's minds, His Royal Highness Ulysses is still unattainable. It is amazing that you can capture his heart. Can you tell me how you made His Highness fall in love with you? Try it on His Highness..."

Ulysses told her that his sweetheart was me?

It turned out that she was not hostile to me, but she thought that the person I liked was Ulysses?What if I told her that the person I like is Lambert?Suddenly I didn’t dare to think about it deeply. Although I’m used to thinking of people’s good, it doesn’t mean I don’t know that human nature can’t stand the test.

I smiled wearily and dismissed the subject perfunctorily.Going to see what kind of temper Lambert is having.Walking upstairs, I heard a melodious but heavy piano sound.I have never heard such moving music, including the thickness and sonority of a church organ, and the delicacy and sadness of a bard's lute.

Following the sound of the music, I walked through the corridor, gently opened the two doors, and saw Lambert sitting in front of a grand piano.He lowered his head, and his two slender and powerful hands were tapping the keys lightly.For a while, the buzzing sound of the hammer hitting was endless.Looking from behind him, the lines on the side of his neck are sharp, his shoulders are straight, and every finger is like a charged bowstring, full of strong but elegant power.

I wanted to have a showdown with him, tell him the doubts in my heart, and then ask him what he really thought. Seeing this scene, I suddenly didn't want to know what his thoughts were.I am not suitable for him, even if we both have feelings for each other, it is still not suitable.

I come from an ordinary family, not a nobleman, I have never read a training manual for girls, and even if I wear the most gorgeous dress, I don’t look like a lady.I can only chop wood, farm, and feed horses. No matter how well I maintain my hands, they are still full of signs of labor.He has always been pampered and pampered, even if he is riding a horse and practicing swordsmanship, his skin is still more delicate than mine.

A woman like Ophelia is the most suitable for him.She comes from a noble family, has received a good education, can help him maintain his appearance, and take good care of his guests... They have seen the same things since they were young, and they must have the same views, and they have many common topics.Unlike me... I really don't suit him.

Besides, I already like him, but the curse has not been lifted, which means that he actually...doesn't like me.

The truth has always been in front of my eyes, but I don't want to believe it.

Just at this time, the piano music reaches the most brilliant and intense part.He played very engrossed and didn't notice me.I took two steps back, gently closed the door, turned and left.

When I got back to my room, I put on my shirt and trousers and lay on the bed, thinking about how to say goodbye to him.After leaving for so long, my father must be in a hurry.Lambert is not a beast that no one likes. Even if Ophelia doesn't like him, there are thousands of Ophelias lining up to break his curse.I don't have to worry about him.

Thinking of this, a woman's scream suddenly came from downstairs.

It's Ophelia.

what happened?

The author has something to say: In fairy tales, you can fall in love with each other right away, and live happily together right away, but for me, if I don't write out the transformation of the characters... I will feel very uncomfortable.

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