[Beauty and the Beast] Rose Castle

This should be the best moment of my life.

Lambert stood up, with a straight posture, bent down, put his arms through my knees, picked me up by the waist, and walked towards the hall.Along the way, except for the armored guards and the wig-wearing servants, almost everyone looked at us, as if he would hug a woman, which is a very rare thing.

Entering the main hall, the music stopped abruptly.On the dance floor, people looked at each other, at me and at Lambert, and spontaneously moved out of the center of the dance floor.The musicians looked at each other, the conductor raised his hand, the violinist played brilliant but romantic music, and the harpsichord sounded like a finely carved piano.He put me down and asked in a low voice, "Do you still remember the dance steps I taught you?"

How can I not remember.It was because of that dance that he had an uncontrollable affection for him.Recalling the scene at that time, I smiled and nodded.He also smiled slightly, with one hand behind his back, the other raised, palm facing me.His cheeks became hot, his heartbeat shook his eardrums, and the sound of the music gradually became blurred.It's completely different from dancing in private. Every movement you make will be watched by thousands of people.Just by raising his hand to touch his palm, his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

After the rotation, his palms grasped my waist.The body involuntarily leaned forward.After feeling the heat of his palm, he suddenly felt relieved.However, his next sentence made my heart beat faster again: "I forgot to tell the master." He looked serious and calm, "The curse can make me feel your thoughts, but your emotions can also infect me." He chuckled softly, "So, master's heart shouldn't beat so fast."

I couldn't help but feel hot in my ears. After a few seconds, I suddenly realized that this is probably the purpose of the curse. The witch controls the villagers by means of emotional infection... Although she is willing to share her thoughts and emotions with him, she doesn't want to control him because of it or affect him.As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he lowered his head and kissed me quickly on the lips.

After realizing that he knew what I was thinking, his cheeks flushed slightly, but he didn't tease me, nor did he say sweet words, but just pressed his forehead against my forehead, his eyes seemed to be fascinated by me, and he murmured in a low voice: " It is such a blessing to be loved by Rosa."

While my heart was throbbing, I suddenly regretted the decision I made five years ago. If I could have made it clear and told him that I would not die, would he have had an easier time in the past five years?Maybe he wouldn't choose to curse himself and keep me by his side in such an extreme way...

I thought he would answer my thoughts, but who knows, he didn't say anything, just stared into my eyes, put his arms around me, and finished the dance with concentration.

At the end of the music, the midnight bell rang, solemn and heavy, indicating that the last second was yesterday.The head valet, in his golden uniform, announced loudly that the dance was over.Most of the people have left in an orderly manner, leaving some bold girls who are still stranded in place.A girl with a skirt decorated with diamonds quietly glanced at me, then looked at Lambert in awe, and asked in a low voice: "...Your Majesty, is she the girl you think about day and night?"

Her words probably pleased Lambert, he smiled slightly, with a gentle attitude like a kind elder: "Yes."

The girl looked disappointed and gave a low "oh".Next to her, a girl wearing a rose red round skirt and holding a feather fan sneered.I saw a small golden lion inlaid on her glove. She should be a member of the Lancaster family and has a close relationship with Lambert. No wonder she is not particularly afraid of him.

Mei Hongqun looked me up and down for a moment, and said a few words to the girl behind her, and the two of them laughed happily.Although I couldn't hear what they were saying, I could tell with my toes that they were mocking me.Not interested in fussing over such matters, Lambert swept them coldly.A look made them stop their duck-like laughter.Lambert's personal attendant took a step forward and reprimanded sharply: "You are disrespectful to the future queen, don't you want to live? Apologize immediately."

The rose red skirt said incredulously: "I——Apologize to her? My father is the Duke of Lancaster, and my sister is the wife of the Duke of York. I don't want to apologize to her! Also, when did His Majesty say that she is the future? Is she the queen? Do you know who she is? Everyone is saying that she is a country girl with no background, and she was someone else's mistress. How can such a person be the queen? You are a little servant, who Giving you power to talk nonsense?"

After the words fell, Lambert's indifferent and steady voice sounded: "I gave it. She is indeed the queen I personally married."

The rose red skirt took two steps back, tears instantly filled her eyes, as if she had received a major blow in her life.

Although Lambert is moody, he will not care about a simple-minded, pampered and indulgent girl under the age of 16.He said indifferently but impliedly warned: "Your parents have indulged you too much. Go back and tell the Duke of Lancaster to discipline your daughter well. This time is a warning. Next time you humiliate the queen, you will be severely punished."

After speaking, he took my hand and prepared to take me out of here.At this time, the rose-red dress behind her seemed to be collapsing, and asked loudly: "Your Majesty, have you considered my sister when you marry this woman? She has loved you for more than ten years, what is her appearance, knowledge, and status?" Can't compare to her? She thought you didn't want to get married, so you married the Duke of York! This woman has been with Rockefeller for half a month for no reason, and everyone knows that she is Rockefeller's mistress. How can a flamboyant, kitsch woman be worthy of His Majesty? His Majesty is humiliating all the unmarried girls who adore His Majesty by being with her!"

She spoke so presumptuously that the girls next to her turned pale and trembled like chaff in fright, and they all moved away from her. After all, it wasn't long before Rockefeller's arm was cut off.Meihong Qun stubbornly straightened her back, staring at Lambert's back, persistently wanting an answer.

Lambert didn't look at her, and lowered his head and kissed the back of my hand: "You will always be the kindest and bravest girl in my heart."

I can't laugh or cry, he said that, although he didn't directly answer Mei Hongqun's question, it was equivalent to a slap in the face, slapped her hard on the face, and she was so angry that tears burst out, and she grabbed the skirt Stomp hard.

I thought the girl would give up questioning, and for this sake, asking any further questions would be humiliating herself.But she ran over holding her skirt, raised her head, and said in tears: "Your Majesty, my parents and I have always respected you...but I have to say that you have become more and more exclusive over the years! Since you After assuming the throne, it was like a different person. No one dared to ask where the old king and His Royal Highness Ulysses had gone, nor did they dare to ask what the Ministry of Witchcraft was researching, and no one dared to count the invasion and occupation of the Northern Kingdom in the past two years. How many territories, how many territories have been expanded, and how many people have been killed. You are a Mingjun, but you are a Mingjun who makes people fear from the bottom of their hearts!"

A white light flashed past, and Lambert cast silence magic on her.When he released the magic, his expression was gloomy, and his blue-green eyes were terrifying as if he could see the surface of the bottom of the sea.

"Send her back and ban her from entering the palace for half a year."

The girl is indeed spoiled by her parents too much, as can be seen from the way she speaks to Lambert... But what makes me vaguely disturbed is that she seems to be telling the truth.For me, five years is just a somewhat long dream, time has never passed, and the sun and the moon have never changed.For Lambert, it was a real five years, sixty months, nearly 86 and [-] days.

There is a saying that "changing with each passing day", people's thoughts can be changed every second, but my impression of him is still five years ago.I don't know what he has experienced in the past five years, and what heart-wrenching changes he has made, because what Mei Hongqun said is not like what he would do at all.

I thought he would answer my doubts because he is the best at reassuring me.Who knows, until he sent me back to the white palace, he didn't speak a word.

Too good times always make people feel that they are not real enough.I don't know why, these days with Lambert, I always feel light and fragile like a bubble, as if I will wake up from my dream at any time.To my great bewilderment, he never stayed in my palace, but left after I fell asleep.It is very clear in my heart that he longs to have me, just like I long to have him, but he has never made that kind of request, even though I have clearly stated that I am ready.

Day after day passed like this, no matter how slow I was, I could still realize that he had something to hide from me.

Today, he was reading official documents in my study.He moved all the things in his bedroom and put them on my side without any scruples.Although the study is large, it is neatly arranged, but when you walk in, you can feel the arduous task of being a king.There may be many people who think that being the king of a country is the luckiest and happiest thing in the world, because they can get the dedication of everyone.But those are superficial views. Only a foolish king takes the country and does not return the country.Although Lambert has an iron-blooded style and a strong wrist, he is a real wise king.I feel tired every day just watching him handle paperwork and official documents, as well as some large and small local affairs.

Once in the evening, I wanted to have dinner with him after he finished his official duties. I ignored his obstruction, went into the study, took a book, and lay down on the sofa to wait for him.As a result, after looking at it, he accidentally fell asleep and woke up in the middle of the night, the moonlight splashed all over the floor, and there were long candle shadows on the marble floor.But he was still sitting behind the desk, frowning and flipping through the documents. When he saw me wake up, he shook his head helplessly and said, "Dinner has been reheated several times." Come here, feed me something yourself, and then return to the desk to continue with business.From that day on, I seldom interrupted his work.

Today, he didn't seem to have much official business, and he had already dealt with it before it was time for dinner.He went downstairs, leaned back on the sofa, unbuttoned the two collar buttons with his slender fingers, and rubbed the space between his brows.Seeing me coming, he pointed to the location next to him.I sat beside him, took the hand that was rubbing between his brows, and gently rubbed his temples.With a low sigh, he buried his head in the crook of my neck, rubbing against it like a small animal.Every time he does this action, it doesn't look like him, but rather resembles the previous beast: "Little Rose is so nice."

I hug him.His shoulders are very broad, but his waist is very thin, and he has lost a lot of weight recently.Patting him on the back, I asked as gently as possible: "Do you want to rest for a while? I'll call you again during dinner."

"No." He replied in a low voice, but his voice was tired.

This is also one of my questions. Sometimes he is busy late at night, obviously very tired, but he does not want to sleep with me. He would rather walk a long way to return to his bedroom than sleep on the same bed with me. bed.

When I was thinking about it, I was hiding my thoughts from him, which I discovered only recently, and he never knew when I tried to hide something from him.On the contrary, he can be easily controlled or influenced by me.I don't want to control him, but I really want to find out what he's hiding.Patting him on the back lightly, I closed my eyes and repeated the command "go to sleep" in my mind.Sure enough, that curse was more like a master-servant relationship. He who signed the servant contract could not escape the master's control at all.After a while, he fell asleep on my shoulder.

After a while, nothing happened.Am I overthinking?I always feel that he doesn't want to sleep here because something bad will happen after he sleeps over.Thinking of this, the touch on his hands suddenly felt strange. When he lowered his head, he saw black scales slowly emerging from the skin on his arms and the back of his neck like dominoes turned upside down one by one.His eyelids moved, and then he opened his eyes suddenly, the pupils turning into a familiar golden yellow.

Is he a beast?then what?

Facing his aggressive gaze, I instinctively want to back away.But he narrowed his eyes, like a leopard seeing its prey, rushed over like lightning, pressed me on the sofa, sniffed the scent of my neck repeatedly, frowned tightly, showing the expression of territory being invaded.I was a little dazed, until there was a hot and humid touch in the neck, it was him trying to cover the previous smell with his lips and tongue, and then I reacted like a spirit.

Hasn't the curse been lifted?Why is Beast Lambert still there?

What exactly is going on?