Your Mightiness

so angry,

But keep smiling.

For they were going to see the king.

In the always unflattering cold of winter, the streets of England were chanting that their King, Richard II, was to marry again.

the fourth time.

The king is always getting married, and he is always unilaterally declaring that the previous marriage is illegal.The only wife he recognized was the third queen who gave birth to a son for him but died soon after. It is said that she was true love.But what about the result?In less than three years, he will marry a new "true love".The nobles who were invited to London to attend the wedding have already prepared gifts for the fifth wedding in advance.

——"I suspect that this is my dear uncle's way of collecting money."

—— "Do you realize that your other uncle, I, who is known as the king's eagle dog, also happens to be sitting in this carriage?"

After a word, the whole world fell silent.

Well-behaved.jpg became the only expression on His Excellency the Duke.

It was a conversation going on in a carriage from Hampton Court Palace into the City of London.

Knights lined up, servants lined up, shouting in front and hugging behind, lightly clothed and fat.Wherever the convoy passed, civilians gave way and saluted.Most people are actually not quite sure which family the complex family crests on the carriages of noble gentlemen represent, but what they can benefit from and avoid disadvantages are the shiny armor and the handsome knights. From the arrogant attitude of looking at people with nostrils, they guessed that no matter who was sitting in the carriage, they were all important figures they could not afford to provoke.

It wasn't until the carriage turned onto Whitehall Street unimpeded that someone had a slight guess of the other party's indescribable identity.The Duke of Gloucester is said to have arrived in London last night.

The carriage stopped steadily in front of the Whitehall Palace, and the servants who had been waiting here for a long time stepped forward attentively, busying themselves with the honorable lord who was about to get out of the carriage.Unloading and saluting, moving the pedals, and communicating with the stewards in the team, there are only tasks that others can't think of, and there is absolutely nothing they can't be busy with.

Two conservatively dressed girls—only winter dresses with cotton lining and embroidered embroidery—were standing on the high steps, waiting and watching the palace servants give orders.They are responsible for giving orders to those who give orders.

This is the King's Miss Mary and Miss Elizabeth.

One, one is seven years old.

They are both the daughters of Richard II, born to the first queen and the second queen respectively.But because Richard II refused to recognize the legitimacy of the first two marriages, the two princesses could only be crowned with the unembarrassing title of Miss XX.Today, they are living at Whitehall Palace as the Crown Prince's maids-in-waiting.

Today Richard II gave them a task - no matter what, they must make their cousins ​​from afar happy.

Such a move fully expresses the importance Richard II attaches to his nephew August, and it is also enough to clearly express his disregard for the "illegitimate daughter".Whether it is Miss Mary or Miss Elizabeth, they are just servants of Crown Prince Richard who is only three years old.

Yes, Richard II's son is also named Richard, and this era is really a boon for naming abolition.

Miss Mary is still trying to adapt to such a gap, the second time.

The seven-year-old Miss Elizabeth has already adapted well, because she has long forgotten what it was like to be called a princess in the short few years of her life.

When everything was ready, the black and gold-rimmed carriage door was slowly opened.The heat wave is coming, and I don't know how the carriage keeps warm like this.

The first person to get out of the carriage was a handsome young man with brown hair and blue eyes, elegant and generous, and his gestures were pleasing to the eye; followed by a young girl whose clothes were no worse than those of the two royal ladies, Her temperament is like a blooming tulip, making it hard to take her eyes off her body; at the end is a silent young man full of dignity, with a tall figure and capable movements. A look of disdain for people.

The young Miss Elizabeth unconsciously held her breath. Except for her father, she had never seen such an imposing man, let alone such a handsome and young man.It was simply her ultimate fantasy of Lancelot in chivalry novels.

but……

Miss Elizabeth tried to hold her sister, but Miss Mary had already thrown her sister's hand away.As half-sisters, the relationship between them is predictably bad.Especially under the premise that Miss Mary also worked as a maid for Miss Elizabeth.Now, they are the same, and no one can order anyone, ha, that's great.

Miss Elizabeth had to remind: "Mary, wait."

Didn’t Cousin August just be a kid?That tall man with the sword obviously couldn't be only eight years old!

Miss Mary, though impatient, did not abandon her foolish sister, for, as she said, they were in the same position now, and she could not allow Elizabeth to throw her ignorance before strangers.

"Good day, Your Excellency the Knight Commander." Miss Mary vaguely reminded her sister through this proactive way of greeting that these people who came out in front of them are not the rightful lords, and they are far less elegant than the real dukes.

Miss Elizabeth cast a grateful look at her sister.

The proud Miss Mary just ignored it.

"Good day, Miss Mary, Miss Elizabeth." The knight commander, who is like a sword and a shield, is polite and reliable, and his voice is like church bells, calm and easy to win people's trust and favor, "Miss Mary is more beautiful than before. , your skin is as white as milk with this red dress."

"Thank you." Miss Mary said dryly.She always smiles very meanly, even when others compliment her.

Miss Mary's expression has always been a feeling that she dislikes something, and she has no intention of making others think that she is "approachable", so she went straight to the topic: "Where is Al?"

The brown-haired valet stretched out his hand, and only then did he welcome the truly honorable Duke out of the car.

The knight commander joked together: "Ladies, please allow me to introduce to you, the unique Duke of Gloucester, whom I have devoted all my loyalty to, and who is the most beloved Duke of Gloucester, Marquess of Bristol, Lord August of Cambridge."

With blond hair, blue eyes, elegant clothes, and gorgeous decorations, he was born noble!

In Elizabeth's eyes, the face of this cousin who is as young as her but has a completely different status is even a little hazy, because, because he is too beautiful, so beautiful that no matter how many rhetorical descriptions are piled up, it will appear weak and incomprehensible. pale.

Far less than a look back at a real person.

Then, the part that really surprised Miss Elizabeth came, her sister laughed.Her half-sister, who even the king's father had a headache, never softened her attitude in front of anyone, for fear that there would be a little bit of not being honorable enough, smiled so warmly and kindly.

She affectionately called him: "My little pudding."

Duke Pudding also opened his arms with a smile, and said in a cool voice like a lark singing on a branch: "Dear Mary, I miss you so much."

They hug and kiss as if they are family.

Elizabeth belatedly realized that perhaps the task of meeting people at the gate of the palace was not so humiliating to Mary.Her restlessness from the morning also had a new explanation. She was nervous, she was looking forward to it, and she couldn't wait to see the boy in front of her.

After August hugged Miss Mary, he tilted his head and looked at Miss Elizabeth who was younger than him: "Is this my cousin? Hello, Elizabeth, can I call you that?"

"Hello." Elizabeth lowered her head slightly and whispered, "You can call me Liz if you want."

Liz is Elizabeth's nickname, only her mother and former father called her that.She finally understood the real charm of this cousin-she was neither Miss Elizabeth nor the king's daughter in his eyes, she was just her, his relative.Kind but not too sticky, noble but not arrogant, he is so sincere and lovely.

Miss Mary regained her unhappy expression again, but she didn't show it to August, but cleverly brought August's attention back to herself.

"Didn't you come back with Raphael? Why didn't you see him?"

"He asked me to put him down at the corner in front, and I don't know what happened." August looked at Miss Mary and replied, with clear words and a clear mind.

Miss Mary suppressed the mixed feelings that came to her heart, and just said as calmly as possible: "Congratulations, your illness is finally cured."

She dealt with the past lightly, as if August's little foolish past was no big deal.That was really no big deal, anyway, he was her dearest cousin.