The Golden Age: Colotia I

"Your Majesty, it's getting dark, let's go into the house."

The purple-haired woman standing on the roof didn't speak. She stroked the white falcon standing on the side railing and combing her feathers with its beak, and waved her other hand lightly to show that she understood.

The maid silently bowed and retreated, but finally cast a last curious look at the slender figure in front of her.Who could not be curious about her?The queen of Liber's legend, the creator of the golden age of the kingdom, Kolotia I.

The setting sun was reflected on her complicated and gorgeous long dress, and the corners were embroidered with patterns carefully designed by court embroiderers. The orange-red light scattered and scattered, forming a slender shadow behind her. Just a back view, there is an irresistible Noble and awe-inspiring.Because it was a rest, her normally coiled hair was spread out long, giving her a girlish charm and beauty.

However, in fact, she is already in her 40s. In her not very long life, she has experienced many unimaginable things, and she has given everything she can for this country.

This is her, Her Majesty the Queen of Libel.

After her grandmother Alicia II abdicated, the 22-year-old Crown Princess Kolotia became the heir for granted. From the moment she lifted the scepter of the kingdom, in the following political career, she Handed in a perfect answer sheet for this country.

It is said that she made good friends with His Royal Highness Olivet of the Erebonian Empire, the influential prince in the empire... No, it should be said that His Majesty, together with her, spent those days that caused the entire continent of Semria to survive. The days when the people on the throne were frightened, until this majesty inherited the throne, they still retained an unimaginable close friendship.

The maid's eyes quietly looked at a letter placed on the queen's dressing table. The coat of arms of the golden army horse made it easy for people to know that this was a letter from Erebonia, and that it was written by the royal family. Could it be that letter? Your Majesty?The maid is still very young and likes some beautiful and touching stories. Her face is flushed, as if she is dreaming of some beautiful dream, but it is very strange, why is there a lute painted next to the coat of arms?

The queen's figure remained motionless in the fading light, and she loved it more and more these years. She leaned on the railing and looked into the distance, her eyes were not focused, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

The aged Mrs. Hildan came in, with kindness and worry on her serious face, she walked up to the queen and put a shawl on her, the criss-crossing wrinkles on her face made her look like a young lady-in-waiting She has a long appearance, but she still has a straight back that makes her temperament stand out. The young maid stepped aside gently.

"Repose, Your Majesty," said the Magistrate.

The queen turned her face away, her middle-aged cheeks no longer had the vivaciousness and plumpness of a girl, but she still had a beautiful face that did not match her age. On her mature face, there were still occasional flashes of childishness and cuteness when she was young , she smiled slightly: "Okay, I'll go in right away."

The white falcon beside him fluttered its wings, let out a "chirp", and let down a few snow-white feathers.

"Little guy, you are so naughty." Krodia I bent down to pick up the feather, "It's exactly the same as Kiku."

"Your Majesty..." Madam Hildan hesitated to speak.

"It's okay," the Queen smiled, her voice was soft, and there was a gentle and relaxed smile on her face, "Why don't you believe that I have really taken those things lightly?"

Mrs. Hildan looked at Kolotia's smile, sighed secretly, and said that she let it go. In fact, those things... can't be let go for the rest of her life. Over the years, she has seen less and less on Kolotia's face. To the kind of joyful, heartfelt laughter.This kind of smile often appeared when she first came to the throne, but...

The queen turned her face slightly, her delicate and snow-white cheeks were stained with the afterglow of the setting sun, adding a layer of blood: "Is that letter from Olivier?"

"...Yes." Mrs. Hildan's expression was rather disapproving. The emperor of Erebonia, his queen always called her by her first name without respect, and it was still that nickname.

Seeing Madam Hildan's expression, Clotia understood what she meant, and smiled: "What does it matter? To me, he is Olivier...We only have each other now."

She turned around and entered the room, followed by the white falcon flapping its wings, and the bleak beauty under the setting sun was brought into the queen's palace at once.

Who would have imagined that such a woman would be unmarried all her life, and her only heir would be her uncle, the descendant of Duke Dunant. She took him into the palace and raised him from an early age. That child would be a very qualified child. , the future King Liber.

She can still live a long and beautiful life, but now, with her tired and indifferent expression, it seems that her life has already been passed.

"I have dedicated my life to my country," she said.

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