The Golden Age: Colotia I

More and more riots.

One place was suppressed, and another immediately followed. Even though the government had opened food stores for them and reduced taxes, those riots were still surging.

Because what the government does is only a drop in the bucket, a lot of military power and national wealth are used for external wars, and the soldiers eat canned beans and dry black bread. Do you expect civilians to eat anything good?

Princess Margaret sat quietly in her bedroom. Since her dear brother Ole left, she seldom went out, and even visited her favorite garden occasionally to show the flowers Watering.Her melancholy blue eyes were increasingly clouded, deep and helpless.

Today she was dressed very formally, because sister Ludwika was coming to see her.This elder sister didn't like her very much since she was a child. She once heard her say to Alfred, "Every time I see Margot's eyes, I feel inexplicable anger rushing to my heart."

She knows that many people don't like her, a powerless princess who can't speak, even her maid secretly said to her companion: "Princess Margaret often wears a white dress and walks at night. Suddenly appeared by your side, quietly without a sound. Once I turned my head, I saw her standing silently behind her. Her eyes were so scary that I fell down all of a sudden. "

Margaret didn't speak, she just watched quietly, like a weak but tenacious vine, clinging to the thick tree of the Erebonian royal family to survive.

"Your Highness!" The minister of the military department wiped the sweat from his forehead and hurried in. "There was also a riot in the city of Feinide, which is the closest to the imperial capital!"

Princess Ludwika turned her head sullenly, her face was pale, but her eyes were burning with dark anger: "You idiots! What the hell is Osborn doing!"

"More than half of the Prime Minister's troops are dealing with foreign wars, and the rest have been dispatched to counter the rebellion. He reports to you that he has no more troops..."

"Is he lying to a three-year-old child?" The princess roared, grabbed the golden bottle of water beside her and threw it out. The bottle rolled on the ground a few times and stopped at the minister's feet, "Go! Tell him !If the country is doomed, he will not get a penny of what he wants! Let him not forget this!!"

The minister wiped his sweat, nodded in panic and retreated backwards.Ludwika sat down, and standing beside her was her confidant, Earl Grom, the handsome young man who was also the lover of the princess. He lowered his head and whispered to the princess: "Your Highness, maybe we should talk to those The Democrats talk about peace, let's deal with Osborne first..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted violently by the princess: "What are you talking about? Come on! You want me to make peace with those people? You want me to compromise with them? No! Absolutely impossible! The 'Golden Horse' family People never compromise! I absolutely do not accept peace talks with the rebels!"

"But then we're in absolute isolation..."

"No..." The princess regained her composure, her beautiful eyes sparkled, and a kind of desperate courage was revealed in her eyes, "I can still lift up those nobles and give them authority again..."

"you……"

The princess said to the maid beside her, "Go, tell Princess Margaret that I want to have afternoon tea with her today."

Earl Grom was startled: "Your Highness! You want to use Princess Margaret..."

"It's time for my sister to do something for this country," replied the princess grimly.

"I understand your situation, but Princess Margaret is not yet 20 years old..." the count swallowed the rest of the words, and the people Ludwika thought of were at least 40 years old.

"19 years old is old enough," the princess understood the earl's eyes, "oh, are you sympathizing with her?" She sneered, "you should sympathize with me, if I lose, the first one to be judged It's me, you don't know 'Bloody Ludwika'?"

"Margot, do you understand me?" Ludwika said impatiently, "You are already 19 years old, and I have chosen a good marriage for you, that is, you come from the largest noble family in our country." Marquis Ferratio, he has a noble status and will not insult you. Of course, he is a bit older, he is 58 years old, but after marriage you can find a lover as you like, I don't think he will care, you just An heir needs to be born for him as soon as possible..."

Margaret sat quietly in the shadow, with her head bowed, and her pointed chin was hidden in the shadow. At this moment, she raised her head, nodded, and wrote on a piece of white paper in front of her:

"But I don't like him, and I don't know him."

"Little girl, do you think you need to know him? Who instilled this idea in you, you are the princess of the empire, what's not satisfied with such a well-matched marriage?"

"Brother Ole and Mulla said..."

Ludwika snatched the white paper, and her pointed nails drew a long red mark on the back of Margaret's delicate hand: "If you don't want to be imprisoned by your sister, don't mention their names !" Her tone was gloomy.

Margaret was silent for a while, nodded, took another piece of paper and began to write: "I understand what you want to do... Do I have the right to refuse?"

Seeing these words, Ludwika suddenly calmed down. She carefully read the words several times, raised her eyes again, and looked at her deeply as if she had met Margaret for the first time. her chin, looking into her eyes.

Margaret didn't dodge or avoid, still looking directly at her quietly.

"My little sister..." Ludwika suddenly smiled, "I never realized that you are not what I always thought... Do you, little cat, want to stretch out your little paws?"

"Unfortunately, it's too late. You must marry Ferratio."

Margaret's eyes remained unchanged: "Why didn't you go by yourself?"

Ludwika laughed: "Don't be silly... If I could go, I would have married another nobleman by myself, and his status is not worthy of me." She said indifferently.

"Okay, until you get married, you can't go anywhere, so just stay here obediently. Margot, don't try to disobey my orders." She looked at Margaret's blank eyes and nodded in satisfaction, " As long as this is the case, you are still my good sister."

The door was closed, and the last ray of sunlight disappeared through the crack of the door following Ludwika's departure. Margaret was sitting in a dark corner, as quiet and insignificant as she had been since she was a child.

A book was spread out in front of her, with a bookmark in the page, and a pen beside it just marked it.

"...power is like a trap, no matter what falls into it, there is no way to escape, even family affection...family affection is the most fragile thing in this world and needs to be carefully protected. Once you fall into the trap, once you are stabbed by power When stabbed, the first thing to die is family affection."

For a long time, from her beautiful and melancholy blue eyes, teardrops oozed out one by one, falling on the pages of the book bit by bit.

The author has something to say: I'm back!

Please leave a message~ I know someone will read it~