Camellia camellia

Camellia Camellia

"Mirga, look, spring is coming. The day when the mirror lake's ice cap will melt is coming. Why haven't I heard the news of your return?"

Camelia looked out of the window with her feet on her feet. Her face was as pale as snow, her curly chestnut hair was tied up with a dark red ribbon, revealing her smooth forehead, and the hem of her snow-white pajamas hung down her calves. She was a slender girl. A twilight blue coat that didn't match her height was draped over her shoulders.

The priests of Valdor are already busy preparing for the celebration of the Lord of Spring. This is the most grand event of the year, and it is also the season when the rulers of the entire Dominican tribe gather to swear allegiance to the United King and distribute land. .It would not be an exaggeration to describe it like this. Since Dominica was unified by Rachel Nonz, the iron-faced king on horseback, following the ancient customs of their Nonz family has also been followed in just three years. It has become the only indicator to determine the political trend of this country.

The phrase "participation season" also spread rapidly to the streets and alleys along with the mouths of dignitaries and dignitaries.

Spring, the season when everything sprouts.It is really good to use mild green to decorate the life-and-death debate table for certain interest groups.

Of course, this is destined to be mixed with several joys and sorrows.

"Master, Countess Milia Containwith please see me." After the two bells rang, Angela, who had been wandering outside the door for a long time, finally settled down and loudly announced the name of the visitor who did not have any appointments. Name.She almost pressed her ear to the door so that she could confirm the owner's reply.But indeed, from the point of view of time, it is not without reason that the lady's visit made even their attendants feel uneasy.

No family member of the Green Party will be rushing to visit their table rivals on the eve of the political season - at least not at the home of the loyal heir to the United Nations king.

Angela hadn't yet come out from the shadow of the arrogant lady's intentional posture, and the delay in getting a response from the master's room made her at a loss what to do.She even suspected that there was something wrong with her ears, or she was deaf or something. It was quiet inside the door.Just as she was thinking about going to the garden to ask the guard on duty, the door of the house opened.The new owner she was serving, Camelia Anne, the legal heir of Mirror Lake Manor, came out of the house.

"Take me to see her." Camelia helped the coat that had slipped from her shoulders, and pulled the skirt tightly into her arms.At least until the coming of the Summer Festival, the nights at Mirror Lake Manor are always blessed by the Goddess of Ice and Snow.Except for Angela and the three attendants who were only pardoned this year and transferred back from the other courtyard of the Reditile family in Brunstown in the south, most of them were the aborigines of Parramatta.Angela actually has nothing to complain about. The Reditter family has the ability to give her the best treatment among the servants, but it is much colder here than in the south, which really makes people helpless. .

Before Angela came back to her senses, Camelia had already gone to the reception room. For everyone in Mirror Lake Manor, the meaning contained in every sentence of this master who spoke vigorously and resolutely The command is unquestionable.

The wind made her body cold, and only then did Angela remember to follow Camelia's footsteps.

"Master, do you need..." Angela yelled and followed, her worried eyes proved how inappropriate it was to wear this dress to meet the wife of Contain Weiss, the core leader of the Green Party.However, Camelia seemed to have not heard the persuasion of her loyal servant at all, and was not even willing to waste a second, almost running wildly.But after all, she is Camelia, the sole heir of the Rediterell family, reason is something she has been trying to control since she was a child, and she has become familiar with it so far.In the end, she stopped in front of the reception room. Angela draped a dark red velvet pajamas over her shoulders, and Camelia obediently replaced the twilight blue coat.

And Katie, the housekeeper of Mirror Lake Manor, had been waiting at the door of the reception room long ago. She habitually walked up to Camelia to make final preparations for her master before the meeting.When she saw that everything was perfect, she retreated to Camelia's right hand and rang the handbell.

"Countess of Containwys, long time no see. Your visit has made Mirror Lake Manor radiant, and even Ruth can't wait to see you." Camelia walked to her princess calmly. In front of the chair, he calmly stared at the woman in front of him.

"If you really thank me for bringing the breath of spring to Parramatta, I am willing to accept it. But... don't compare me to a bird in your cage, you must know that although the flower scissors in the hands of Bo people are not as good as Parramatta Ramata’s alchemy workshop is so labor-intensive, but at least it’s not a problem to save some condiments on the tables of you city people.” The beautiful blond countess chuckled, she didn’t care He took out a red rose that had just been built from the vase, rubbed the thorny incision with his fingertips, and stared at Camelia provocatively, not caring whether his tone contradicted the young owner of Mirror Lake Manor.

"I'd really like to see those shameless fruit sellers in Blackton Market who hold their knives and show their power." Camelia straightened her back and slowly retorted: "Even if there are fewer You don't need to worry about the taste. As long as you are still a guest of my Mirror Lake Manor, please believe that my head chef will be happy to make more efforts to cater to your taste."

"Heh, don't you think I'm going to be like Bill Beauxleyn?" The countess turned her head and glanced at the attendants who stayed at the door of the living room. "The school motto on the Pella Moon Rock will never be forgotten by every graduate."

Friends of the oath, those who betray the oath will feed the glaciers and snow fields with their flesh and blood.

Camelia waved her hand, motioning for everyone to disperse.

"Since you have shown your loyalty, there must be something important that made you come here to meet with me before the political season—I think your husband won't mind."

"Oh, that's natural." She glanced away, the servants in the room had already withdrawn, and the housekeeper Katie's meaningful eyes just matched hers. "I apologize for my abrupt visit late at night. I don't think a generous Duchess would refuse the request of a travel-worn messenger."

Camelia smiled noncommittally, turned her head and nodded slightly, Katie understood and left with everyone.

The moment the door of the reception room was closed, the beautiful countess let go of all her guard. She relaxed her sitting posture, rested her hands on her breeches, squinted her eyes and looked at Camelia for a long time before seeing her like gold. She curled up her curly hair and said with a sly smile, "If it wasn't for conveying news from afar, I would rather go to the hotel to take a comfortable bath and sleep after ten days of traveling. Camelia, You know what I mean."

Camelia didn't seem to mind the other party's straightforward investigation, and still straightened her back and looked at the visitor with a faint smile on her lips, neither alienated nor intimate. "Madam, if you wish, you know that every manor of the Rediterell family welcomes you at any time."

"Well, since the hosts are so warm and hospitable, I don't want to take away your kindness. Please allow me to think... Okay, then I will live in the Red Room today." Ya's face changed suddenly, she bit her lips tightly, and looked at Miria in puzzlement, her beautiful eyebrows wrinkled.

"...The Red Room has been idle for a long time. If Madam likes it, you can use the Golden Room as you like."

"It's okay, just send someone to clean it up. We country people are not very particular, and I like the Red Room very much." Milia's burning eyes almost see through Camelia, every time she sees this The young Grand Duchess, she couldn't restrain her urge to make things difficult for her.

"It's under renovation... it will cause you inconvenience."

"It doesn't matter, we country people can stand the wind and the sun."

"The fire is not ready there...Your body is not easy to catch cold."

"It doesn't matter, the bodies of us country people are very strong."

"..."

"It doesn't matter,……"

"Why do you insist on that room?" Camelia finally couldn't help asking. Milia's tricky and persistent attitude made it really difficult for her to find any excuses to refuse.

"Probably...because that's her room." As if she had finally waited for what she wanted to hear, Milia looked at Camelia with a satisfied face.

"...Why do you have to do this?"

"Because you are escaping, Camelia." Milia's eyes were burning, "I said I brought news from afar, but you kept changing the subject. You want to know, right?"

Camelia lowered her head and muttered silently, her curly chestnut hair fell to her mouth, pouring out a tree of brilliance.She is like a flawless statue, in Milia's eyes, even if she is in a trance, she doesn't care.Because in this room, only she can be the only spectator to enjoy this beauty.

"Yes, please tell me... about Mirga. I know that's why you must have come here."

The author has something to say:

I really like this combination, knight and lord.

happyending, I am emotionally disabled, so writing is the same, I don't know how to love, and I don't know how to express, but I will learn and take my time.

I will work hard.