Camellia camellia

1. Keyword: girl

I have long been used to the way of getting along with Milia.

She is my sister, the third unmarried daughter of Trumione.

"Sister Milia, I heard that Grand Duke Camellia is about to transfer to our school. Is this true?"

Grand Duke Camellia?

Hearing this appellation, the quiet girl who was sitting by the window wiping her sword paused, and just as she raised her eyes, she happened to meet a pair of smiling winking eyes.

The blond woman was completely sunken in the sofa, and a young man in luxurious attire was docilely pillowed between her crossed legs. He bent one leg, put his hands in her arms, and squinted his eyes like a quilt. Playful naughty kitten.

Milia caressed the boy's forehead, and her white and slender fingers passed through his hair, which was very intimate.

"Your news is very good." She curled her fingers and flicked the boy's forehead, and squeezed his cheek lightly, "She will come here next time she prays. It's so rare that you will Take the initiative to ask someone, it seems that Ellen, you are very interested in her." Miria deliberately dragged out the last sentence, and when she said this, her eyes fell to the side and looked at her quietly. On Mirjia, a mysterious smile rose from the corner of her mouth.

"No... I'm just curious. I heard before that the Camellia family has a strict education method. How could it be transferred to Santo An without warning this time?"

"Because...there is what she needs here." Miria smiled mysteriously, with all sorts of coquettishness, her fingers gently slid into the skirt of the boy's clothes, and the boy in his arms was obviously fascinated by her nickname, and his cheeks glowed. It was flushed, his lips were biting tightly, and his watery eyes showed a look of longing.Naturally, Milia knew about these things, but she still pretended to ignore them, and teased him as if nothing.

As the No. 1 woman in Dominica's social circle, outside the circle, only Mirjia understands how difficult it is for her third sister.Milia is very strict with herself, not only her manners, but even her frowns and smiles, she has to practice hundreds of times in front of the mirror. After a long time, she will naturally reveal a pleasing charm .

Seeing that the eyes of the blond girl sitting at the window were not disturbed, she asked, "Mirga, you say, is it?"

The girl quietly put the saber back into the scabbard, stood up and fixed the saber on the belt, her back was straight, and she pushed her blond hair back to her shoulders with both hands, revealing the beautiful curve of her neck for a moment.

"Maybe." She turned her head and looked out the window, with an imperceptible smile in her eyes, and the ripples in her endless black pupils were as smooth as the spring breeze of willow catkins.

A group of geese flying south across the blue sky, autumn is coming soon.

2.Key words: camellia, grand lady

Dominica's subjects would think of that person whenever they mentioned the camellia, and they would also think of that person when they mentioned the Grand Duchess.

The only female Grand Duchess of Dominica, Camelia Raeditelle from the Camellia family.

I have seen her many times at parties among the nobles, a beautiful little girl like a doll, wearing beautiful clothes, light makeup, and a fuchsia headband on her curly chestnut hair. Long eyelashes, round eyes, very light eyebrows, beautifully curved with brown eyebrow powder.She sat quietly in her seat, and her eyes always fell on a couple in the middle of the dance floor.Her delicate facial features are very similar to that lady, but the outline of her face is exactly the same as that gentleman.

In my impression, that little girl seldom speaks, always has a faint smile on her face, inseparable, and her blue eyes will fall on everyone, but most of them will not stay for a long time, like a pair of lovers. No one ever cared.Only when talking to her father and mother, will there be a beautiful luster in her eyes.

However, most of the time, she seems to be sitting on a cloud, looking down at all living beings.

I knew her parents, everyone in the circle knew them.

Her mother is like a dazzling pearl, she will unconsciously attract the attention of others wherever she goes.I remember that my second sister often sighed to Melia and me before she got married, "No other woman will be as happy as Mrs. Aryan from the Camellia family." I was young at that time, and I didn't know what love is. Some people think that as long as two people can be together, live and die together, that is love.

But I never thought that they would really live and die together as I imagined.

Grand Duke Reditrell passed away suddenly, and it didn't take long for the news of Lady Camellia's death to spread throughout the noble circle of Dominica.

At that time, many people always had mixed opinions when they sighed that Mrs. Aryan left her daughter to follow the Grand Duke to die. Thinking about it now, after all, in this circle, sincerity is always cast aside.Any lady who looks quiet and elegant may have several lovers behind her husband's back. For men, it seems that becoming a public lover is something worth showing off, and it is an attractive performance.

And dying for love... how stupid.

And at that time, I suddenly found that the little girl who always smiled quietly in the corner of the venue disappeared.

I never saw her again.

Until one day, I saw her again at the New Year's Ball hosted by Count Containwys.She looked more like Mrs. Aryan in memory, radiant and very beautiful.The words and expressions were very decent, and the streamer flashed in his eyes, like... a snow-white little wolf.

The Earl of Containwys led her to the front of the stage and announced loudly that this is the mistress of Sicily, the Duke of Camelia.

The crowd applauded her in unison.

I feel a little sad in my heart, yes, she is no longer the little girl sitting quietly in the corner of the banquet hall.

Milia, who was holding my arm, noticed something was wrong with me, and she looked at me suspiciously.

I realized my gaffe, so I squeezed out a not-so-good smile and told her I was fine.

Not long after, the maroon waves blew in front of me.

She held out her hand to me, and I held the pink lace gloves firmly between her fingers.

She smiled slightly, and her eyes drifted to my saber, "Hello, Knight Mirgatila, I'm Camelia from the Redditler family. It's my first time meeting you. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"It is my honor to be appreciated by you, Grand Duke." She smiled sweetly at me, bright and cheerful, I seemed to hear a gap in my dusty memory for a long time, she was like a bunch of warm flowers Like the sun caressing my heart.Holding her hand seemed to be coiled by vines, no matter how hard it was to let go.

I want to say, in fact, I have known you a long time ago.

"Hey, come dance with me."

——"My name is not hello, I have a name, my name is Camelia, Camellia."

The author has something to say:

I originally wanted to write in the third person, but I suddenly felt that the No.1 pronoun is also very beautiful... Well, don’t mind me changing the pronouns hahaha.