Camellia camellia

"You just said 'obedience'? Just because of a ring, you obeyed him?" Camelia's harsh tone rang in Katie's ears. In her memory, the master she had served since childhood had never Talk to her in that tone.

The butler, who always regarded herself as calm and composed, was also a little uncertain at this time, she quickly knelt down in front of Camelia on one knee: "Katie dare not, it's just that Mr. Oliveira is the holder of the ring of power, according to According to the teachings of the ancestors, the person holding the ring of power represents the entire will of the Camellia family, and all trusted servants must submit to it."

"...Yes, including me." Camelia murmured after a short silence. "Because it is the ring of the Patriarch of Camellia, the only token of the rulers of the past. My mother left the 'duty' to me. After so many years, I gradually understood her painstaking efforts, so I worked hard, I finally passed their test without the ring of rights, and took on the whole of Sicily by myself. But who would have thought that the "ring of rights" I had been looking for for a long time would be entrusted by my father in that hands."

Katie didn't dare to raise her head. She knew that Camelia's state was about to collapse, and any rash move might touch her, so she could only kneel there quietly and accompany her silently.

"Perhaps, my father didn't believe that I could pass their test to become king of Sicily. But I did, and I, Camelia Rediterer, stand here now, leading them from the painful years Come out, so that the subjects of my territory will not be plagued by famine. It is I who built schools, orphanages and prayer halls, so that children will no longer be displaced, and master a craft that can make a living, so that they have faith and be kind to others. It is I who let The mothers can guarantee a meal or two of meat every month. I am the one who protects Sicily from those disgusting wolves. But why!! Why, who can tell me why! !! Why is it like this, my family, my parents, my lover, my rights, my everything...will be taken away from me? Sister, my lord, who is making such a joke? ..."

Camelia's anger poured out like a storm, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time finally spewed out mercilessly at this moment.

The Sicilian lord smashed everything that could be smashed in front of her eyes in her study.

Katie knelt in the mess and endured it silently.

In this way, Camelia kept falling, smashing, tearing, and making noise.Time passed by, until she was so sleepy and tired that she couldn't stand up anymore and fell to the ground. Katie hurriedly jumped up, dragging her sore legs, and held her up her body.

She tried her breath, reassuring that Camelia was just fainting from exhaustion.

Katie looked at the thin woman in her arms with some distress, and helped her up.As soon as he reached the door, the door was opened from the outside.She was startled, but saw Oliveira standing there frowning, and it was obvious that he hadn't left from the beginning.He held out his hand, and Katie hesitated, then unloaded Camelia from her shoulders and handed it to him.

Oliveira just pursed her lips tightly, glanced into the room, but just said nothing, holding Camelia firmly in her arms.

"Lead the way."

"Yes, sir."

Katie walked on one shoulder of Oliveira, and met many people along the way. It was more or less the first time that the Grand Duchess of Sicily was walking in the arms of others, and it was quite strange. Eye-catching.

The two of them didn't speak, and after a while, Katie brought him to the North Pavilion.

At the entrance of the North Hall, they ran into Flora who was about to go out.

"Mr. Oliveira, Grand Duke!!" Flora rushed forward like a gust of wind, her face full of worry.

"Camelia needs to rest. I'll take her up first. Let's talk later." The little lion lowered his voice, obviously not wanting to wake up the sleeping Camelia.

Flora bit her lip and looked at him, then looked at Camelia in his arms, nodded, and turned to lead the way.

Needless to say, this was the first time Oliveira and Flora came to Camelia's bedroom, but it was no stranger to Katie.The maids who usually take care of Camelia's daily life in the servant's room opposite were even more nervous when they saw the master being carried in, just because Katie's expression was not too unusual, and it was just in accordance with the usual practice Serve aside.

Katie quickly lifted the quilt with her hands, and Oliveira gently put Camelia down, and then covered her with the quilt.

"Don't disturb her, let the Grand Duke sleep like this for a while. Where is Irina? Call her to take care of Camelia."

Katie obliged.

Flora was on the side, waiting for Oliveira's explanation because she didn't know what happened.

But the man didn't say much, just pulled two chairs from the side, sat down by the bed, and looked at the sleeping woman on the bed quietly.

He stretched out his hand to check her breath, she was very stable, and then he was relieved.

Although Flora was in a hurry, it seemed that Oliveira didn't want to explain to her now. She just sent the maids on duty to order important things and sent them away.After giving all the orders, he sat on the chair beside the bed and began to look around the room.

Camelia's room design is similar to the house she lives in now.A simple suite, living room plus bedroom.The indoor area is not too large, but to a certain extent, it does exist like a 'box' to a person in charge.Flora had already felt this point on the day she moved into the North Building. Such a suite was not much bigger than Winston's servant's room.The decoration in the room is very simple, almost not thoughtful, and the decoration in the room is not even as good as the guest room she lives in now.

"The contrast is really unbelievable." Flora curled her lips and said in a low voice.As soon as she finished speaking, her eyes were attracted by the photo frame on the bedside table.

The photo frame depicts a young couple, the man holds a two or three-year-old girl in his arms.Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that it is the young Camelia at the chestnut curly hair.

"It's the former Grand Duke and his wife." Oliveira said softly, her eyes still fixed on Camelia who was not awake.

"You said it was Grand Duke Eric and Mrs. Aryan?"

Oliveira glanced at her and nodded.

"This is the lady?"

In the Dominican aristocratic circle, who doesn't know Mrs. Aryan?When she was young, she was hailed as the flower of the social circle. Her elegant demeanor and noble will have always been imitated by young ladies. Even after marrying the Camellia, she still has countless followers. Joshua Bell, her ex-fiancé who went to Camellia's house, is said to still stay in Thalia according to Aryan's will.The bard's hymn to her still makes people sigh with emotion even after she died in love for many years.

Flora suppressed her turbulent mood and looked at the portrait for a long time, and she couldn't help but compare it with Camelia.

Camelia did inherit Mrs. Aryan's beauty, but judging from just one painting, their temperaments are completely different.

Mrs. Aryan is like the silver moon hanging in the sea and sky exuding endless mystery, always slightly tilting the corners of her mouth; while Camelia... is more like a camellia, blooming so brightly and beautifully, She seems to be passionate, leading you forward all the time, but the closer you get to her, the more you realize that she has a cold nature.

As the owner of Camellia, an ancient nobleman in Dominica, whose status is second only to that of the king, everyone knows that Camelia is different.Even before she became a 'marriage match', Camelia's name was always mentioned by people around her.He lost his father when he was young, and his mother also died in love.She lived alone in the Alava Palace in Thalia, and was later taken over by the king to the Mirror Lake Manor in Parramatta, named care, but in fact... like a proton, before she became an adult, everyone was pitying her, A poor puppet girl from Sicily.Until that day, Earl Containwys brought her back into the social circle again.Only then did people see the transformation of that puppet girl.She and her mother are very similar in beauty, but only she understands that the new Grand Duke has his own persistence.

Yes, only she is special.

She's back, and she's got everything one could desire.Power, land, money, men are crazy about her, and she has countless suitors, but she is still indifferent.She calmly faced the crowd with a smile on her face, but her eyes did not fall on those people.Until that day, at her coming-of-age dance, when she sneaked out to relax alone, she saw her dragging skirt in the corner of the garden.

She hesitated to go up to talk to her, but the scene that caught her eyes was something she would never forget.

She saw, she, and her lover.

The knight of Black Gold Moon, Mirgatila Trumien, kissed each other.

For some reason, she was literally ecstatic at that moment.

Maybe, she can accept her.

The author has something to say:

I found that I was getting more and more off topic...

By the way, I just want to write a short story about Mirga and Camelia.

In the end, Mi Mei was written off by me... Mi Mei, I miss you so much.

When will you come back? If you don't come to Brother Ka again, you will be eaten.

Stop playing, there are still a group of fiancées eager to try.