under the field

Scarlett

I know this isn't Reggie's mansion, and even though I have no interest in his properties, he wouldn't be stupid enough to take me to a place where Jacob could easily find me.

I don't know what's going to happen next, but I'm unafraid.

"Oh, look at your stubborn eyes." His words were like cold snakes, penetrating into your brain inch by inch, "It's exactly the same as your father."

"But you also have the beauty of your mother..." His lips pressed against my ear, and I realized that the trembling was unconscious and had nothing to do with fear. It was just because you felt quite repelled by that person, so your body Resist instinctively.

"I'm curious..." He looked at me, "Do you think the blood of traitors can really be inherited?"

"Otherwise your father was a traitor, why should you too?"

I turned my head away, and there was a triumphant smile in his eyes.I met those cold eyes, "So, how many people are you going to threaten with this matter?"

"Hush..." He stretched out his hand to caress my face, I restrained myself from resisting and provoking him, and let his fingers brush my lips slightly: "I didn't intend to threaten anyone..."

He stood up, leaving me for a short time but did not make me feel safe, he began to stand there and dismantle the belt around his waist, "If you had married me obediently, this matter would not have been seen again."

He came back to me, and I didn't see any compassion on that face, "Do you know what you are doing now? You were a good noble girl, but what did you do?"

He raised the belt, changing his mood quickly, the belt fell on me like a slap, "You rebellious! Rebellious! Flee! Rebel against the royal family!" He whipped, venting his anger, again and again, accompanied by loud every A whip.

I curled myself up and let him vent, I told myself that he would leave when he got his vent, would be satisfied, and I still wouldn't let him hear my submission.

He paused after the seventh lash, "You're not spotless anymore...you're with Jacob's Colin, aren't you?"

He knelt down, looked down at my face, reached out and pulled my hair, "Speak."

My scalp hurts, but I still keep my mouth shut and don't say a word.

"Jacob's Colin and Hastings girls, are they a match made in heaven?" He said, "Everyone in every small town is singing this version..." He tightened his grip, "But now you Something happened, where is he?" Then, as if suddenly realizing it, "Ah, he ran away..."

He dragged me to the side of the bed, "Do you think you have a lot of plans? Every time can be perfect?" He threw me up like a rag.

I closed my eyes and imagined myself as a tomb, and I didn't feel anything, it wouldn't affect me what he did next.

His breath lingered in my ears, like an ultimatum, "Don'tyouscream?"

My silence finally succeeded in angering him. He tore off the last mask of hypocrisy and slapped me.

There was a lot of fishy-sweet liquid coming out of my nose, and my head was hot, but I didn't stop kicking him to fight back.All he knew was that the front of his clothes was ripped open, his hands were pinned down, and his scalp was ripped apart.

At that time, I asked myself, at this moment, if I encounter such a situation, do I regret it?miss home?If he hadn't run away and married Reggie, would he still be living this kind of life?I only saw him suppressing me, tearing my clothes with both hands, and all the breaths that approached me were foul-smelling, and I finally cried out in despair.

"My lord." Someone appeared at the door. I picked up the vase by the bed and threw it at the person on me. After being hit, he still held my wrist tightly. "Get out, Mark!" Reggie yelled toward the door.

"Thunder is dead," said the man. "Colin of Jacob killed him in the valley." To hear Colin's name again was like a drowning man catching driftwood.

"Your Majesty is very angry. She will see you immediately."

"Fuck!" Reggie grabbed my bleeding forehead and roughly pulled me up from the bed. He swept my hair back and grabbed my throat. His voice was so tight that it seemed to be broken at any time. Looking at me, I said, "Look at what good things your man has done."

He looked into my eyes, "I'll give you one last chance, girl Hastings, marry me, or choose to die."

Allowing him to block the air into my lungs, I said to him word by word: "I would rather die."

He threw me off the bed, quickly walked out of the room, and said to the person at the door: "Bring her, this is the biggest bargaining chip in exchange for the head of Jacob Colin!"

"I'm not going to lose!" he yelled like a lunatic, filling the house.

I fell on the ground, panting for the rest of my life.I gathered up my clothes and looked up at the man standing by the door waiting for me to get up. I heard my voice hoarse, "How did he die?"

"The head was cut off and hung on the city wall of Wellsburg, and the 30 Duke's guards were all occupied by Jacob." The man actually answered my question, and then he seemed to be talking to himself, He looked at the scenery outside the window instead of the distressed woman at the foot of the bed, and said in the most ordinary tone: "Winter is coming."

A woman came in and handed me a new set of dresses. I stood up against the wall and changed the clothes. I was not relieved to escape Reggie's violation, because I knew that I was about to meet this person next time. The craziest and most terrifying woman in this land, and she can decide my life or death with just one word.

Sharing a carriage with Reggie was suffocating, but fortunately his interest had been spoiled, and he was even a little bit burnt out.He caressed the red marks on my face, as if he wasn't the creator of this masterpiece. "Wait a minute, I can't guarantee your life..." He looked at me and said regretfully.

I was brought to the main hall of Dove Palace, Reggie greeted the woman on the throne, and Mark, his follower, threw me onto the clean ground.I raised my eyes, and the hall was full of cold-eyed onlookers, strange costumes and exaggerated splendor.At this moment, the atmosphere is serious, because Sand received the news of his death.

Queen Sadishi met my gaze, and she looked at Reggie.

"Let me introduce you, Hastings girl," he said.

Sadishi immediately sneered, "Your capable little fiancée? I thought she should follow Jacob's Colin jumping up and down, how capable, Sander's head is still cold!"

"May I know how that idiot died?" Reggie said.

Immediately a messenger was escorted to the front of the main hall. He tremblingly opened the letter in his hand, and the guard behind him explained: "The person Jacob sent to deliver the letter."

"Speak." Sadishi said coldly.

"The Duke of Sandland learned that Jacob's people agreed to exchange the princess. He rushed to the Linggu location ahead of time, but he didn't have any hostages to exchange, and he tried to start a war, so he was counterattacked by Jacob. In the end, the Duke of Sander became red-eyed, the battle situation was out of control, the Duke died unfortunately, and 30 Duke guards were brought into Jacob's barracks..."

"Nonsense!" Sadishi threw the cup at the messenger's feet.

Reggie signaled the man to continue, and he continued tremblingly: "Madam Nottingham, who was imprisoned by Reggie Emont, must be safe and sound, otherwise Jacob will wage war against the royal family again..."

A gunshot rang out, the messenger's words remained unbroken, and a blood hole had already been opened in his forehead.He fell at my feet, his eyes were still open, and the fear in his pupils was still undiminished.The hole on the forehead began to flow out black-red liquid, and there was no sound in the hall.

Reggie picked up the paper on the ground indifferently, and read the last words of the letter. When he said the name of Colin, the person who sent the post, my palms were gently covering the eyelids of that person, trembling palms. Below is the pupil that has not had time to cool down.I closed his eyes so that he could rest in peace and say goodbye to this cruel place.

"Mrs. Nottingham?" Sadishi looked at me with a smile and laughed out loud, "Dare anything to threaten me?"

Her last sentence was decided, and it entered my ears word by word.

"Tomorrow, I will hang her in front of all Jacob's people, on the largest execution ground in the imperial city." The strange and funny thing is that they only let her words stay in the air for a few seconds, and then the whole room burst into ridiculous jumps And cheers, with her determination and decision-making.

Someone came up to drag me away, and I saw Reggie looking at me as if I was looking at a dilapidated thing in a pair of indifferent hands and feet, as if I had no value in his eyes.

How gorgeous and splendid the hall is, how gloomy and gloomy it is in the cell, the bones are still cold, and the cold hits the body.

At least they are willing to add a small window to each cell, let the moonlight sway in, and mourn the prisoners before they die.Maybe they should learn to remember, remember the lost soul, and then feel sorry for themselves.I thought about a lot of people that night, and I wondered if I was going to join their ranks, that I was going to be a victim someday.

Annalo Dingham, Francis Lovett, the Duke and Duchess of Nottingham, and Robert Hastings...

What would Claire be doing?Is Mia's stomach already as big as Cartier?Is Briana busy planning her pre-winter trip again?Or is she already in another city?

The forget-me-not stance in New Sierre remains the same.Audrey should be struggling to settle accounts, Knight might be idly admiring the mold he cultivated, and Lily might be lazily hiding in the kitchen.

The story versions of all the taverns are still being sung, the music is still going on, the people are still rejoicing, and the souls of the dead are still mourning.

All of Carolina will continue to run, and they have tomorrow to meet.

I also have a tomorrow to welcome, and I also have a tomorrow to continue, but everything will end in front of the gallows, and the blood in my body will gradually become cold. Only the silver ring in my palm tells me with the temperature that you are still breathing at this moment.

But it also ends tomorrow.