Queen and Her Duke

Yate Tower was once the palace of the Golan royal family.

Now, it's a prison for traitors and heretics.

The sound of hawks lingers around the towering domed spire, and together with the screams in the prison, they compose a prayer of repentance and confession to the gods.

"Count, the people from the royal court have brought orders, we cannot go in for the time being," the guard outside the prison door knelt down with a humble demeanor.

"Wang Ting?" Earl Russell glanced at Wen Lin unexpectedly. The abusive beauty of her being tied up made the animal nature in his body that was about to move even more uncontrollable.

The Sachs family owns the three rich and large counties of North and South Sachs and Kent, and the children of the family are domineering. Hearing the word Wang Ting, Russell Sachs chose to back down.

Pacing back and forth irritably, Earl Russell finally turned around and left the cell, and tortured the dying prisoners with torture tools along the way as if venting.

Inevitably another equally beautiful woman came to Russell's mind.

The queen who was hated and reviled by countless believers, but finally won the throne of Golan.

Thinking of this, the light and shadow in Earl Russell's eyes became more cloudy, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito, "Who knows how long she can occupy that chair? But at least I shouldn't be caught now,"

The iron door opened slowly, and all the harsh and dirty thoughts were buried under the bright light.

Through the gray shattered hair on his forehead, the jailer looked at Duke Russell's back, elegant and haughty, just like when he came.

After closing the door quickly, the cell boss carefully glanced into the cell, full of pity.

It seemed that she had already foreseen that a low-class person like Wen Lin would be played by noble young masters.Get bullied.The tragic end of humiliation.

The prisoner was lying on the dry grass, and the pale moonlight slanted on her smooth and fair skin, which seemed to cast a holy and mysterious radiance on her. Unlike the traditional Golan look, her oriental look was softer and richer. Glossy black hair and full red lips appear ascetic and seductive.

If the queen hadn't personally ordered the arrest, no one would have connected her with the dirty and despicable pirates.

"My merciful lord, I am your most loyal believer, and I sincerely repent to you..." the prison chief muttered to himself, and locked the lock hastily, not daring to look at Wen Lin again.

As the footsteps faded away, the surroundings returned to silence.

However, the movement outside the prison door did not affect Wen Lin, and the initial disgust and disdain were quickly replaced by indifference.

She was kept here for three days and three nights, without food or water, and unable to rest. Someone would come to patrol about every 15 minutes to prevent her from falling asleep.

Taking advantage of the current gap, Wen Lin closed her eyes, trying to recover her strength as much as possible.

Squeak~ However, the silence was quickly broken by an inopportune moment.

Beside the brazier in the distance, a mouse with shiny fur was gnawing on the head hung on the iron spikes.

Wen Lin's eyelids moved, but she didn't open them. She casually touched a gravel and tossed it. The disturbing sound of gnawing was instantly quieted down with the scream of an animal.

The walls around the cell were built with hard and thick stones, and the small and narrow windows seemed to warn the prisoners not to try to escape from here.

Every time Wen Lin stretched her stiff body, the heavy iron chains locked on her limbs would make a deep rattling sound, and Wen Lin couldn't help thinking about the possibility of taking them off.

Six months ago, Wen Lin was still a reclusive ancient martial arts successor of 21C, but when she was on a mission, she accidentally fell into the deadly formation.

When he woke up again, he appeared here, a strange continent very close to 16C Europe.

As an adult with strong psychological endurance, it took Wen Lin two months to fully accept the current situation.

What surprised her was that it was still her body, but strange memories gradually appeared in her mind.

These memories are so real that it feels like I have experienced them myself.

Thinking of those memories, Wen Lin sighed helplessly.

The self in this world is a descendant of a traitor, hunted down by the royal family and religion together, and his identity must never be revealed.

What is even more troublesome is that Wen Lin is accompanied by a group of old and weak subordinates who are always thinking about revenge.

They were all rumored to be gifted, helmsmen of the Sutherland family, and loyal subordinates of Haradell.

And Haradr is Wen Lin's father in this world.

Accustomed to 23 years of free and easy living in seclusion, Wen Lin instinctively resisted any responsibilities involved in blood feuds.

In modern times, she is alone. Here, Wen Lin believes that with what she has learned, she can still live a life of her own accord.

However, with such a group of people around, Wen Lin was very troubled and couldn't leave them behind, but she couldn't think of a way to properly arrange them for the time being.

And when Wen Lin finally figured out a more comfortable way of life, she got into trouble because of her carelessness.

When Wen Yue went to Hong Kong to supply supplies, Wen Lin took advantage of the chaos and rescued a blond beauty with outstanding temperament.

Originally, she wanted to add interest to the sometimes boring life at sea, but Wen Lin never thought that she was leading wolves into the house.

A happy pirate career ends here.

Since the rescue, the small broken boat has been frequently targeted by the Golan Royal Navy. With her outstanding command and combat ability and the use of familiar sea areas, Wen Lin took the small broken boat to escape many times.

The stimulation of challenging the nerves every day quickly exhausted Wen Lin's patience. In the dark and windy night of the month, Wen Lin mercilessly invited the beauty off the boat.

Unexpectedly, there was an ambush at the port, and Wen Lin just entered Yate Tower.

Think about it carefully, very aggrieved.

Just when Wen Lin was distressed, the sound of neat and hurried footsteps appeared suddenly, Wen Lin's eyelids twitched, she opened her eyes suddenly, and looked outside the door.

Judging by the sound of footsteps, there were at least 20 people. The people behind the scenes finally came?

The burning torch instantly lit up the dim environment, and a graceful figure walked in quickly, with winding skirts stacked on the dirty ground.

She casually scanned the environment in the cell, and finally fixed on Wen Lin, her blue pupils showed no emotion, and her words were ruthless, "I forgive your sins, the only condition is to surrender to me,"

"Should I call you Isabeth or Your Majesty the Queen?" After a few moments of silence, Wen Lin's face, which was so calm and numb due to torture, flashed a hint of mockery.

"You're a smart person, I like it very much," Weisia looked down at Wen Lin, not caring about Wen Lin's indifferent attitude.

"I regret saving you. If I knew I should have let you be gnawed in the sea, there are no bones left,"

Wen Lin said bitterly, her originally calm blood seemed to be irritated by Visia's eyes looking at the goods, and an urge suddenly rose in her heart to press the person in front of her under her body and teach her a lesson.

"You resent me?"

The sharp long eyebrows frowned in a slight arc, and the joy of successfully catching Wen Lin was instantly diluted. What Visia wanted to hear was the begging and loyalty of the person in front of her.

Rather than resentful provocation.

Before that, Vicia realized that she had to destroy Wen Lin's pride and stubbornness.

The sea breeze rolled in with water vapor, and the thick lead-colored clouds formed a ball, covering the only light outside the window.

"Antoine, get the whip,"

The queen's neck was raised gracefully, and a subtle desire to conquer flashed in her eyes.

Before the lady attendant knew that the queen was coming to Art Tower, she replaced all the instruments of torture with new ones, and the whip was no exception.

The strength and toughness of the newly made whip are at their best.

"You all go out,"

"Yes,"

The cell door was closed tightly, and Vicia walked to the wheel.Next to the plate, hold the handle and turn it slowly.

The iron chain hanging on the ground echoed, dragging towards the stone wall bit by bit.

The whole body is clinging to the cold stone wall, the hands and feet are spread out in the largest arc, and the softest and most fragile parts of the body are forced to stretch out. The tense muscle lines and dripping sweat show Wen Lin's embarrassing situation at this time.

"You can beg me for mercy at any time?" The queen looked extremely happy, and she was very patient with her favorite prey.

"It was an honor to be interrogated by the Queen herself,"

Wen Lin lowered her head, her answer was still cold and rigid, but she couldn't deny that under Weisia's gaze, the posture of the secret place wide open made her feel like she was sitting on pins and needles.

The sense of humiliation flooding in like a tide made Wen Lin tremble uncontrollably.

At the same time, the sense of urgency that the identity exposure might lead to the death of the entire ship quickly calmed Wen Lin's anger.

She had to admit that the string called reason snapped the moment Vicia stepped here.

The rebellious pirate captain wanted to save people because of his lust, and held the most noble rose of Golan with his heart, but in the end he ended up in jail.

A very ridiculous talk.

The pain of being pulled became more and more obvious, and crystal beads of sweat rolled down her chin and seeped into Wen Lin's tightly stitched collar.

This was a scene full of hints. Visia approached with a whip, trying to caress Wen Lin's cheek.

Turning her head to avoid her hand, Wen Lin said hoarsely, "You can choose to let me go, or let me stay here and be hanged,"

"Death? Death is a kind of forgiveness at certain times. If you are still stubborn, the warden will let you know countless means that life is worse than death,"

Weisia threatened neither salty nor light, and she knew very well that sometimes the tone was harsh.Teaching is very necessary.

Without mercy, the sound of lingering wind came suddenly, one after another bright and beautiful whip marks fell one after another, and the scarlet blood gradually stained the inner shirt.

Hearing the groans that seemed unbearable, Wen Lin showed no sign of begging for mercy.

bah... bah bah...

I don't know how long the flogging took, Weisia watched Wen Lin unmoved, almost passed out from the pain, and walked past the soft throat that strangled Wen Lin.

"Your crew is also imprisoned here, and you are the only one who can save them,"

"I'm going to die, how can I care about others?"

"I won't let you die,"

"Your Majesty, this is beyond your control,"

Wen Lin gasped.Breathing, exuding a pleasant fragrance.

Visia suddenly moved her head closer, and pressed the tip of her nose against the hair on the side of Wen Lin's neck, sniffing lightly at the smell she couldn't refuse.

It is like pine wine that has been brewed for ten years. The smell is slightly cold, like the wind passing through the sea covered by morning mist, mixed with the lingling fragrance of the forest, slightly drunk but not intoxicating.

Turning her head, looking at Wen Lin with a scrutinizing smile, Visia recalled that she had countless opportunities to leave after being rescued, but she didn't.

She accepted Wen Lin's ardent overtures, she lied to herself that she was an unfavored noble lady, she acquiesced to many intentional and ambiguous intimacy actions just like this moment...

Letting go of her grip on the handle of the whip, Visia breathed a sigh of relief very slowly, her reason defeated the little bit of unbearable in her heart without any suspense.

She is the king of Golan, and she is used to using the supreme power in her hands to play with people's hearts, even if it is a pure sincerity that has not been experienced for a long time, without any self-interest, as long as it is beneficial to Golan.

This logic is rather outrageous and ruthless.

The strange emotions that surged up in her heart were quickly suppressed by Visia, feeling Wen Lin's rapid panting due to the pain, she said, "Tell me, how will you be willing to surrender to me,"

The tone was still majestic and ruthless, but with a trace of it.The meaning of coaxing.

Visia's hair color is very light golden, which is a characteristic of the noble and pure lineage of the Plantagenet royal family. At the same time, it makes her blue pupils look deeper and more charming, like the boundless sea of ​​stars that can only be seen when riding in the ocean.

Wen Lin frowned, she wanted to find a little bit of warmth in memory from Weisia's alienated face, but the ensuing persecution made her heart sink uncontrollably.

She thought, these are obviously a pair of beautiful but also extremely cold and ruthless eyes, why when gazing at people, it makes people feel that the eyes are flowing with emotion.

The sudden and chaotic heartbeat was extremely abrupt.

Wen Lin suddenly hooked her lips into a chuckle, with the cold white moonlight reflected in her pupils, she said firmly, "Your Majesty, I want you,"

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The author has something to say:

·The full text is empty, there are many private settings, and the party is wrongly involved

·It's not Western fantasy, it's not Western fantasy, it's not Western fantasy, and it doesn't know how to write Western fantasy, it's more historical, and important things are said three times