Queen and Her Duke

In the center of the holy court, the windows are thin and tall, and the sunlight shines through the colored glass, creating a mysterious and gorgeous scene on the upper part of the dome of the church.

But under the majestic icon, the solemn and holy Holy Court Hall was dull and chaotic at this time. Countless battle reports were sent back from the Golan Coast. It should have been a war that was sure to win, but it was stopped by miracles. twist.

Catbury sat on the Holy Throne, his old wrinkled face trembling violently.

The Sutherland family, he missed it again, and missed the chance to live forever.

The archbishops of the holy court were arguing endlessly, while the pope, who had always been assertive, remained silent. Failure in this war would undoubtedly severely damage their prestige in the hearts of the believers, especially when they were still confronting the royal family.

Forbearance and the weak wolf cub showed her sharp claws, and the holy court was exhausted and at a disadvantage after a few movements.

When everyone was undecided and looked at the Pope, they found that the Pope seemed to have suddenly aged. He stood up holding the scepter,

It seemed to be speaking to everyone, and it seemed to be talking to himself, "This is the will of my lord, it is the will of my lord..." Then he left the people who were discussing and left the hall tremblingly.

When the news reached the Sistine Palace, Tilia looked up and laughed, "The old things in the Holy Court really lost,"

Because she laughed too hard, Tilia suddenly coughed violently. She covered her mouth, her eyes were bloodshot, and she looked a little crazy.

The clerk stood aside tremblingly, and when he saw Tilia's gesture of retreating, he refused to stay for a second and disappeared quickly.

Tilia looked at the battle report in her hand, a slight smile appeared on her gloomy face, and she walked inside with the battle report.

Pushing open the door, Mrs. Wormien was standing by the window, naked.Lu's neck was densely covered with ambiguous hickey marks, among which were a few clear teeth marks.

Dark red, it seems that the touch of a finger will cause uncontrollable tremors.

Tilia's eyes fell on those tooth marks, and her eyes darkened. She did not approach, leaned against the door, and said softly, "Madam, you are wrong. The Holy Court lost, and I won."

Mrs. Wormien didn't look up, but she clenched her hands subconsciously, and after struggling for a moment, she slowly let go, saying with a blank expression, "I have nothing to do with you."

I can't remember how long I have been trapped in the Sistine Palace. Wormien has given up any communication with Tilia. She has gone crazy and can't listen to anything.

Tilia is now like a crazy beast, coming here every day just to vent, Wormien feels humiliated, disappointed, and heartbroken, her restraint and love are being used by Tilia again and again.During the abuse, everything turned into disgust and numbness.

Just yesterday, Tilia seemed to realize that if this continues, Mrs. Wormien will definitely leave her.

Either way, in life or in death.

Tilia wanted to show her favor, but even though Wormien was still indifferent and sarcastic, she smiled restrainedly, trying to show a naive expression like before, but what she said still had a chilling taste,

"Ma'am, I will let you out after I kill all the people in the Holy Court who are in the way."

In the Sistine, the Holy Court and the Wormien family are endless rivals, and they have had a grudge for many years.

This is why Tilia wanted to, and why dared to kill Philip's child. The current Vormien family has no choice but Tilia. They need a bloodline orthodox monarch to fight against the Holy Court.

The two sides have been in a stalemate for many years. In the hands of Mrs. Wormien, they have maintained a rare superficial calm.

And Tilia's actions seemed to be swearing to kill one of them.

Wormien could turn a blind eye to Tilia, but he couldn't be indifferent to his family.

With a bit of powerless sullenness, Wormien finally turned his head and met Shang Tilia's eyes, "For so many years, the Wormien family has never really shaken the Holy Court, even though it has secretly cultivated other heirs, That shouldn't be a prey to your random madness."

"Crazy at random?" Tilia's eyes suddenly darkened, and she realized that Mrs. Wormien had misunderstood her intentions.

But to her, that didn't seem to matter at all. Her attention was all focused on the word "crazy". Could it be that after so many days, Madam still didn't think she was wrong?

It's obviously my wife who betrayed me, it's obviously my wife who lied to me.

Tilia frowned, and snorted a sneer subconsciously, "A victim? Ma'am, don't you and your family just regard me as a victim who can be replaced and sacrificed at will?"

Unable to conceal the anger and gnashing of teeth resentment, Tilia couldn't help stretching out her hand to dig the wall, her head felt a sudden pain as if being pricked by countless red-hot needles. Ya's sanity was torn apart.

Tilia cried, her eyes were red, as if she was looking at herself when she was seriously ill in the past, the only difference was that there was soft attachment in her eyes at that time, but now, Wormien couldn't tell if it was hatred .

His face was also too pale, that kind of whiteness was not the normal whiteness of milk, but under closer inspection, it seemed to be tinged with blue.

Wormien couldn't help looking at her for a while, and Tilia's actions undoubtedly showed a bit of concern in her eyes.

In an instant, a gleam of light emerged from Tilia's gloomy eyes, and she restrained all the fierceness around her, and approached Wormien little by little, pretending to be harmless.

"Ma'am, I'm just protecting myself. Even if you don't mean to abandon me, the rest of the Wormien family don't think the same as you do,"

Tilia's voice was low and very seductive.

Wormien was in a daze for a while, and the moment Tilia's voice fell, she almost instinctively stepped back, pulling away the distance from Tilia.

And this evasive action obviously angered Tilia, and the harmless look on her face disappeared in an instant.

Before Tilia went crazy again, Mrs. Wormien spoke out. She rubbed her forehead to hide the helplessness and exhaustion all over her body.

Confining myself to move in this room, I was forced to experience the deep, powerless shame for countless nights.shame.In the sexy bedroom, Wormien couldn't bear Tilia's closeness any longer, she took a deep breath, and restrained the idea of ​​continuing to retreat,

"Tilia, ever since you rescued the nobles, I have never thought of giving up on you. I have never regarded you as a dispensable victim. As for Philip's child, I have already explained to you Countless times, the Wormien family has always had a price."

With nearly ten years of companionship, Mrs. Wormien will take care of Tilia in every detail. If it weren't for Tilia's overly weak body, Womien would have returned the authority of the Sistine royal family to her long ago, instead of Always thinking, guarding against other plots of other people in the Wormien family.

Womien didn't know why she became like this. The children she grew up with repaid her in this way, being pressed on the couch and using a cold instrument again and again.humiliating.

Wormien clearly remembered Tilia's extremely cruel expression when she was lying on top of her. She looked down at him from top to bottom, smiling cruelly, and her whole body was trembling with excitement.

While holding her earlobe, she whispered like a devil, "Ma'am, you are wet, look, you like it too."

Tilia stretched out her crystal-stained fingers to Mrs. Wormien's eyes, admiring her forbearance and unbearableness.

Tilia stopped walking with a smile, but there was not much real smile on her face. Hearing Mrs. Wormien mentioning the events of that year, she asked back,

"Then what do you think of me? As your daughter? But no mother will be under her daughter's body. Breathe wet"

"Shut up," said Mrs. Wormien, closing her eyes abruptly, her pale lips trembling.

If she couldn't say anything, whatever her answer was, it would put her in a humiliating dilemma.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Tilia smiled self-deprecatingly. She approached step by step, and slowly touched her cheek with her fingers from her neck.

Mrs. Wormien wanted to push her away, but Tilia pushed her against the wall and suppressed her at the moment of the movement. She had to turn her head, and her elegant jawline made her neck stretch into a fragile curve.

A few oppressive voices sounded against the skin on the side of the neck, and Tilia carelessly rubbed against the messy marks left by her on Wormien's neck, complaining faintly,

"Ma'am, I won't trust you anymore. You fed me the medicine last time."

The dampness spread from the back of the neck, and Wormien's thin eyelids trembled. When Tilia was seriously ill last time, someone added other things to the medicine Tilia drank to make her body collapsed overnight.

After a thorough investigation, it was found that that person was the bodyguard who was highly valued by Mrs. Wormien.

Perhaps starting from this incident, General Tilia no longer trusted herself.

Mrs. Wormien's body trembled slightly, her lips parted, she didn't know how to explain it, or maybe she didn't need to explain it at all.

At the moment when Mrs. Wormien opened her lips, Tilia pressed her body against Maybe, hugged the tenderness that was close at hand, sucked the kiss, and entangled it over and over again.

Panting with some pain.The breath escaped from Visia's lips, stirring up the cold and still air.

Taking off the eye-catching clothes one by one, Tilia's senses all over her body became excited, she felt the sudden rapid heartbeat, seemed to be expanding, seemed to be heating up, and a strong sense of excitement that could not be ignored seized her All mind.

It seems that only in this way can Tilia peep out a little love like a lover from Mrs. Wormien when the jade desire bursts.

It seemed that only in this way could Tilia find a little solace in Mrs. Wormien's disgusted eyes.

The long hair slid from the shoulders, like a long wind blowing red plum blossoms.

Mrs. Wormien's whole body was tense. She struggled in vain, but she was still slowly covered and tightened by the fine net woven by Tilia until she suffocated.

Tilia completely forgot the purpose of her visit today. She looked at Mrs. Wormien's fragile shoulder blades that were constantly rising and falling like cicada's wings, and showed an almost perverted smile.

Their bodies fit together without the slightest gap, and Tilia felt Mrs. Wormien's slight trembling, her sense of loss of body, and her inability to restrain herself.

This indescribable feeling made Tilia addicted. When she took out a smooth conical object, Mrs. Wormien visibly flinched. She lay softly on one side, with pleading eyes in her eyes Means, "Tilia, I'm really tired."