Queen and Her Duke

The clear alabaster pattern extends to the distance along the smooth stone slab under the feet, and the patterns carved on it are scattered and scattered in the sunlight.

This is the Royal Court Square in front of the Royal Court of Golan. Looking up from a distance, it is integrated with the magnificent and solemn Wehminte Royal Court.

Tilia tilted her head in the direction of Wormien, and said with a low smile, "Ma'am, it's even more magnificent than I imagined."

Wormien habitually looked at Tilia, her rosy cheeks made her look healthier, and there was a relaxed smile that she hadn't seen for a long time.

Seeing this, Wormien also smiled, and turned his gaze to the royal court not far away.

Royal Court of Golan - Wilhelmint Castle.

The exterior is a vertical and horizontal multi-column structure. The vertical lines and the tall white stone walls make the whole building magnificent and mysterious without losing the beauty of the exquisite structure.

On the west side of the royal court is the slowly flowing Thame River. You can see the passing sailboats and the whole view of Brunz, the royal city of Golan on the other side of the river.

Considering the unpredictable stormy weather in the past few days at sea and Tilia's body that cannot continue to withstand the wind and waves, Wormien suggested gently,

"If Your Majesty likes it, we can stay here for a while longer,"

Tilia would not usually refuse Wormien's request.

She nodded very quickly, and it was not difficult for people to see her slightly excited mood.

Tilia had never stepped out of the Sistine half a step before, and what was recorded in the book and described in his mouth showed an intuitive impression in her eyes for the first time.

Mrs. Wormien kept watching Tilia with a slight smile, and silently condoned Tilia's seemingly disrespectful behavior.

The intimate interaction between the two caught everyone's eyes, and under the respectful faces were different thoughts.

Before dawn, Visia, a group of noble ministers, and the mission led by Tadein began to wash up early, changed into Chinese clothes, and waited at the gate of the royal court.

Quietly waiting for the mission to approach, Visia greeted warmly while maintaining an elegant manner, "My dear friends, welcome to Golan,"

The ministers behind them all knelt when Vicia's voice fell, "Welcome, Queen Sistine,"

Tilia bowed slightly, she walked up to Visia with light steps under everyone's surprised eyes, then took Visia's hand and sighed,

"Your Majesty Vicia, the storm at sea made me terrified, but the beauty of the Golan quickly made me forget my fear. Have you ever tried to watch the fireworks in Port Royal? It would be a pity if you missed it the scenery,"

Port Royal, the place where Vicia was assassinated not long ago.

Weakness and innocence are Visia's first impression of Tilia. Perhaps because of her illness, Tilia's figure looks too slender, with slightly lower cheekbones and deer-like pure eyes, making her look like A child who has not yet grown up in favor.

rather than a monarch.

But she just mentioned Port Royal, was it unintentional?

The unrevealed gaze stayed on Wormien for a short while, Visia took Tilia's hand, and led her to the royal court,

"Perhaps you can walk around the highest battlement of the castle tonight, and I promise it will not be inferior to what you saw in Port Royal,"

"really?"

"..."

His Majesty Tilia, who came from afar, seemed to be in high spirits, pulling Visia along the way and talking non-stop.

Most of the time Visia smiled and remained silent, acting as a qualified listener.

After the polite and official blessings and greetings, Visia bid farewell at the right time,

"Although I'm sorry, please allow me to talk to you again at the dinner tonight,"

"my pleasure,"

Tilia and his party were arranged to live in the Junpton Palace at the innermost side of the castle. When you open the window, you can see a blue lake quietly located in the forest.

The remaining Minister of the Palace, Hunston, quickly arranged the residence of everyone in the mission, and left wisely after Tilia made it clear that he would not continue to visit the castle.

After everyone in Golan left, Tilia couldn't bear it any longer, and fell softly into Wormien's arms, coughing heavily.

Tadein, who had been watching quietly by the side, closed the door carefully after seeing that everyone in Golan had left.

Looking at the weak Tilia, disdain flashed in his eyes, and before Wormien noticed, he quickly changed to a respectful expression.

"Duchess of Vermeen, the Queen of Golan has no intention of getting married. Not only did she play tricks on us, but she also used conspiracy to take the life of the Knight of Livorna,"

Tadine gritted his teeth, and it was not difficult to hear the hatred for Visia in his sharp voice,

Seeing that Wormien's face was flat and seemed unmoved, he was a little flustered, and continued,

"Queen Golan is a despicable person who is very good at manipulating people's hearts. Just like the friendly enthusiasm she showed today, it is more likely to buy time for her conspiracy,"

Wormien ignored him completely.

She patted Tilia's back lightly, and handed warm water, and when she wanted to make Tilia more comfortable, she suddenly stopped,

Realizing that Tadein was still there, Vormien pursed his lips in surprise, "Your Excellency Tadein, isn't the death of the Rivorna Knight due to your arrogance and arrogance?"

Wormien went to the window as he spoke and opened it fully to let in the fresh air.

And during the whole process, she didn't even get a glimpse of Tadine from the corner of her eye.

Total disregard.

And Tilia leaned her head back on the chair, slightly closed her eyes, and seemed to have no intention of talking to Tadein at all.

"Duchess, I..."

"Shut up, Your Excellency, I don't want to hear any sophistry, you just need to give a fair statement of what happened during this period,"

Wormien's tone was very flat from the beginning, and no emotion could be heard, but her words made Tadein break out in a cold sweat.

After honestly telling what he knew without a single word of nonsense, Tadein stood in the middle of the room rather embarrassed.

Seeing that Wormien didn't respond to him, Tade was about to walk out of the room in despair, but was unexpectedly stopped by Wormien.

"Your Excellency Tadine, I hope you will remember that no matter what the circumstances, His Majesty Tilia is the only master of Sistine,"

"Did you tell me directly just now, did you want me to be accused of treason?"

Wormien's words were light and light, but Tadine knelt down in horror, and he couldn't even think of a reason to explain,

Fortunately, Mrs. Wormien didn't seem to care about it, she waved her hand impatiently, signaling Tadine to back down.

The moment he closed the door, he clenched the clothes on his chest, and the servant who had been waiting outside stepped forward to support him,

"Minister, did the Duchess vent her dissatisfaction with you?"

He slapped the servant on the back of the head violently, and Tadein warned sharply, "Don't talk about anything about the Duchess, even in private, watch your head!"

Tadine frowned deeply, and strode out. He couldn't figure out why Mrs. Wormien would defend that sick child so much.

The Wormien family, which owns two-thirds of the Sistine's land income, has a background that even the Pope has to fear.

It's just a sick child of a puppet, why...

Is it because the Duchess has had no children for many years, and she has taught Tilia herself for decades?

But Mrs. Vermien is only 30 years old, mature and charming, and even many young people will bow down under her skirts. Even if the Duke died of illness in his early years, it does not prevent her from remarrying and having children of her own.

Could it be that feelings beyond interests can really arise in the deep palace of princes and marquises?

Thinking of this, Tadine curled his lips in disdain, subconsciously preferring Mrs. Wormien's behavior for other purposes, and he didn't really punish himself just now.

Watching Tadein and his party walk away from the window, Wormien's expression suddenly softened.

When she turned to look at Tilia, she found that Tilia had already opened her eyes, staring at her with a smile in her eyes.

"Madam, don't worry about those powerful people, I don't care about their attitude towards me,"

Smiling helplessly, Wormien walked to Tilia's side, checked the temperature on her forehead,

"I'm not spending my time on them, but on you. How can the queen whom I personally taught, keep hiding from the wind and rain behind me?"

Putting her hands around Tilia's waist, Wormien lowered her head to untie the corset on her body. If it was not necessary, she would not let Tilia wear such a thing that made it difficult to breathe.

Wrapping her hands around Wormien's neck, Tilia rubbed Wormien's cheek affectionately, and asked back of course,

"Can't I stay behind you all the time?"

After untiing the corset, Wormien did not push Tilia away, but followed Tilia's movements and hugged her. She stroked the back of Tilia's neck affectionately,

"Your Majesty, no, one day I will grow old and die before you. At that time, I will have no way to protect you, so you must become stronger,"

The bottom of the eyes quickly flooded with water, Tilia's body visibly trembled, she suddenly bit Wormien's shoulder, and said firmly,

"No, ma'am, I will grow old and die with you, and I cannot bear you to be parted from me,"

Wormien didn't answer, she just sighed helplessly, and then broke free from Tilia's embrace.

Wiping away the tears from Tilia's face, and blocking her sight with silk, Wormien and Tilia lay on the bed together, and deliberately changed the subject, "Your Majesty, it's time for you to rest. A tedious dinner party is not a thing. easy life,"

The longer he spent with Tilia, the more Wormien became suspicious of his purpose in entering the court.

Is it just to contend with the Holy See while preserving the last vestiges of the orthodox blood of the Philip royal family?

The increasing number of indulgences, the intimacy that occupies the whole life, and the heartbeat that often loses rhythm, all seem to be announcing the answer that Wormien refuses to admit.

Through the silk and satin, Tilia could only see Wormien's graceful neckline. She moved her fingers, and her bright eyes darkened silently.

In the quiet darkness, there is a possessive desire like a raging sea.

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The author has something to say:

Tilia: No one can pretend better than me

The age difference should be fine.

下一章就能见到温琳了，她要开始搞事了！感谢在2021-09-0314：52：19～2021-09-0517：40：21期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 pen in Chang'an;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Ghostspirits; 3 bottles of Linda's little girl;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!