Queen and Her Duke

The architectural style of the Sistine Palace is deeply influenced by the Holy Court. It likes magnificent decorations and carvings, with strong colors. Oval domes and curved corridors can be seen everywhere.

The glass windows inlaid on the stone wall also follow the style of the Holy Court, and are installed very high, causing the light in the room to appear as if it is covered with a layer of gray shadow even in daylight.

Tilia sat on the throne casually, playing with the king's staff, and underneath was the trembling clerk.

Everyone in the world thought the Queen was a weak and sick child. No one would have thought that within a few days she would take all the power of the Vormien family into her pocket.

The matter of Bishop Gedin was also revealed. The current capital, Madrid, is still blocked by believers, and the Holy Court is even more troubled, and has no time to care about what the queen has done during this time.

If it wasn't for the fact that everything has gone through his own hands, the clerk would never have linked all of this with the Queen.

She looked so pale and thin, as if an easy bump could break her into pieces.

But now the clerk doesn't dare to think that way anymore, at this time the Queen's face was flushed abnormally, she threw down the letter she had prepared a long time ago,

"Send it to Golan, don't let the people of the Holy Court notice, you know what to do."

As if a poisonous snake spit out a blood-red letter, the cold sweat on the clerk's forehead slipped off, trembling, he picked up the letter, and quickly withdrew.

The queen went mad again, and her eyes became scarlet, revealing the color of madness and violence.

Thinking of Mrs. Wormien being taken away that day, and the scene of countless guards dying in the square, the clerk didn't dare to think about it any further, and hurried out of the palace.

Resting her forehead with her hand for a moment, Tilia got up and dragged her long royal robe and walked towards the back of the hall.

After passing through several dark corridors, she pushed open the door, and Mrs. Wormien's frail and messy figure came into her eyes, giving her the most intuitive visual impact.

The woman was facing Tilia with her back, wearing only a close-fitting silk dress, and the outline of two thin butterfly bones under the dress could be vaguely seen.

Although it is winter, the house does not know how to use it. It is very warm and does not make people feel cold.

After closing the door, Tilia took off her royal robe and put on a close-fitting loose burqa, and walked slowly towards the woman.

"Mrs. Wormien," Tilia whispered, her voice as innocent as ever.

Listening to it now, Mrs. Wormien only felt irony. She pulled her stiff chin, and her hair was wet with thin sweat, like bound vines wrapped around her shoulder blades, spreading towards the shadow that confuses people's imagination.

Tilia looked up, and the woman in front of her was broken and fragile, like a withered flower falling from a branch, which gave her an unparalleled sense of satisfaction.

The eyes turned darker and darker, and Tilia's lips evoked a morbidly satisfied smile.

The former Mrs. Wormien was like an elegant handicraft. She tried her best to disguise herself for more than ten years, pretending to be the obedient and obedient woman she liked.

In fact, I can still pretend to be it. Thinking of this, Tilia suddenly gave a light snort, and moved her hand along the cold chain hanging on one side, and stroked her chin with her fingers.

Turning it around again and again, not lightly, "Ma'am, I can always be obedient, why are you not obedient?"

"Tilia, let me go," Wormien tried to restrain his hoarseness, gnashing his teeth, trying to negotiate with Tilia.

In an instant, the delicate and fair skin was scratched with blood lines by the sharp nails under Tilia's fingertips. Mrs. Wormien shrank inward subconsciously in pain.

"Madam, be imprisoned by my side, or die, no, without my permission, you can't even die."

Wormien's evasive action was more like poking Tilia's unconcealable pain. She suddenly became irritable, and the barely suppressed anger burst out in an instant.

My brain seems to be being pricked by thousands of tiny needles, which is painful and uncomfortable, followed by a feeling of dryness and thirst.

In a daze, Tilia stood up and walked to the wall, hitting the wall with her head one after another.

The sound of muffled pain was loud, and after a short while, a mass of blood smeared on her forehead.

Mrs. Wormien was unmoved at first, but Tilia seemed to be really determined to kill her. The muffled impact sound became louder and louder, and Wormien couldn't help turning around and half sitting up. hold on.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Falling on the collapsed floor, Tilia was in a trance for a moment, but after seeing Wormien's current appearance clearly, she woke up instantly.

With sinister eyes and hysterical paranoia, she tightly grasped Wormien's wrist and pulled him towards her until there was no gap.

The lips lightly pressed against Mrs. Wormien's ear, like an intimate scratching, and more like a cold questioning.

"Ma'am, why did you place your bet on Philip? What am I doing better than that idiot?"

"Tilia, the truth is not what you think." Mrs. Wormien fell back weakly, her voice was hoarse after being tortured for days.

"Ma'am, tell me, what is the truth? You raised Philip's child in the dark, and took care of him just as you did me. Are you going to take the throne under me once he grows up?" and give him?"

The speed of speech became faster and faster, and the tone of voice became more and more anxious. Tilia pushed the woman into a corner, with an expression that seemed to swallow her up in the next moment.

Wormien turned her head away, the double physical and mental torture made her not know how to explain it, she weakly supported the inner wall, and said after a while,

"Tilia, the Vormien family is only driven by profit. It has always been a family practice to cultivate multiple heirs. Philip's children will not threaten you."

It was this rhetoric again, Tilia's face was half hidden in the firelight, the coldness of the corners of her lips pierced into the bone marrow,

"So ma'am, I'm just one of your many choices?"

Exhausted physically and mentally, Wormien's thin and white eyelids jumped violently, and Tilia suddenly went wild.

The drastic change of birth made it difficult for her to resist.

Leaning against the cold wall, Wormien fell into a brief silence.

When Wormien didn't speak, Tilia took her as her acquiescence, and looked at the suspicious water marks dragged from under Wormien, and sneered coldly.

Then Tilia slowly approached, slowly lost control, and slowly tore up the remaining sanity.

"Ma'am, it doesn't matter. I killed that child myself, and you can only belong to me."

With astonishing possessiveness in his eyes, Tilia approached slowly.

The entire chest was tightened and compressed sharply. Tilia put her fingers between Wormien's lips and said with a light smile,

"Madam, you will stay here every day from now on, and I will come to accompany you every day. You belong to me alone, and I belong to you alone."

The frivolous and humiliating words made Wormien feel humiliated and heartbroken. The child she watched grow up would humiliate her so much one day. Wormien struggled to stay away from Tilia.

"Tilia, do you know what you're talking about? Who am I?"

Appreciating Wormien's struggle, Tilia showed an indifferent expression, and said fiercely,

"Ma'am, that doesn't matter anymore, you can only stay here now,"

Under Wormien's still disbelieving and embarrassing eyes, Tilia bent down and covered her lips.

Wormien still can't understand why he fell into the current situation, obviously Tilia is such a well-behaved and weak child.

For more than ten years, she stood in front of Tilia, planning for her, thinking about her, and dealing with her. She has no children of her own, and has always regarded Tilia as her own child.

But why...

Disappointed, embarrassed, sad...

Many emotions changed on Mrs. Wormien's face. There were already small fine lines at the end of her eyes, and the water had soaked into her hair, adding a bit of the taste of time.

Tilia's gaze was glued to Wormien's body, watching her tremble, watching her bewildered, watching her be ashamed and indignant...

Wiping away the water from the end of Wormien's eyes, Tilia laughed inexplicably.

She didn't regret it at all, not for a moment.

Obviously it was Madam who made the mistake first, and it was Madam who betrayed first, Tilia murmured in her heart.

Pressing Wormien's hands that wanted to resist more to the top of his head, he felt the smoothness and delicacy of ironing on his palms.

"Madam, you have to admit that you like it."

These words made Wormien extremely embarrassed, she raised her hand and slapped Tilia's face in surprise and anger, struggling to get out of her clamp.Get out of the system.

Difficult to find a trace of calmness and reason, Wormien compromised,

"Tilia, you are not an opponent of the Holy Court. If you trap me here, you will not get the true allegiance of the Wormien family. Let me out, and I will help you get what you want."

Now that Philip's illegitimate son was dead, Tilia was the only option for the Wormiens.

Putting aside the painstaking efforts spent on Tilia for so many years, Wormien will choose to continue to stand behind Tilia only from the interests of the family.

"Oh, then I want Madam, is Madam willing?"

Tilia's burning gaze fixed on Wormien, not letting go of any slight expression on her face.

"Tilla, don't say such things in the future." Not wanting to anger Tilia, Wormien tried his best to make his tone as gentle as possible. Facing Tilia who was completely unreasonable and ignored him, Wormien lowered his posture to appease her.

Tilia didn't appreciate it, she took a few breaths, then smiled dismissively,

"Madam, how do you know that I can't beat the Holy Court? Your conclusion is too early."

Thinking of the news from Golan, the smile on Tilia's face became even wider, revealing a stubborn madness.

All the exhortations were in vain, Wormien found sadly that his will gradually fell apart, and he succumbed to Tilia.

Tears fell, and Mrs. Wormien looked at the bed curtain above her head in a daze, unable to sleep all night.

Tilia's body is very thin and weak, it's hard to imagine such amazing strength hidden in her body.

The light outside the window changed from bright to dark, and Tilia seemed tireless. She didn't withdraw her hand until Wormien begged her.

Since the last time I went to Golan to see Wen Lin, Tilia's physical condition began to improve step by step, but she was still very weak.

At this time, her face was as intensely red as sunset glow, which made her originally pale face look a bit bloody.

She fell beside Mrs. Wormien, holding her in her arms from behind in a neck-to-neck position.

Without any more strength, Wormien closed his eyes tiredly, no matter how Tilia moved, he couldn't give any response.

After confirming that Mrs. Womien had completely passed out, Tilia couldn't hold back any longer, and rushed to the edge of the bed in a hurry, coughing earth-shatteringly, and a faint line of blood slid down the corner of her lips.

After getting dressed and fetching water, Tilia wiped Wormien carefully. After doing everything, she stared at her blankly and said suddenly,

"Ma'am, you have to be good, I don't have much time."