[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

The rough cold wind blew relentlessly, and the hem of Isabella's long knitted dress fluttered with the wind, and even the flowers in front of Sherlock's "tombstone" couldn't straighten up .

Isabella pursed her lips tightly, she should thank the biting wind for making her brain suddenly clear.

Sherlock walked quickly, and she thought she understood what Sherlock meant.

The distance from the cemetery to Pall Mall was not that close, and when she drove back to London, the first street lights had just come on.There is a pale white crescent moon on the horizon in the distance, vaguely overlapping with the bustling London landmark screen.

Isabella has never felt her heart be so peaceful as it is now.

The familiar lamp on Pall Mall turned on once before she came home, as if waiting for her on purpose.

Opening the door and going upstairs, Isabella's movements were very normal, without even a trace of hesitation, she hung up her coat, and saw McCoff was sitting at the head of the dining room facing her, his hands forming a pyramid shape, against the lips.

From the time she entered the entrance, Mycroft's eyes never left her body. The man's condensed and heavy face was like a dark cloud. His sharp eyes analyzed the expression on Isabella's face little by little. My movements were all captured by Mycroft, and he analyzed her emotions at the moment in his thinking palace.

Isabella looked up at McCoff, neither of them spoke first, the silence spread in the air, and finally she asked nonchalantly: "I seem to be leaving get off work earlier than usual today."

"Hmm." Mycroft said softly, his eyes still not letting go of any subtle expression on her face.

"What?" Isabella walked towards him in confusion, "You seem to be preoccupied."

"..."

Isabella pulled away the chair opposite him and sat down. She imitated him and crossed her hands on her chin. She smiled slightly, and she blinked slyly: "I know what you're thinking."

At this point, Mycroft's tense nerves finally relaxed. Isabella's performance did not seem to be what he worried about. At least their relationship did not have an irreparable rift because of his mistake. .

"I thought you weren't coming back tonight," he whispered.

"...Because of what? What did John say?" Isabella raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Since you think I will be angry because of this... you will never set foot on Pall Mall again, then today Why do you insist on waiting here late? If I don't come back, are you going to wait all night?"

"My brain tells me so, but I still want to wait for that tiny possibility—" In McCoff's eyes, Isabella saw a gleam of joy, "It turns out that my choice is correct. "

"You are so sure..."

"Sherlock told you something, didn't he?" Mycroft went on.

"Yes, if it wasn't for Sherlock, I probably wouldn't forgive you, at least not tonight," Isabella admitted bluntly, "You let John take care of your brother, but at the same time, you personally The leak of Sherlock gave Moriarty an opportunity."

"I do not deny……"

Interrupting McCoff's explanation, Isabella went on to say: "Sherlock said at least he is fine now, I think this is actually enough, this is already the most perfect chess game you two can play, Didn't it? Solved Moriarty and protected Sherlock at the same time. At least it ended well."

"I'm glad you think so," Mycroft sighed, he couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad. "There are too many people who can't understand my decision."

"If they know that Sherlock is still alive like me, they might be able to understand you." Isabella shrugged.

"But no, they can't know," Mycroft shook his head, "I will help John find the best psychiatrist in Britain."

"You and I both know that what he needs most is not a psychiatrist."

"Yes, but so what?" Mycroft said meaningfully.

Isabella didn't answer, she stood up silently and walked towards the window, when the light rain began to fall outside the window, she looked at the dark night outside the window, and said to herself: "Actually, I once thought, if Moriarty is interested in my words, will you tell him about me?"

Mycroft's heart sank, this was the fundamental reason why he was so worried today. His rationality told him that he would definitely do this for the sake of the British Empire, but his emotions forced him to avoid it.He thought that the two smart people pretended not to know, and no one would mention this matter, but Isabella's blunt words still tore through the illusion of calm.

"..." His throat tightened slightly, but he didn't know what to say.

"I want to hear the truth, Myc." Isabella turned around with her usual expression.

Mycroft closed his eyes, and after a while he said slowly, "Yes."

Upon hearing this answer, Isabella nodded calmly and said, "I think so."

"But I will do my best to turn things around, just like Sherlock did this time."

"I know, but if it is to protect the British Empire, I will be willing," Isabella smiled self-deprecatingly, "Obviously I hated the royal family very much before, so I should bear whatever title I got. What kind of responsibility should I take. Just for this, grandma should give me a reward."

"What reward do you want?" Mycroft also stood up at some point, standing behind Isabella.

"Well, can you allow the two of us?" She said half-jokingly.

"Your Majesty will agree." Mycroft said firmly.

"...what did you do?" Isabella caught the meaning of his words, "the weeks I was away?"

McCoff didn't say any more, he looked down at the vibrating cell phone, frowned slightly, thought for a moment, said "Sorry", and strode towards the study.

Isabella pursed her lips, and looked out of the window again. Pall Mall Street was very quiet, only the rustling sound of drizzle hitting the glass was heard. She opened a window, and the air-conditioning rushed in.

At the same time, on the far side of the ocean, an unnumbered private jet landed low-key at the long-abandoned airport. The man who got off the elevator lowered his hat, and behind him was the dark helicopter that almost merged with the thick night. There was a huge roar, and the propellers rotated at a high speed. The man turned his back to the plane with its wings outstretched, and raised his thin and sharp jaw slightly.

……

Isabella vaguely knew that McCoff might have settled the royal family, but she didn't expect this matter to be resolved so easily.

Early the next morning, she followed McCoff into his little black car with a suspicious look, and the car drove all the way to Buckingham Palace, which she was most familiar with.

Even when getting out of the car, Mycroft no longer tried to hide it, but got out of the car first, and opened the car door for her in a gentlemanly manner.

While taking his arm, Isabella gave him a strange look and asked silently.It's a pity that McCoff still kept his mouth shut, and only gave her a comforting smile.

It was still the drawing room from last time, Her Majesty the Queen was waiting for her granddaughter early.Isabella straightened the curve of her skirt, and saluted Her Majesty the Queen respectfully. Her Royal Highness, who had always been naughty, suddenly became so formal, and the Queen narrowed her eyes imperceptibly.

"How was your trip to Spain? Are you happy?" The queen asked kindly, like a grandmother from an ordinary family.

"Well, it's good, but I still prefer London, you know." Isabella slowly sat down and said with a smile.

"I also loved the beaches and the sun in Madrid when I was younger," the queen recalled, "and they were beautiful."

"That's true, but I didn't pay much attention to these..."

"Yeah, you're all about England," Her Majesty suddenly smiled meaningfully, "don't you?"

"..."

The queen meant something, of course Isabella could hear it.

"Mycroft should have told you," the queen lowered her voice, and Isabella stared at her intently with a serious expression. "The royal family has agreed with you and Mr. McCoff Holmes."

Isabella's heart skipped a beat. She wanted to make herself look less concerned, but she couldn't restrain herself at all. She curled the corners of her lips, and she didn't forget to ask, "Can I ask, grandma?" , Mycroft, what did he say?"

To allow the royal family to let go of their worries about the "restoration", McCoff must have done something.

The queen was silent for a while, and said with emotion: "Many... Being able to do that shows that he has been planning this matter for a long time. To be honest, I didn't believe in a politician's promise at the beginning, but after the follow-up I saw everything he did, and it made me feel at ease."

"..."

"But I have another request. In order to prevent the public from having a negative view of the royal family...so I need to wrong you. On necessary external occasions, you can not be so intimate." , "It will only be declared to the outside world that you are a political marriage."

"A... Princess LES married to a politician?" Isabella was stunned, and she burst out laughing, "It sounds like this combination is not very happy, but when it comes to a political marriage, wouldn't the public be more panicked? ?"

"It's just a way of saying, the more alienated you are, the less people will worry about it," the Queen explained, "Of course, it's more of a direct and low-key handling, and the news won't be so well informed."

"I see, anyway, thank you very much," Isabella suddenly sat up straight solemnly, and said sincerely, "Thank you."

"Isa, I have been watching you grow up, and I hope you will be happy the most," the Queen said lovingly, "By the way, I have prepared a gift for you, you should like it."

Saying so, the maid brought up a silver tray. In the center of the tray lay a dazzling pearl-encrusted crown. The crown was entirely made of silver, and the top was decorated with large-carat diamonds. The large number of white pearls still glow with a soft and light glow, just like the gentle moonlight in the night sky.

Isabella recognized it at a glance. It was the crown her mother once wore—the famous Pearl Tears Crown.

She lowered her eyes with a lonely expression, as if touching the past, the queen sighed when she saw this, and explained: "I have been keeping it, and I only hope that one day I can pass it on to you. No matter what you think of it, it is after all The crown your mother used to wear."

"Yes, I understand, thank you."

Say a few more innocuous and homely words, and this conversation will come to an end. The Queen looked at the back of Isabella's departure, as if she was talking to the maid serving by her side, and she seemed to be talking to herself: "Like Isa, Matilda, and Beatrice... more than anyone, I wish them a happy marriage, don't I?"

The maid on the side lowered her head, not daring to speak, just listening silently, and a sigh came from the room after a while.

Walking out of the living room, Mycroft was still standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, waiting for her, with a smile on his lips, the successive rainy days in London finally cleared up, although the weather still had the harshness of early winter, but the sunshine was so warm, The golden awn is softly attached to his straight black three-piece suit like a brocade, and the rumored "Iceman"'s cold and ruthless thick ice shell shows signs of melting.

Isabella was dazzled by the sunlight, and in a trance, she saw Mycroft walking towards her against the light, and said with a smile, "Is everything settled?"

"Yes, everything is settled," Isabella thought that the struggle with the royal family would last for a long time, and she was ready for a protracted battle. Suddenly, the good news came so easily, and she still felt like It was a dream, "What did you tell grandma? What did you do?"

"I don't think you'd be interested in knowing," Mycroft smiled and changed the subject. He looked down at the crown in Isabella's hand and asked, "Pearl tears?"

"Yes," Isabella rubbed the pearl's warm surface, she was slightly mocking, "In 1825, King Otto of Greece ordered a crown for his wife Amalia, but it was a pity that the king suffered from severe mental illness not long after. , leaving only the queen who washes her face with tears all day long. It also got a sad name-pearl tears. Back then, my mother used to wear it, so it was hard to escape the unhappy marriage. This is like a curse, isn’t it ?"

"In any case, the crown who got the cursed name because of the master's misfortune is innocent," Mycroft said slowly, "it is the man who caused all the misfortunes, not the crown."

"You're right, it's just an excuse people make for their own mistakes," said Isabella, "but I shouldn't wear it, let it sleep forever."

"If you are because of me..."

Isabella shook her head and interrupted him, "No, I just think that now is enough, you don't want to be bound by meaningless relationships, coincidentally, I think so too, as for the future, I'll talk about it later. "

They refer to "marriage" by "crown", and both sides can hear the deep meaning in each other's words.

Perhaps this is the best ending for Mr. British Government, who has always said that "emotions are useless", and Her Royal Highness, who has had a psychological shadow on marriage since childhood.

Just the right distance, the love of two rational and wise people.

Free and romantic relationship without the constraints of marriage.

The story between the British government and the British princess continues in London. Although there have been no vows and promises, both of them understand that this is a love without an end.

Love is blind, but also sincere.

The author has something to say:

It's over! It's over! ! !I feel that such a free relationship is the most suitable for them~Maybe Mai Ge and Isa will choose to get married later~

这篇真的到此完结啦，感谢一路蹲在坑里的姐妹们支持！！可能还会有一两篇番外qwq然后初步打算写一篇莫里亚蒂衍生，应该是短篇，然后再写小夏的衍生！这个估计会长一点，可能需要时间去构思，当然隔壁hp也会更的（鞠躬。感谢在2021-10-2123:45:23~2021-11-0920:03:58期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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