[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

"You look bad, Sis." Harry read the newspaper while caring about his sister, "Did you not sleep well yesterday? Are you still worried about your friends?"

Because the two of them planned to go to Northampton today, they woke up early, and there were only the two of them at the table.

"No, the matter with my friends has been settled." Francis prepared a pair of sunglasses in her bag. The concealer did not cover her dark circles completely, and she had to ask for help with sunglasses when she went out. "Academic matters. Nothing special of."

"Don't try too hard. I really doubt that you will become the first female doctor in the royal family." Harry joked.

He never felt that his younger sister who liked to read was boring, but he just hoped that she could be as free as Zara. Even if something happened, he and William were willing to share the burden for her.

"Yeah, I'm going to work on that. Sandwich? Ham and eggs? Smoked chicken with lettuce?"

"Ham and eggs," said Harry.

Francis handed him an egg and ham sandwich and poured him a glass of milk by the way.

She sat down and felt a little tired. Nolan's words yesterday undoubtedly gave Francis a heavy blow.

Psychological responses are often the most authentic.

Her shock betrayed her truest reaction.

In the past ten years or so, McCoff has played the role of an elder, teacher and friend. Compared with his father, Charles, McCoff knows her better.

Lovely?

Francis' initial impression of love is that of parents who attack each other and their respective lovers.

Even though the father declared that his true love was Camilla, his father had other lovers besides Camilla.

The beginning of love has formed a terrible word in her heart.

Even in the face of Kate, Francis' attitude towards her depends on William's love for her, and has nothing to do with Kate herself.

In the past, when William talked about his love troubles with Kate, Francis finally discovered the other side of love, the beautiful side.

But what's the use of it.

It's unbearable, depraved like a drug, and it has been deeply imprinted in her mind.

Her mother's tragic end has left her world barren.

But now she knew that she loved her mentor, her friend, as a woman loves another man.

Francis must restrain this fatal emotion, or she fears that she will not be able to face McCoff for the rest of her life.

She did not want to lose such an elder, mentor and friend.

To hell with that little feeling.

Francis took a bite of the sandwich and decided to fight Nolan as soon as he returned to the United States. Emily's persuasion was useless.

For some reason, he felt that the breath of the sister on the other side had become a little ferocious. Harry carefully took a bite of the sandwich, and obediently took a sip of the milk he didn't like very much.

After breakfast, Harry and Francis set off for Northampton.

"I think you still need to sleep for a while. It takes at least three hours to get there." Harry said after fastening his seat belt. He couldn't bear to see Francis with a decadent and tired look on his face, and brought her in front of his mother like this. Let mom mistakenly think that he didn't take good care of her.

"Okay." Francis didn't force it. In fact, she was extremely tired. Originally, she wanted to talk to Harry so that he wouldn't be so bored, but it was obvious that she had been defeated by her biological instinct.

Francis closed his eyes gently.

She fell asleep quickly, and she had a dream about her second meeting with Mycroft.

That was the first request she made to her father after her mother died, and that was to formally thank the husband that night in person.

Of course, the father agreed to the request of little Francis.

Their meeting took place in the garden of St. George's villa, a one-on-one private meeting, with afternoon tea as the opening.

The hairline of the young Mycroft Holmes has not been eye-catching yet, and his tall stature makes people ignore his figure. Although he perfectly covered his slightly protruding belly with a three-piece suit, he must not Not to mention that compared to the current McCoff, he was a little fatter when he was young.

"Please sit down sir, thank you for coming." The young princess already has the demeanor of the perfect royal etiquette, and her etiquette is so perfect that people think they are in the Victorian era.

"As a gentleman, I have no reason to refuse a lady's request." Mycroft is a perfect pretender, and he will never refuse an invitation from a royal family member, even a cub.

He had investigated the princess, and regarding her birth, Princess Diana's last attempt to save her marriage, less than two years after the birth of Princess Frances, the seemingly estranged couple finally could not bear to separate.

Francis was very autistic when she was young. Except for her mother, Princess Diana, she rarely communicated with others. She was as delicate as a doll, and she was as silent as a doll.

The efforts of her parents made her behave like an ordinary child. Francis is still the most taciturn among the royal children.

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness, Mr. Holmes." Francis nodded reservedly. Her blond curly hair hung down to her waist, and her blue eyes resembled the scenery of the Aegean Sea. "It was Robin who brought you here that day, right?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

"He was very close to my grandmother, Her Majesty. Her Majesty trusted him." Francis often stayed with her grandmother and great-grandmother, and she could often see Robin Jovren in and out of her grandmother's side. "You are from the cabinet. New member?"

"Yes, Your Highness." Mycroft had to re-evaluate the princess's sensitivity, he could even feel half of the same kind of breath on Francis.

Half of the same kind is considered a rare species in Mycroft's eyes.

At least in the first 21 years of his life, he has not been able to meet the same kind, or half the same kind, except Holmes.

While Francis' other half is still of the goldfish variety, the princess is something of an outlier in a royal family that has been inbred for more than 1000 years.

"Prime Minister Blaney..." Frances paused, she frowned, "He took advantage of my mother's death to gain the support of the people. Although I also like the title 'People's Princess'. The same he solved The crisis of the royal family, I believe he has won the trust of his grandmother. Maybe next time we meet, she will call him Tony."

"No, never," the young Mycroft vetoed.

Even Blaney Prime was keen on the opening intro 'Call Me Tony'.

The young Francis nodded: "Yes, it will never be so. Then Mr. Blaney's progress is here. To be honest, I don't like his wife. Her manners can be called Slow."

Not one to criticize a lady casually, Mycroft served the princess's afternoon tea with accompanying madeleines, which were clearly intended for him, a cake that young princesses could enjoy without incidental alcohol.

"Mr. Holmes." The chattering Princess Francis is finally ready to get to the point. She has observed that Mr. Holmes is in a happy mood after eating a few small cakes. Perhaps this is the time for her to speak, "Thank you very much for guiding my father that day. Found me. In fact, three hours earlier than I expected. You seem to..."

The young princess frowned as she searched for a word to describe this promising young gentleman: "Out of the ordinary"

Mycroft raised his eyebrows. He had to say that he was delighted by this word. He didn't run rampant in the world of goldfish like his younger brother. He was older, so he treated goldfish very restrainedly. , using everything available, but it has been a long time since he was praised so bluntly.

"Thank you for your compliment, Your Highness."

"That's why I arranged this meeting." Francis said frankly, her voice was very immature, her face was shaped like an apple, "My father, although there are too many places that can be criticized morally , but here he has been working hard to be a good father who cares for his daughter. But with all due respect, he really can’t give me better guidance. He is different from me, and I am different from them.”

"What would you like me to do for you, Your Highness?"

The young princess stood up. She was shorter than the sitting McCoff. McCoff still chose to sit. He had already guessed the reason why the princess had this meeting.

"Mr. Holmes, will you serve the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland? Always and forever?" The young princess asked the young gentleman now wearing a black tutu in St. George's Garden.

"Yes, my lord."

"Mr. Holmes, regardless of party, are you willing to defend Queen Elizabeth II?"

"Yes, my lord."

The cunning princess never mentioned the rest of the royal family, and a queen is enough to represent the British royal family.Mycroft thought with interest.

"Mr. Holmes, are you willing to do your best to help me, Princess Francis of Wales, survive in this cruel world?"

Mycroft knelt on one knee and kissed the childish young princess's hand, his eyes were the stars and the sea.

"You are my Highness forever"

Francis now recalled that scene at the beginning, and she understood that it was not she who chose Holmes Mycroft, but Mycroft chose her, Her Royal Highness Princess Francis of Wales.

The author has something to say: at the end of the writing, it feels like writing the princess and the knight.