[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

Francis woke up under a bright light, and she slowly opened her blue eyes, the slender eyelashes like a butterfly about to take flight.

What catches the eye is the blue sky.

She supported her body, feeling a soft tingling sensation from her palms, she looked at her palms and found that she was sleeping on the lawn, and she was not wearing a dark green dress, but a white chiffon dress.

She stood up from the lawn, only to find that she was barefoot, which made her frown slightly, and she looked around, she was in a vast forest.

Why is she here?

Francis frowned.

She remembers jumping into the Atlantic Ocean to find Atlantis.

This is her last memory.

Wait, she vaguely remembered that someone was talking to her, but that person was too far away from her, and she couldn't hear what she was saying clearly.

"Francie." A familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded behind her.

There was only one person in the world who called her Francie.

Francis turned around excitedly, she saw the brilliant blond hair and the pair of blue eyes, a smile appeared on her face, tears filled her eyes, and she ran towards her direction.

"Mom," Francis called.

She threw herself into her arms like a child.

Diana was still the beautiful face when she was young. She hugged her child with her gentle hands and kissed Francis' hair. She said: "I miss yousomuch (I miss you very much) dear Francie."

"I love you too, and I miss you so much." Francis choked up, hugging her mother tightly, crying with her face buried in her arms.

Diana patted Francis on the back tenderly, soothing all her uneasiness and sadness with a soft voice: "France, you have been a magical girl since you were a child. It is not your fault that this happened. I broke up with your father Marriage, my death, it's not your fault. You're too young, you, Will, and Harry, you're all kids. I only wished you were living in an ivory tower. It's just that I didn't think, your I broke the ivory tower with my own hands."

"It's not your fault, Mom." Francis looked up from her mother's arms. Her eyes were red and tears were on her face. "You are just an innocent victim."

"Dodi too, poor man." Diana wiped the tears from her daughter's face, and she smiled with a touching brilliance on her face, "My dear, you will never know how much your presence has brought to my life." Big surprise. My only regret is not being able to grow up with you and Will and Harry."

"Now we look like a pair of sisters." Francis said with a smile.

Diana scratched her nose. "Yeah, time has stopped on me, my little rascal."

She walked in the forest with her daughter in her arms, and the sunlight occasionally cast dappled spots on the ground through the tall cedar trees.

"This place is beautiful, Mom. This is God's territory." Francis asked, putting his arms around Diana's waist and leaning on her shoulder.

"No, baby, this is not God's territory. This is your place." Diana stroked her daughter's soft golden hair, and her blue eyes were as gentle as water.

Francis looked at her mother with a puzzled frown: "Mom, what does this mean?"

"Baby, don't forget that only the dead can become God's residents." Diana said seriously, holding her daughter's hand.

And Francis felt dizzy for a while, she felt the world was spinning, and Diana's face was twisted in front of her.

"It's been three days, why is Your Highness still awake?" Mycroft asked Francis' attending doctor, Woolrich.

"The human brain is a miraculous thing, Mr. Holmes. Your Highness's vital signs have stabilized, and we have done everything we should do." Dr. Woolrich looked at the intensive care unit through the cold glass Francis said, "The next step is up to His Highness himself. His Highness's will to survive is not strong, Mr. Holmes. When will he wake up? It is unknown."

"It's very likely that she will become a vegetable?" Mycroft asked with dark eyebrows.

"No, all the tests are fine. The only reason is that His Highness is unwilling to wake up." Dr. Woolrich sighed, "I think that organization, is Seth right? They must have caused His Highness mental damage. I have done everything we can, Mr Holmes."

"Thank you, Mr. Woolrich." Mycroft shook his hand, and Dr. Woolrich left first, and he had other patients.

McCoff stood alone outside the intensive care unit, his deep green eyes looked at the blonde girl who looked like a Sleeping Beauty inside, and his pupils sank slightly.

Francis woke up in a daze, and Diana's face came into view, and she felt suddenly relieved.

Diana looked at her with a slight smile, and touched her sweaty face: "My dear, you have been the kind of stubborn and troublesome child since you were a child."

Francis smiled breathlessly: "I know. Mom. I just don't want to leave you. You are my world."

Diana hugged Francis who was sitting up: "France, I know. You are also my bondage in this world. I know that after I am gone, you will wet your pillow every night and become helpless. Controlling your grief, you jumped from the attic and broke Ed's hand bone, luckily his wedding was the following year."

Francis laughed thinking about it, especially when Edward saw her afterwards and said, "Hey, Kid, you owe me a pair of perfect arms."

Diana's blue eyes looked into Francis's, and she smiled and said, "Francie, do you know why your name is Francis?"

"Because my grandmother's first name and your middle name is Francis, and my godmother Sarah, her middle name is also Francis," Francis said.

"That's just a small part of it," said Diana, smiling in her blue eyes, "because of your name, which I sat down with your father to think of, and which he was going to take after Charlotte. The female form of his name, and he likes the name Flora very much, and he hopes you are a princess more beautiful than Flora."

"Then why is my name Francis Alexandra Victoria." Francis asked his mother with a smile, "not Charlotte, Flora..."

"And Margaret, Elizabeth, Isabella, Caterina... He thought of all the queen's names, but he didn't think of Juana, probably because her ending was not very good." Diana said with a smile, This was almost the last warmth between her and Charles, "Then I proposed Francis, which is my mother's name. I told him that Francis means a free person. Both your father and I hope that you will not be fooled by your identity." Imprisoned. Alexandra is your grandmother's middle name, which is a good name, dear. And Victoria is in honor of Queen Victoria, who founded the British Empire, and in the hope that your life will be successful all the way. Your name contains all my wishes and your father's wishes, Francie."

"Father never told me that."

Diana took Francis through the forest to a small river, about 50 meters wide, with a single-plank bridge in the middle.

She held her daughter's hands and said, "Dear Francie, you know I will always love you, don't you?"

"I will always love you too." Francis felt something was wrong, she frowned, "Mom, why do you say that, it sounds like you are saying goodbye."

"I'm saying goodbye to you, Francie." As soon as Diana finished speaking, Francis grabbed her hand firmly, and she smiled knowingly, her Francie was still as stubborn as she was when she was a child.

"No, no, I'm not leaving you. I found you so hard, Mom." Francis said anxiously, grabbing her hand.

"Hey, honey. I've never left you, I've always been in your heart." Diana kissed Francis on the forehead, just like before, "Francis, you haven't arrived yet. That world There are still people you miss."

"No, no, Mom, I've only cared about you in my life." Francis defended herself, tears rolling down her blue pupils, "Don't leave me, Mom. Don't drive me away, I won't know where to go."

Diana gently stroked Francis' cheek, and her blue eyes were full of stars: "Francis, my dear. Sometimes you have to ask your own heart, there is really no one you miss in the world over there Have you? Ask your heart, Francie."

Francis was about to answer 'no' when a tall figure appeared in her mind, always dressed in a decent three-piece suit, with a black umbrella hanging from the crook of his arm, with a frosty expression on his face, but those green The eye has the sea of ​​stars that encompasses the world.

Mycroft Holmes.

Smiling at her daughter, Diana pointed to the bridge and said, "Just cross this bridge and you'll be back in your own world."

"Mother……"

"Honey, I'm not going there either, I'll always be here waiting for you. I can't be gray-haired with a person, but I hope my daughter can. When you are gray-haired, you come to me, you are still It's my littlegirl. Where's he waiting for you, Francie. You should go."

Francis looked in the direction pointed by his mother, and at the other end of the single-plank bridge stood the man in a three-piece suit. He was a gentleman standing there without saying a word, looking at her with green eyes, gentle and focused, as if Awaiting her decision.

Diana led her to stand at this end of the bridge, and she encouraged Francis, kissing her on the cheek: "France, be brave."

"Mom." Francis still held his mother's hand.

"It's time to make a choice, Francie. I'll always love you," Diana said softly. "Go, baby."

Francis wanted to say something else, but a low whisper came from the other side of the sky.

"Stay with me, Alex, stay with me."

There is only one person in this world who will call her Eric.

Francis turned to look at the man across the bridge, who was smiling at him.

She slowly let go of her mother's hand, and she looked at her mother deeply: "You will always wait for me, right, mother?"

"Yes, Francie dear." Diana smiled at her daughter.

Francis took her steps and walked towards the other side of the bridge. She looked back at her mother, who had been standing behind her, looking at her tenderly.

She finally plucked up the courage to run towards the world where cruelty and love coexist.

He ran towards Mycroft.

The author has something to say: don’t worry step by step, can you see where the sweetness is?