[Fate] queen

Chapter 7

"Your Highness, do you still like this room?"

"It feels... not much different from what I imagined."

The style of this bedroom is simple and elegant, and a series of facilities inside are arranged so strangely that Guinevere feels like walking into her own room in a trance.The thick curtain hanging from the top of the wall is loosely tied to the four bed frame posts, a large carpet at the foot of the bed is embroidered with exquisite and complicated patterns, and the two wardrobes standing side by side take up a lot of space. The flowers are reflected in the dressing table with carved patterns, and there are small boxes made of ivory next to it, and there are even portable mirrors and wooden combs...

Everything in this room that has been carefully prepared is impeccable, except that it lacks the breath of life. It is not difficult to see that they are waiting for the arrival of the hostess.

These display facilities with different styles have always been inconsistent with the current aesthetics, and only Guinevere prefers them.

"Please express my thanks to the king for me, I really have troubled him."

The Britannia maid who led the way suddenly showed a happy smile:

"How nice of you to like it!"

The girl smiled slightly and said nothing more.

The well-trained maids around her started busy packing their luggage, putting the brought items in the right place, and whispering messages with the original people in the British court.In this way, Guinevere, the person concerned, took a break instead. With a thoughtful smile on her lips, she began to observe the new bedroom that she was about to move into.

The decoration style of the Royal Palace of Great Britain is very different from that of Su Ge, which makes people feel fresh and strange. In this palace, only the bedroom that Guinevere will live in can make her find a little bit of familiarity.

King Arthur was so considerate for his fiancée. It has to be said that this is a very rare kindness for the king of a country.

"Hello, Guinevere Camillade."

She smiled brightly at the mirror, and the girl in the mirror returned the same enthusiasm faithfully, revealing the whole world in detail.

Guinevere was about to look away, when she suddenly found a figure in the mirror that she hadn't expected. She was startled for a moment, and immediately reacted, with a smile that didn't make any difference on her beautiful face, and turned towards Someone came to greet him.

"Good day, Your Highness."

"Good day. I hope I haven't disturbed you."

Guinevere laughed, and gently put down the corner of her skirt, "Why? I also hope that you can show me the entire palace... I wonder if I can have this honor?"

King Arthur seemed to be taken aback by the girl's speech for a moment. He looked into the other's shining eyes and said kindly: "If you reject a lady like you, it will be a heinous act for the whole world."

With a light cough, Guinevere felt that she had lost.Lost to a man from Great Britain who could speak sweet words so confidently without feeling the slightest bit of shame.

She walked side by side with the man as nonchalantly as possible, listening to his introduction of the history of the palace, and occasionally mentioning some safety topics that would not make the atmosphere embarrassing—such as the weather.

Guinevere's position in the banquet was undoubtedly arranged by King Arthur's side, and she watched with a smile on the knights of the two countries communicating at the wine table.

After a brief rest in the British royal palace, the next step is to choose a wedding day, which is also officially put on the agenda.

Guinevere calmly ignored her brother-in-law and his brother-in-law who were playing ping-pong-pong every day in the martial arts arena, as well as the hundreds of knights from the two countries who had been onlookers.

King Arthur kept his promise despite his busy schedule and took the time to accompany her to walk through the remaining palaces one by one. Guinevere took a look at this extraordinary event and then lost interest.This group of men is simply exchanging feelings in this way, and she has no need to stop it.

Gurney ordered someone to take out several sets of spare bridal dresses from the luggage brought by her home. After picking and choosing, she was too picky, and she also began to commit a barrier to choice.A kingdom will never be so stingy that even the wardrobe of a married woman is harsh. On the contrary, because of her life of stars and moons since she was a child, her mother helped her arrange everything early on, even having everything for daily hair accessories. Absolutely. Without heavy samples.

Guinevere looked left and right, and still felt that she had to communicate with King Arthur before deciding on the dress to wear on the coronation day.After all, at the time of the wedding, it will be more harmonious for the groom and the bride to maintain the same look and feel in various aspects such as the color and style of the dress.

"Your Highness, I heard that you are looking for me?"

"You can just call me Gurney, King Arthur." Gurney coughed lightly, holding back a smile solemnly, and said frankly, "I came to you because I have something to discuss."

Even so, she didn't dare to look directly at him.

"You can call me Artorius too. So what's the matter?"

In order not to make the other party feel oppressed, Artorist deliberately and considerately stood a few steps away from Guinevere. Seeing her like this, he smiled even wider.

Guinevere slowly blushed under the burning eyes of the other party, and asked politely as always: "That's right, I want to ask you, what are your requirements for clothing at the wedding in a few days' time and arrangements?"

Yes, she is only 16 years old, and she is going to marry a foreign country and come here, so she must be very disturbed at the moment.

Atorius thought so, and the bottom of his heart softened at first.He looked directly at the blue pupils of the other party, and said slowly: "I personally think blue is very good, it is a very beautiful color."

Gurney Weilton was a little dumbfounded when she got an unexpected answer.She frowned and said hesitantly, "Blue for the wedding...?"

"That's not the case." Artorius replied a little happily: "I want to give you a grand wedding, which will last about seven days. Naturally, a pure white wedding dress is required on the wedding day. As for the decoration, it is up to you free, Gurney."

Guinevere breathed a sigh of relief: "Golden thread."

She selectively forgot the seven-day wedding ceremony that the other party said.

"Speaking of which, may I take the liberty to ask, Your Royal Highness..." King Arthur realized the address problem, and changed his words very quickly, "Gurney, what do you think about marriage?"

"Of course, it's just that my thoughts may not be too mature. I'm sorry, maybe it's a big talk, but I still think-human beings will be united because of noble ideas. Marriage is a relationship that needs to be managed. Feelings alone should not be able to maintain it." Go on. Especially the king and queen are established purely by ideals."

The smile on King Arthur's lips was gradually receding, "...do you think so?"

"Yes, do you have any different opinions?" Guinevere raised her head slightly at a loss, staring at Camelot's new king.

"No, it's my fault for disturbing you."

Slowly uttering words that were neither serious nor serious, the handsome and graceful knight king lowered his head thoughtfully, and then, as if he had made up his mind, he smiled at Sunshine under the girl's puzzled and troubled eyes. brilliant.

"Since that's the case, since you said so, then my answer is——Gurneville Camillade, please entrust me with your ideals and trust."

His relaxed demeanor seemed to be strolling in the yard, and the words he said were still as calm and firm as ever, full of the strong self-confidence and unswerving will of the person involved:

"Block the glory of this sword, offer my life and dignity, and I will swear to protect you to the end."

Guinevere slowly opened her eyes wide in shock.

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It's really a big trouble to rush to repair the essay... hey.