Estelle was born at a very bad time. The glory of the First French Empire created by Napoleon no longer exists, and the restoration of the Bourbon Dynasty has also failed. At that time, the Chaney family could barely rely on wealth to survive.Fortunately, this ancient family with a long history is not lacking in wealth.

As a child, Estelle liked those literary works full of romanticism, which may also come from the romantic nature of the French.One day, Estelle, who was reading a book in the courtyard, hurried over curiously with the sound of a crisp eagle, but found a man beside the haystack beside his stable.

The man was dressed in white with an eagle-like hood. Seeing Estelle standing there, he shook his head: "Little girl, you shouldn't be here." Then, a puff of smoke rose, and the man wanted to leave.

Estelle struggled to find him in the smoke, and grabbed his sleeve: "Who are you? Why are you at my house?"

The man struggled to break away from her hand, but Estelle held on firmly: "Tell me, how did you appear? Your hood is really beautiful..."

The man sighed helplessly, and put a music box in Estelle's palm: "Unwind the clockwork, and I'll be back when the music is over."

Estelle didn't know how he felt at that time, if he wanted to say...maybe it was love at first sight.

That man is like Estelle's dream after reading novels countless times. One day, a handsome knight will descend from the sky and take the princess in the tower to a happy place.

Not long after that, Estelle received the news of her father's death.

Estelle had to be brought up by her older sister, who had received quite a ladylike education. In her opinion, her ideas were unacceptable. A lady for a day, and finally became a well-behaved noble lady.

However, later, the older sister married a sailor, and his older brother didn't want to bother arranging Estelle, who had reached the age of marriage, so he concluded a marriage contract with the Duke of Hammelley, who was in desperate need of a wife to reform his bohemian second son.In order to make Dungall look more suitable, the old duke revised the succession law and let his second son inherit the title of earl.

The first time Estelle met Dungal Morgan was at the engagement ceremony. Most of the engagement ceremonies in the Victorian era were simple. There was no kneeling proposal as she imagined, and there was no affectionate, only serious and rigid ceremony process.

On the wedding day, Estelle saw her husband's face clearly.

In all fairness, Dungal looks pretty good, but Estelle always feels that her husband is still not good enough.When he kissed her, it was not as hot or tender as she secretly imagined before, but a complete routine, just a simple touch of the lips, and it was over.

On that day, 19-year-old Estelle, wearing a white lace dress and holding a bouquet of flowers, married that man.

Her brother prepared a very generous dowry for her, including quite a lot of jewelry. Estelle was very grateful to her brother, but she still felt that she was not happy.

Although Dungal was very rebellious towards his father and had a second-degree illness, he still respected women very much because of the chivalry that second-degree illness generally believed in. At least on the wedding night, Estelle did not suffer much. After a long, long time, they They all look forward to the birth of a child in this marriage combined because of family interests.However, the two have never had children.

And then again, they had a child together—sadly, a daughter.

Elizabeth has the common inheritance of two people, fiery red hair, blue eyes as deep as the sea, facial features are the fusion of two people, but more like Dungall, but much softer than Dungall, but this is exactly like Dungall's character, It gave Estelle a headache again.

Night is a time exclusively for the husband and wife. Estelle changed into her pajamas and combed her hair in front of the dressing table: "Liz can't go on like this, how long are you going to pamper her?"

"She's still very young." Dungal said, "you just let her live happily, Elizabeth is a very clever girl."

Estelle put down the comb, very dissatisfied: "I don't have the capital to be willful at her age, do you still want to pamper her?" For a moment, Estelle thought of the music box in the deepest part of her dressing table.

Estelle knew on the day of his wedding that the music in the music box would never end, and he would just play it over and over until the music box was completely scrapped.

Today Estelle has given up those dreams of girlhood. She said coldly: "How long can we pamper her? I gave birth to her when I was 25, and we are almost 40 years old. Besides you, there are Who wants to pamper her?"

"Then we can work harder to give her a younger brother." Deng Gal leaned on the bed, the buttons of his pajamas were unbuttoned, and he rubbed his fiery red curly hair, exuding an extremely seductive hormonal breath: "Honey, Don't you really think about it, sweetheart?"

"It's fine if you refuse to wear a waistband. I know it doesn't feel good." Estelle is not a very standard beauty with a thin waist. When she was growing up, French society was in a period of turmoil. Although she was well educated as a lady, But in order to prevent change, her corset work started relatively late: "But she also refuses French, and does not like to learn Latin."

"I have always agreed with your position on this matter." Deng Jia leaned on the pillow and shrank slightly under the quilt: "Honey, it's winter now, aren't you still sleeping?"

Estelle took the comb and sat down by the bed: "What do you think about setting up a marriage for her now, before her reputation outside is spread?"

Dungal was a little moved, but still took the comb in Estelle's hand and put it on the bedside table: "Forget it, my dear, I hope Elizabeth can spend her life happily and not become a victim of marriage. There is no need to make that sacrifice."

"Which of us is not like this?" Estelle said: "When I was young, I received etiquette education, learned various languages, and when I grew up, I accepted the marriage arranged by the family and lived with a person who didn't know whether he was a jerk or a gentleman. Then have children, and finally die." Estelle spread her hands: "No one cares what we think, in the 19th century, you said these words like a joke."

"I'm serious." Dungal raised his eyebrows: "So, baby, do you think I'm a gentleman, or an asshole?"

Estelle leaned over and sat on the edge of the bed, her wine-red hair hanging down on Dungal's open chest: "You are a rascal."

"Thank you for the compliment." With that said, Dungal kissed his wife.

Estelle enjoyed kissing him very much, but when she was dragged into the quilt by Dungall without anyone noticing, she realized her husband's cunning again.

The next morning, Estelle expressed her dissatisfaction to her husband: "If you use this method to change the subject in the future, I think we should sleep in separate rooms."

"Honey, are you uncomfortable? Or should I go to study again?" Dungal, who had been splinted among his wife and daughter, changed the subject with a smile.

Estelle was suddenly angry—her husband’s connivance after marrying Dungall made her a little hypocritical, she dragged out the suitcase: “I’m going back to France, you can pamper her slowly , I can't stand it anymore."

Dungal immediately stood up and pressed the things in her hand: "Going back to France? Just because of Elizabeth? Actually, it's not a big deal..."

Estelle glared at him.

Dungall did not back down.

In the end, the Countess of Glamorgan retreated: "My brother is seriously ill and is about to die. I have to go back to see him."

For Estelle, who lost her father at a young age, her elder brother played an almost as important role as her father, and Dungal was not going to continue to stop her: "Very well, come back as soon as possible, my little star."

"I don't know how long it will be this time, but I hope Elizabeth will be more well-behaved when I come back." Estelle picked out the things that needed to be packed when she got home, and ordered the maid to pack them up.

"The situation in London has been tense recently, and it's good that you're willing to stay in France for a while," Dungal said.

"It's your knight order again? It's not the Middle Ages anymore, the era of the Crusades has long passed, why do you still have these bloody Knights Templar?" Estelle complained, Dungar conditioned reflex Read it back and forth.It felt relieved that no one was around.

"Maybe it's because it looks more handsome?"

After that, Estelle did not expect that the affairs in France would drag on for so long. First, his brother died, and then Philip, who had been unwilling to marry a wife, needed to establish an heir. Terr had to accept raising Raul for a period of time. Of course, in the end, when the situation in the UK became more tense, Estelle, who was worried about her daughter, returned to the UK.

"If you don't come back, Starry will keep holding on to Elizabeth."

Estelle knew a little about the Knights Templar and the Assassins, and she also realized that the man she saw in the yard should be an Assassin.

Before leaving, Estelle put the original music box in Shani's old house.

Just let it all go.

Back in London, she was still just Estelle who was arrogant with her husband and angry with her daughter.

As the ship was approaching, Estelle saw Dungall wrapped in a cloak and Elizabeth wrapped in a cloak by Dungall from a distance.

...this is her family.

The author has something to say: Estelle, I forgot where I saw it, it means star in French.

Parents show their strength and love~

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