Kingdom’s Bloodline

Thales stared solemnly at a piece of sausage on his dinner plate, held his breath, and slowly raised the table knife according to Professor Jinie's posture in memory.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Finally, the prince let out a deep sigh.

He loosened his hands, put the knife and fork back on the sides of the plate, and gave up on eating.

Thales raised his eyes with a headache, and looked at the blond girl on the other side of the table, staring at him with blue eyes, pouted her mouth, and stared at him dissatisfiedly, without moving the food in front of her.

After they entered the dining room of the Grand Duchess, Thelma pushed them out with a cold face despite the unanimous objections of Jinx and the two maids. Surprisingly, Lady Jinx only expressed a symbolic expression If you object, you will obey the wish of the Grand Duchess, which was very rare in the past.

"Okay," Thales had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "Our respected Grand Duchess, do you have any comments on my dining posture?"

Selma snorted first, then stared at him for a full three seconds, then pouted and said:

"here we go again."

Thales was surprised: "What?"

"You're talking to me like that again," the girl said sullenly, "'Dear Grand Duchess' in such a tone that people can't help but want to beat you up."

Thales opened his eyes wide, looked at her helplessly, and said with a smile: "But this is the proper address for meeting the Grand Duchess, especially our lovely and charming..."

There was a sudden sound of metal impact:

"Dum!"

Thales stared blankly at Thelma: the gloomy-faced girl just stabbed a plate of beef in front of her in half.

The cut is smooth.

Thelma still looked at him frowning, her eyes full of unhappiness.

The young prince's throat rolled.

He took a deep breath, put away his smile, and pressed the thought of teasing the girl with a playful tone to the deepest part of his stomach.

It seems that she is really in a bad mood.

so……

"Boom!" There was another crisp sound of metal colliding with the dinner plate, and the beef on Thelma's dinner plate turned into three sections.

Thales' heart trembled.

alarm.

alarm!

It was... more terrifying than when she was two years ago.

Thales immediately restrained the expression on his face, and calmly looked at Selma, who was pouting.

"I'm sorry," the prince looked into Selma's eyes sincerely: "It's my fault... I have ignored your mood from just now to now."

Thelma's eyes moved, and her stern face relaxed a little.

Seeing her downcast look, Thales couldn't help lowering his head and sighing.

In the next second, the prince left his seat decisively and walked towards the girl.

Thelma was slightly taken aback.

Looking at Thales who was getting closer, she seemed a little uncomfortable, shrinking slightly like a hedgehog.

The girl pursed her lips and hummed in a low voice: "What are you doing?"

Thales didn't answer her.

The prince went straight to the suspicious-eyed Thelma, pulled away a chair at the side of the dining table, and sat down in silence.

"Hey, remember, I'm your friend." The prince leaned forward, leaned on the dining table with his arms down, looked at Thelma seriously, and showed a gentle smile: "You know, you can trust me."

"You can tell me anything."

Thelma's breathing was a little messy, but she still tried her best to maintain that dissatisfied expression, and snorted from her nose.

But Thales was still very patient, looking at her gently without averting his eyes.

one second.

two seconds.

Now, on the contrary, Selma, who had been stern, was a little embarrassed by him.

The girl cleared her throat unnaturally, and turned her head away.

But Thales still looked at her with burning eyes.

Finally, Thelma, who couldn't bear his stare, took a deep breath helplessly, and blew it upwards forcefully.

She raised her eyes and watched her forehead hair being blown up.

"never mind.

"

"It's nothing," Thelma pouted, glanced at Thales, lowered her head with a gloomy expression, "It's just my bad temper."

"No." Thales shook his head.

"Selma," the prince exhaled, trying to slow down his speech: "Good girl."

"I know, today must be very difficult for you."

"Administration Day, those disobedient vassals..."

Thelma jerked her head back, breathing faster.

"Hmph." She looked at Thales angrily, and asked sarcastically:

"Difficult, how come?"

"I am the Grand Duke of Longxiao City, the only one in the past seven hundred years, the only one..."

"I hold Exeter's most powerful territory, how can it be difficult..." Selma's breathing became heavier and heavier. The girl folded her arms and said with an ugly face:

Thales looked at her quietly.

"...my vassals are among the most loyal and loyal people," Selma said angrily. "They are powerful and wise. With them around, Dragon Clouds City is as stable as the Mountains of Sighs..."

"I don't need to worry about anything, including my own. Everything in Dragon Clouds City is running in an orderly manner, and the Walton family is as prosperous as ever..."

Thelma seemed to have opened up the conversation box, her mouth opened and closed more and more, and the girl's expression became more and more angry.

"So why am I in a difficult situation? Compared to a trembling, pitiful hostage prince who is afraid that I will eat him to the bone one day, I am simply the happiest woman in the world... oh! "

The girl froze.

Her mouth was gagged.

Selma watched Thales' movements in astonishment, feeling what was in his mouth.

At some point, the prince had already sat beside Thelma.

Thales looked straight into Thelma's clear eyes.

The girl was a little overwhelmed, her face was slightly red.

Then.

The second prince let out a breath, and pulled the spoon out of the stunned Thelma's mouth as if in a leisurely manner.

"If this spoonful of beans can't calm you down," Thales said with a smile, then turned around and spooned a full spoonful of beans on the dinner plate, shaking it in front of Thelma: "Then I have another spoonful." .”

Only then did Selma come to her senses, her reddish face was showing a tendency to turn from embarrassment into anger, with a mouthful of beans in her mouth, she let out a few "huh" in extreme dissatisfaction.

Still squinting and smiling, Thales shook the spoonful of beans in his hand to her.

"That's right!"

"Bite them hard!"

"This will relieve your anger!"

Thelma pouted her bean stuffed mouth and stared at him dissatisfiedly for three seconds.

Thales responded with a smile.

In the end, the girl with an unchanging expression let out a heavy "hum".

She turned her head away, squinted at Thales, and chewed the beans in her mouth vigorously as if angry.

The chewiness seemed to be that what she was chewing was not the beans, but Thales' meat.

The prince winked at her, smiling.

Really, she used to have a very good attitude towards herself...

That poor and cute little slippery guy who likes to hide behind his back, speaks softly... Where did he go?

Thales looked at Selma with both a smile and a smile.

Looking at the girl who was staring at him like a demonstration.

Seeing that her cheeks on both sides were bulging, she chewed more and more vigorously, shaking and shaking.

"I've shrunk... well, I said it," the girl chewed and swallowed her mouthful of beans with great difficulty, and said to the prince angrily; "I'm not unhappy at all... eh!"

Thales delivered the second spoonful of beans expressionlessly and gagged Thelma's mouth.

The prince held back the smile in his heart, and after a twitch, he found that he couldn't take back the spoon: Thelma bit the spoon hard, and her eyesight could kill at this time.

"Here, dear, the most important thing to be a human being is to be happy..." Thales resisted the twitching of his shoulders, and finally pulled the spoon out from between her lips, watching Thelma angrily start to compare the first Spoon chew harder.

Although the Grand Duchess' eyes were still terrifying, the prince suddenly felt at that moment that the life in front of him was not so bad.

Fortunately, she is quite cute like this.

Thales gradually lost his mind.

When did she change from that careful girl to what she is now.

Ah, probably one day.

Was it two years ago, the day when she came to find her sleepy-eyed self in a panic with bloody sheets in her arms before dawn?

And after that day, she was rushed from the room on the sixth floor to the Blood Court by the female officer Jinx who heard the sound.

Or a year ago, after she put on a corset with a blushing face, she was ridiculed by her eyes in the library?

Thanks to that lady Jinx who tirelessly taught her lady the codes of being a noble woman.

Or was it the first time she was wearing a formal attire, with a lady's hair combed, standing in front of her anxiously and excitedly, but was turned away in anger by the prince who was rocking back and forth with laughter?

I don't remember.

Anyway, it became like this unconsciously.

The girl who was once immature and timid.

Already growing slowly in the high walls and snow of Heroic Spirit Palace and Dragon Clouds City.

In the end, it will definitely transform into an existence that they are not familiar with.

Grand Duchess Selma Walton.

but……

Thales couldn't help feeling sad when he thought of the past when they knew each other.

Is this really what she wants? Will she really be happy?

Be a... Walton?

Thales, who was preoccupied, sighed and took a bite of beans.

at this moment.

"Hey!"

Thelma's anxious voice interrupted him.

The girl's voice sounded a little surprised and a little hasty.

Thales came back to his senses and looked at Thelma's expression in surprise: the Grand Duchess's face was a little abnormally red, and she stretched out her right hand to herself hesitantly and nervously, as if to remind her of something.

"Huh?" The prince finished chewing the beans in his mouth, and raised his brows for no reason: "Why?"

Thales noticed something was wrong: Selma's face was already flushed at this time, and even the roots of her ears were full of blood, which was especially conspicuous against the backdrop of blond hair.

Why are you blushing?

The last time I saw her like this, it seemed that it was the time when she came to ask for her opinion while wearing a formal attire for a banquet?

what happened?

"That..." Thelma stared at him blankly, hesitated to speak, her flushed face twitched slightly, as if embarrassed.

That hesitant and timid look reminded Thales of her childhood.

In the end, under Thales' suspicious eyes, Selma still lowered her head slightly, covered her face with her forehead hair, and said softly like a mosquito:

"nothing."

The Grand Duchess stopped talking and just stared blankly at the table.

The inexplicable Thales shrugged, still not quite understanding why Thelma blushed.

The prince shook his head, lamenting that women are strange.

Just when he lowered his head and was about to spoon the stew into his mouth...

Thales glanced over the spoon in his hand.

"Clang!"

The prince's heart trembled suddenly, and the spoon in his hand fell on the dinner plate, making a back and forth noise.

Thales sat there blankly, looking at the familiar spoon, and at Thelma, who was blushing to the ears, feeling extremely embarrassed.

He couldn't help but smiled embarrassingly: "Uh, that..."

"I just wanted to remind you," Thelma's voice was high-pitched and thin, almost inaudible: "It's just that you are too fast."

Thales' head was as big as a bucket, and while he was thankful that no one saw this scene, he used his last ounce of reason to swallow the sentence "It's okay, I don't mind" back to his stomach.

The atmosphere at the table suddenly became awkward.

However, it was Selma, who just lowered her head, who seemed dissatisfied when she saw Thales' reaction.

She raised her eyes slightly.

"Hmph, you did it on purpose," the girl snorted slightly, "Jinx said..."

"Ah, that's right!" Thales slapped his head vigorously, and abruptly changed the subject: "I remembered!"

Under the discontented eyes of the Grand Duchess who said "it's unreasonable", the second prince took out a small but exquisite wooden rectangular box from his chest pocket, with simple pattern carvings on it.

"Here," Thales said nonchalantly, only wanting to use this matter to dilute the current embarrassment:

"Your birthday present...although there are still two months left."