Queen and Her Duke

Vicia's lips were pursed lightly, and her serious and deep expression seemed to be sitting in the council hall reading official documents.

A ray of night wind blew in, slightly stroking Wen Lin's robe.

She moved her lips, but said nothing. A sharp whistling sounded in Wen Lin's ears, causing a momentary blank in her mind.

All kinds of situations that might arise after a moment of identity exposure flashed through her mind. Just as she was concentrating and thinking about how to deal with it, Vicia frowned and stepped forward.

Holding Wen Lin's hand, it was icy cold, and Visia's frown deepened.

"Betsy, Namar, go and prepare hot water to bathe Your Excellency Wen Lin,"

Vicia's voice had an air of indifference and majesty, and she pushed Wen Lin into the bathroom without hesitation.

After taking a bath absent-mindedly, after Wen Lin came out, Bessie and Namaner silently brought Wen Lin to the bedroom in the east hall.

On the way, Wen Lin was reminded carefully, "Your Majesty Wen Lin, His Majesty doesn't look very happy,"

After pondering for a while, Wen Lin asked Bessie to quickly fetch the painting in the front hall.

After carefully putting away the portrait of Mrs. Gunneville with her own hands, Wen Lin started to turn around and walked towards her bedroom.

Stopped in front of the door and hesitated for a long time, Wen Lin couldn't help thinking, why Vicia came to her mansion tonight without warning.

As well as the painting on the table, did she open it to see if she could.

Taking a deep breath, Wen Lin knocked on the door and walked in.

Vicia was sitting sideways in front of the desk, holding the lightning rod blueprint drawn by Wen Lin in her hand.

Seeing Wen Lin come in, Vicia frowned unconsciously, and her tone became stern quietly,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, can you tell me what you were doing this afternoon? Why did you make yourself so embarrassed?"

The concern in her stern tone was very obvious. Wen Lin didn't react for a while, and subconsciously said, "Training knights out to sea,"

When her eyes fell on the back of Wen Lin's hand, which was oozing with blood, Vicia stood up abruptly, approached step by step, and retorted,

"Your Excellency, I've never seen anyone make themselves so embarrassed during training,"

Her thoughts were very confused, Wen Lin simply closed her mouth, Vicia didn't ask about the oil painting, it seemed that she didn't look at it, Wen Lin's heart had quietly let go.

A silent attitude is more likely to be irritating, but helpless.

Vicia stepped forward in a compromising way, took Wen Lin's hand, and sat down at the desk together.

On the far left of the desk was the medicine box that Wen Lin prepared for herself, which contained all kinds of commonly used wound medicines.

Vicia accurately took out the alcohol and the ointment for anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving, and gently pushed it away on the back of Wen Lin's hand.

Subconsciously, she wanted to withdraw her hand, but Visia suddenly exerted strength and clenched Wen Lin's fingers.

"Don't move," with an unbearable toughness.

The slightly cool fingers were gradually invaded by the warm temperature, and the air gradually warmed up in the silent atmosphere, first the fingers, then the limbs, and finally merged into a warm current that poured into Wen Lin's heart.

She lowered her eyes and looked at Vicia's beautiful profile quietly, her troubled heart miraculously calmed down at this moment.

After coming out of the church, Wen Lin could clearly perceive that her emotions were not right. Often when she was bored and had nowhere to resolve, Wen Lin would take a more extreme way to vent, such as finding someone to fight each other, or doing extreme sports.

Whenever she was on the verge of death, she was able to free herself from her suppressed negative emotions faster.

Although she had an idea for the afternoon training, Wen Lin did deliberately put herself in danger several times, and the injury was caused at that time.

In Wen Lin's memory, she started performing tasks at a very young age.

One of her most memorable tasks in childhood was to pretend to be the lost daughter of a rich man.

They really regarded themselves as their biological daughters, and that was the first time Wen Lin felt like she had family.

Warm and bright, like the sun in a cold winter.

After the task was completed, Wen Lin often wondered, what about her father and mother? Why is she different from other children.

When she got older, Wen Lin no longer struggled with this issue, she regarded herself as an orphan without parents.

But she came here suddenly, forcing her to explore her life experience step by step.

When she saw Gunneville's portrait, Wen Lin was so sad that she couldn't help crying for a few moments.

The word mother seems to be very far away to her, but today it happened so unexpectedly.

From the corner of her eye, Vicia was always paying attention to Wen Lin. Seeing Wen Lin's lost face, her eyes flashed with exploration and worry.

She stretched out her hand and caressed the back of Wen Lin's neck with a very soft tone, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, tell me, what happened?"

Realizing what Vicia was aware of, Wen Lin turned her face away abruptly, hiding the daze that she couldn't put away.

"Your Majesty, there is nothing,"

After a while, Wen Lin asked, "Your Majesty, what's the matter with me?"

Vicia was a little annoyed and at a loss. Wen Lin, who completely resisted her, made her feel unfamiliar. She thought about it for a while, and instead of asking, she said,

"Bishop Lucas has come to see me,"

Wen Lin suddenly raised her eyes, "Why did Lucches come to you?"

Keenly aware of Wen Lin's panic when she heard Lucches, Visia stared at the calm force on Wen Lin's face, and said slowly,

"He came to me to talk about the Holy See trial. Listening to what he said, it seemed that he was going to defect to the royal family,"

After a long silence, Wen Lin said, "Your Majesty, this is a good thing,"

Vicia stretched out her hand, held up Wen Lin's face, and said firmly, "Wen Lin, it's about you,"

There is no way to refute, but to maintain

in silence.

Vicia didn't ask any more, but held Wen Lin's hand quietly, rubbing her wrist inexplicably.

Slightly itchy, Wen Lin's eyes trembled.

When it was late at night, Vicia had no intention of leaving, she stood up and took Wen Lin to the bed.

Her eyes stopped for a while between Wen Lin's tired brows, and Vicia first unbuttoned her robe.

"Your Excellency, it's time to rest,"

Her breathing stagnated for a moment, and after realizing what Vicia wanted to do, Wen Lin was stunned, "Your Majesty, you should go back to the royal court,"

Vicia smiled indifferently, "It's too late, is your Excellency Wen Lin going to drive me away?"

His cheeks suddenly became hot, and his entire body began to tense.

The two have also slept in the same bed before, but that happened for a reason, how can it be...

Standing stubbornly by the bed, Wen Lin insisted, "Your Majesty, I will take you back to the royal court,"

Embracing Wen Lin's waist, Vicia pushed her onto the bed without hesitation, and when Wen Lin didn't have time to react, she covered her.

Wen Lin's already tired and confused thoughts were not enough to parry Vicia.

The two thin lips were gently pressed against each other, a little soft and a little cold.

The blood in the whole body rushed to the cheeks with a clear thumping sound under the ribs, surging. The heat rose violently, and along with bursts of tingling, it penetrated into the limbs and bones.

Wen Lin was so stiff that she didn't dare to move, she blinked her eyes with difficulty, her breathing was disordered.

Seeing Wen Lin's stunned reaction, Vicia reluctantly kissed her on the cheek and asked in a low voice, "Your Excellency, do you want to send me back to the royal court?"

The hand on one side slid into Wen Lin's tight waist and abdomen, a bright threat.

Wearing Vishiya red. Guo's eyes made Wen Lin's heart beat faster and faster. She raised her hand to cover her eyes, her voice slightly hoarse,

"Your Majesty, you sleep on the other side,"

With a successful chuckle, Vicia didn't get up immediately, but patiently lifted Wen Lin's long hair around her neck, and then smoothed Wen Lin's wrinkled neckline a little. Under the neckline, there was a dazzling white .

There was a tingling in the place that Vicia had touched, Wen Lin couldn't hold back and took a light breath.

This tormented torment stopped just before Wen Lin's will was on the verge of collapse.

She stood up immediately, took off her cape, quickly rolled into the bedding, buried herself deeply into the pillow, and turned her back to Vicia, which made Wen Lin feel better.

Wisdom struggled out of the confused and emotional atmosphere, Wen Lin curled up and wanted to ask Visia what she meant, but she held it back in her stomach just before she blurted out.

Behind him was the collapse of someone lying down gently, followed by a long silence.

Wen Lin didn't have the slightest tiredness. She looked at the night outside the window soberly, her mind was in a mess and it was difficult to calm down.

Suddenly, there was a rustling movement behind her, a hand clinging to Wen Lin's waist and pulling her back.

Wen Lin instinctively moved forward to hide, but the people behind her had to stick to her.

The warm breath came from the back of her neck, and Wen Lin trembled suddenly. She tried her best to restrain herself and asked aloud,

"Your Majesty, what do you want to do?"

"I want to kiss you," Vicia's answer was unexpectedly firm, and the strength in her hand gradually increased, making Wen Lin feel hard to breathe for a while.

"Are you crazy? Vicia, we are all women,"

"Wen Lin, your body is far more honest than your mouth. You have to admit that you have love for me. Do you want to restrict yourself to a ridiculous sex?"

Vicia's voice was very soft and slow, as if her own thoughts were invisible in her eyes.

There was a faint hazy light in her eyes, and Wen Lin bit her lip and stopped uttering a word.

Her mind was so messed up that she had no room to think.

After a long time, Vicia sighed softly, she forcibly pulled Wen Lin over and faced herself.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, I never thought of confining you to a monarch-subject relationship. I wanted to have a closer relationship with you a long time ago,"

Vicia slowly approached Wen Lin, and kissed the water light at the end of her eyes with pity.

"You don't have to answer me immediately, we still have a long time, enough for you to understand your own mind,"

Breathing heavily, Wen Lin weakly closed her eyes.

She retracted herself into the quilt, and a muffled voice came out through the quilt,

"Your Majesty Vicia, I don't know, don't force me,"

The author has something to say: the code is finished, thank you for your concern, and go to sleep now~