The Legend of Fatality

People ignore, despise or ignore women. But when I represent my country, I am not a woman: I am a country, a nation, a queen.

--Queen of Valeria in Lois

Less than a week later, Catherine was about to leave for Burtania. When she was awake, she was dominated by various arrangements at all times. She still thinks of Ambrose every day, but she also has to think of Lotel, her marriage, her travel, and her clothes now.

Her mother ordered many Burtanian-style clothes for her, and they finally arrived. Japanese dresses are all different colors of the flag of Burtania: green, red and black. Her mother said: "You must let the people of Burtania know that you are one of them. Show them that you are proud to be a Burtanian, they will do the same, and they will thank You remind them that they should do this. "

Nonetheless, when Catherine saw her dresses side by side in her dressing room, she snorted. Their style is very bold. Even black dresses have shiny ribbons and feathers woven on the upper body, sleeves and hem.

"They look complicated." Catherine rolled up a sleeve with her fingers. "How is this going?"

"Burtanian women prefer bare skin," her mother agreed. "Believe it or not, these are fairly conservative."

Catherine tried on one of the red ones, but it seemed that the way she hung it on her body was wrong, she felt exposed; the left side of the dress opened from the armpit to the hips.

"I seem to be wearing ... a **** rag."

"Um ... can't you do something with your arm?" The Queen asked hesitantly after looking around Catherine seriously.

"For example?" Catherine put her hands on her hips, elbows protruding from the slit of her sleeve.

"No, don't do that! Straighten them." When Catherine did this, her mother frowned. "Oh, my God, this doesn't look right. Maybe the dress needs to carry something. A prop. Yes, maybe it will be useful. To help tell your story."

"A trace of despair?"

Her mother frowned more tightly. "Don't show it, Catherine. Remember Queen Valeria. She won the support of her people. To win people's trust, they need to see you as a winner. Don't let them connect you with despair Together, but to connect you with hope. For a brighter future. Towards success. "

Catherine couldn't think of anything to link her to success. She never felt that she had achieved any success, or even had a chance to succeed. As for hope, when wearing these clothes, she can only hope people do not laugh at her.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door of her room, and Sarah almost ran into the dressing room. She bowed to the queen and turned to Catherine.

"Your Highness," she said breathlessly. "An angel came from the king. Your majesty ordered you to see him."

Catherine felt her heart beating faster. She had never been summoned by the king before. Is it because of her marriage? Maybe it is. Maybe not. Catherine could not confirm this. But it may also be related to Ambrose ...

The queen stood up, looking calm.

"Tell the messenger that the princess is getting dressed. She will see the king as soon as she finishes."

Sarah left, and the queen said, "Catherine, you are pale. Do you know what's going on?"

"Maybe it's the wedding arrangement?" Catherine replied.

"Is there any other possibility?"

Catherine knew that her mother must have heard the battle between Ambrose and Peverly's men, but she had no courage to mention it. Now she seems to have no choice.

"There was ... an incident some time ago, when I was riding a horse on the beach and there was an accident."

"I believe this is a test of reputation. I heard that Peverley lost someone. The traitor fled."

"He is not a traitor. He did not run away."

"You made your feelings too obvious, Catherine."

"But this is true. Sir Ambrose is not a traitor; he is a loyal guard."

"Sir Ambrose Novin? The one with hair?" The queen asked.

"They all have hair."

"You know what I mean. Blond hair. Very attractive kind." The queen continued helplessly.

"He is smart and considerate, and considerate. He is--"

"Trouble. You can't afford trouble. Do you understand why Peverly is worried?" The queen asked with a sigh.

"Understood! A man is dead. And Ambrose did nothing but self-defense."

"You talk about this person as if you care about him. As if he is important to you. Do you expect your future husband to accept it?" Said the queen seriously.

"You said he was more open-minded."

"I think when he hears Sir Ambrose and how smart, considerate and empathetic he is, he will not be so enlightened. Catherine, you have a lot to learn about men. Prince Lotel wants him The bride is a virgin, there is no doubt about it. "

Catherine blushed badly. She never heard her mother say the word.

"Lotel may be different from your father, but no one likes to be fooled."

"Because we women all like it," Catherine thought, glancing at herself in the ridiculous red dress in the mirror.

"I will always ensure that my loyalty to Prince Lotel is clearly expressed," she said coldly. "But maybe it doesn't matter. Noyes probably caught Ambrose. The king summoned me and asked me to go to the death penalty again."

The queen was taken aback by Catherine's words, and quickly approached her and kissed her on the cheek.

"I didn't hear that he was caught. Calm down. Go to the king like a princess." The queen comforted. "But think about your own reputation, Catherine. You want to make sure that your reputation is unquestionable, because without it, you are done."

Catherine looked down at her wearing a red dress like a rag.

"I can't dress like this."

"Of course. There is no time to change clothes now; we have let the king wait for a long time. In addition, this skirt is very beautiful. This is the perfect royal red. Don't let down your head, stand up, shoulders, be confident.

Catherine was convinced that unless she was serious, her mother would not say that, and it did work. She walked through her outhouse and followed the Royal Guard to the palace. Maybe it was just about her wedding, or was her mother mistaken? Ambros was dead, or was he lying in the castle dungeon below, his tongue cut off, and his soft lips sewn?

Well, no matter what that is, she will handle it well. She pulled her shoulders back and lifted her chest, telling herself: I won't flinch. I won't faint. I certainly won't scream.

Catherine will only appear in the palace on a few official occasions-the announcement of the royal family, the visit of the ambassador, the king wants to impress or intimidate a certain lord, or such rare occasions. Every time she is a member of a large group of people. Today, she will be alone.

When Catherine came, the door was shaking and open. The king, her father, sat on his throne, at the end of the beautifully decorated long room. Peverly stood on his right, and Noyers stood on his left. Several other courtiers and soldiers stood standing along the wall. Ambrose is not there.

Catherine was not sure she should wait for the herald to announce or go straight in. Her mother's voice seemed to whisper in her ear: The princess would not wait. The queen is the same.

Catherine straightened up. "I'm not afraid," she said to herself, beyond her expectation, she found this to be true. However, when she walked into the big room, she felt like an eye-catching red ant on a gray slate.

She walked slowly, slowly, past the Speaker, the housekeeper, and the Wangcheng defense generals, until she reached the end of the throne, and stopped in front of her father. His temple hair is gray, but he looks as strong as before.

He sat straight on the wide and heavy throne, and Catherine felt he had never sat as properly as he is now-striding around more suitable for him. His gray eyes were staring at her, and when she met her gaze, she immediately lowered her gaze, and bowed her knees as low as her clothes allowed.

"His Majesty."

"Straighten the waist. Let's see you."

"We can't help but look at her," Peverley said loudly, and a waiter made a short laugh. Noyce tilted his head to the side, but there was no smile on his lips.

Catherine stood as straight as possible, making herself appear taller.

"You are leaving soon. Marrying soon." The king's voice passed.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The king tapped the armrest of the throne with a blue-black nail.

"This is a good relationship that King Charles and I have arranged for you."

Is this the real purpose of calling her this time? A talk about her marriage?

"Yes, thank you, father. Although I am looking forward to my marriage, leaving my home and my family makes me feel indescribably sad. I am grateful that you asked to see me before I leave.

"I called you to give you instructions, not to say goodbye emotionally."

Catherine watched the king's fingers bang on the throne, and then it froze.

"You ordered one of my royal guard members to leave Bill Barry."

There is no benefit in denying this.

"Yes, father. Peverley's companion Rondo challenged one of my guards, Sir Ambrose-Noven, and asked him to challenge him honorably. Sir Ambrose beat him, although he was generous Let him survive. Then Peverly ordered Perkins to challenge him too. He was killed. I think Sir Ambrose had better leave before more nobles are hurt. "

Catherine glanced at Peverly meaningfully, and a bystander made a short burst of laughter, but it quickly stopped.

Peverly blushed. "He fights like a villain."

"You are the culprit, brother."

"Quiet!" The king patted his throne.

Catherine was motionless. She forgot what she said to herself before.

"Do you think Lothal will tolerate this behavior?" The king snorted.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I don't understand what you mean. What behavior will he oppose?"

"You did not follow your brother's instructions to return to the castle with him. Even now you do not agree with him."

"I obeyed your orders, Your Majesty. They always told me that it was essential to my safety: I would stay with my maid and bodyguard. Peverly's men obeyed his orders, and as a result One lost a hand and the other lost a life. I ’m not sure if Peverley ’s instructions were correct. ”Catherine explained.

"You have no right to judge them, you can only obey them." Peverly said sharply.

"I don't agree with this. It's about my safety and reputation. I have to choose who to obey. In that case, I choose not to obey you." Catherine retorted.

The king sat two inches back on his throne and looked at Catherine as if he had never seen her. Catherine was n’t sure if she had done too much, but knew she should n’t go on.

"You are my daughter, a king's princess. But you are also a woman and must obey a man to protect you. I will make it clear to you from this moment on until the moment when Lotel puts the ring on your finger For a moment, you have to follow Peverly's instructions exactly. You can't bring shame to me or Bill Barry. You can't corrupt my reputation ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ You can't do anything to endanger your marriage. do you understand?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Lotel may tolerate your behavior. He may even find it interesting and fascinating; after all, he is a foreigner and has some strange ideas-but if I were him, I would take it from your mouth Say the idea and solve it once and for all. "

Catherine swallowed. "I will strive to be a good wife of Lotel, and I am now and will always be your loyal daughter in the future."

"This must be done. Now, Noyes has some news to tell you."

Catherine felt a wave of fear hit her heart. She took a breath and looked at Noyers. He stared at her tightly, as if he would just stare forever, and then said: "We caught the traitor yesterday."

Catherine felt dizzy. "Captured?"

"My people have found him and he is going north. It seems that they are much better than Sir Ambrose. But unfortunately, we will not have the second death sentence of Novin. The traitor was injured last night Died in the cell. "

The **** smile was restored on Noyes's face, and Catherine wanted to run over to him and pull it off.

"You are pale, sister," Peverly said.

Catherine did not cry, at least not yet. She remembered Mrs. Anne, which made her stand upright, barely coping with a few words, although she didn't even know what she was talking about.

"I heard that someone is dying again, and I am sad. Maybe I will find a quieter life in Burtania."

Peverly actually snorted and laughed, then stopped again.

"If you want to live a peaceful life," the king grunted and mumbled, "Must listen to me. Now, get out."