The Legend of Fatality

All the guards in the room were gone, but Lottel, Peverly, Catherine and her maid remained. Lotel approached Ambrose's sword, which was still lying on the ground. He stared at the sword as if he had never seen it before.

"I must say that as time goes on, I get more and more excited about our upcoming marriage. I believe it will not be boring." He turned to Catherine. "However, I think we should find individual places to discuss what just happened. I really want to hear everything about Sir Ambrose."

He took Catherine's arm gently and firmly and escorted her to the door.

"I think we are going to have some tea in my room. Prince Peverly, would you like to join us? I think you are drinking tea?"

"I don't want to drink tea now," Peverly answered briefly.

"Then we are the only one, ma'am," Lotaire said to Catherine.

After a while, Catherine and Lotel sat at a small round table, and the room was decorated with beautiful white tiles, but Lotel ’s room was more plain than Catherine imagined, and there were few decorations or status artwork. Sarah and Nia sat nearby, pretending to be talking, but Catherine knew they were listening to her intently.

Catherine turned her shoulders carefully to ease the tension there. Lotel seemed calm. For a man who just found his fiancee to be with another man, it was too calm. She tried hard not to think about what would happen if he came in early and found that Ambrose was gently wiping her tears.

Ambrose is now locked in his cell. But at least he is still alive.

"So, about Sir Ambrose, do you want to tell me about this person before or after drinking tea?"

Catherine's heart pounded. Too many things have happened. If Ambrose ’s news is true — and she believes it is true — then Bill Bally and Burtania will face war, not a wedding to unite their two ruling families. But should she tell Lotel? What should she do? Will he believe her? The trust between them is fragile, brand new, and untested. To the extent she can speak, it is best to reinforce it with facts first.

"Sir Ambrose is my guard knight at Bill Barry."

This is a fact.

"He's a decent person from a famous family, a respectable person."

This is also true.

"He has never done anything wrong, except successfully defending himself from Peverley's violations."

He kissed my hand and touched my face, but it was not wrong ...

"He will never do anything to hurt me. In fact, he came here today at the risk of his life." Catherine's tone began to get excited.

"Do I need to ask why? Or do I just need to know how he looks at you?" Lothal said lightly.

Catherine hesitated and flushed.

"Ambrose is respectable. And I ... I have never done what I should not have done."

"I'm not sure if he is, and I'm not sure if you are." Lotaire still said calmly.

Catherine protested, "His Royal Highness, I--"

"I apologize," Lothal interrupted Catherine. "Please forgive my slippery tongue. I can see that you are very upset. Do you care much about him?"

Catherine swallowed. "That's not to say ... that's it. I admit that I really care about him." She glanced up at Lotaire, but his face was hard to read his attitude. "But I know my responsibility. I haven't endangered it with a stupid love. At this moment, there is another reason for my distress."

Lotel seemed surprised. "Can you tell me why?"

"I ... there are more things. A more important thing, but ... I am not sure what to do. I have a dilemma between my responsibilities ..."

"Who are you responsible for?"

"For Bill Barry and my father, for you, for Burtania, for my life here."

She could have said it in more detail. The servants came with tea. Catherine straightened her waist and sat down silently. They put out the teapot, teacup and lemon. She desperately imagined what her mother would give her. It seemed that after a long time, the servants left. Lotel poured two cups of tea and placed it in front of her.

"Catherine, the only advice I can give you is that you must do what you think is right and do what you believe."

But what do I believe?

It is wrong to betray her father, her country. But so is her father's plan. He deceived her and misled her. Let her believe that marriage and the future are just a fantasy. The days of King Charles and Prince Lotel in Lancasterburg have shown more kindness and honesty than her father had in her life, but this does not mean that her loyalty should change. Is it really?

Catherine felt her eyes start to tingle with tears. "I'm so naive. I think I can come to Burtania and use a few clothes and a flower to win people's love. I want to be liked and loved by the people. My father rules with fear, and I want to do exactly the opposite. We at Bill Barry have a certain reputation-you also hint a lot ... I am used to those warriors. I am used to fear and hatred, day and night alert to a wrong look or a wrong use Local words. "Catherine took a deep breath. "Sorry. I'm not seeking sympathy, I just want to explain."

Lotel reached out and took her hand and said, "I am honored that you trust me so much."

"People think that Bill Barry is combative and violent ... only brings fear. I want to change this. I hope people can look at me differently. But maybe I even tried it wrong. Maybe people Should be afraid of us. "

Catherine made a choice, and she took a breath. She slowly pulled her hand out of Lotel's hand, stuffed it into a diagonal line on her skirt, and took out the letter.

"This is the message Ambrose just handed over to me. My father is rallying an army in the east of Bill Bally. He is going to invade Burtania. This is his order, stamped with his seal. Ambrose stole He gave it to me, because he knew I would be in danger after the war started. "

Lothal's expression hasn't changed, maybe he can't change his expression. Then he took the letter and read it. Then read it again.

"Isn't this forgery? Definitely your father's seal?"

"Yes. Ambrose said he saw the soldiers. He thought the wedding was—" She took another deep breath and forced herself to say-"a pastime. This is a means of diverting attention ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ ensures that all lords of Burtania are in Lancasterburg, away from their land. "

Lotel's scarred hand trembling with the paper, but Catherine couldn't tell whether he was scared or angry.

"Will your father do this? Put everything on war? Take the risk of your daughter's life?"

"This is exactly what he will do."

"He has proven that he is a war monger my father has been worried about. And you have proven that he is better than I had hoped for." Lotaire quickly stood up. "Thank you, Catherine. I have to talk to Ambrose before talking to my father. I will not return him to Peverley."

"What about Peverly and his men?"

"If Bill Bally really came to attack, they were the enemy. They would be arrested."

"And ... what am I?"

Lotel took her hand again. "You and your maid are my guests. To tell me about this, you took a lot of risk and sacrificed a lot. Catherine, in return, I provide you with my protection. No matter what happens, I promise You are all safe. "

Lotel turned around and strode out of the room.

Catherine felt dizzy. No matter what she did, right or wrong, she was convinced that she destroyed herself. She cannot stay in Burtania; Lotel can never marry the daughter of his enemy. She couldn't go back to Bill Barry anymore, she couldn't go back to the father who betrayed her, and she betrayed him again. She made herself wandering. She will be forced to stay in a country that is at war with her country: hated, not loved.

She has never felt lonely like now. Her only comfort was thinking of Ambrose risking her life to help her.