Flowers, Swords and France

Although tonight is destined to be unforgettable for many people, I am afraid that no one among them can see the whole incident in detail like Fran, and no one is as shocked as she is. .

When the incident happened, she was accompanying Ms. Adelaide, who told her to paint seriously, and her persistent professionalism made her abandon her previous nervousness and anxiety about her brother, and began to observe the people in the hall attentively. Scene, while mentally preparing the composition.

His Majesty the King is the inevitable focus, so from the first moment he appeared, Fran's eyes were always on His Majesty the King, while she listened absently to Ms. Adelaide's jokes.

Then, the incident happened, just like that, under her eyes.

Maybe she was petrified, maybe she was born with extremely strong nerves, but she just sat like this and watched the whole process of the assassination, like a lady in a box enjoying a drama.

The king was attacked, the king fled in panic, and the king was injured. Scenes rolled past in front of her, which were both vivid and shocking.

God!

She sighed heavily in her heart, and a very bad premonition suddenly arose in her heart, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

While she was staring blankly at the assassinated king, others also reacted. Fran then noticed that the entire hall was in chaos.

"Ah~~!" There was a scream in her ears. It was from Ms. Adelaide. Fran never thought that such a calm and gentle lady could actually make such a harsh and sharp scream, mixed with Infinite fear and pain.

If my brother was in danger, would I be so scared? A strange thought suddenly flashed through her mind.

After a moment, she quickly put aside this irrelevant thought, and then hurriedly tugged Ms. Adelaide's sleeve hard.

"Ma'am, go call the guard!" When the situation came to an end, she no longer cared about etiquette, pulled very hard, and shouted to the other party.

After being pulled hard by Fran, Ms. Adelaide finally regained some of her consciousness. She hurriedly patted the hand of the panicked female attendant next to her, and then issued an order hastily. "Go call the guards!"

The lady in waiting, frightened by this unfortunate incident and the harsh words of the lady, ran out of the door crawling on her feet. The woman then left her seat and ran desperately toward her brother, while the assassination was still in progress.

But unfortunately, the current situation is no longer something she can just get over if she wants. People kept pouring out, pushing her around, making it impossible for her to move forward even a few steps. Of course, the seventy-year-old old woman could not withstand the strength of these middle-aged and young people. In the end, she was knocked to the ground and could only cry anxiously beside her, but it did not help at all.

Fran hurriedly rushed forward and helped her up with another female attendant. The long skirt was so long that she almost tripped and fell. She quickly lifted up the hem of her skirt.

Then, several people continued to look towards His Majesty the King.

At this time, the assassination was coming to an end. The attendants had rushed to the king and surrounded him. Although His Majesty the King himself was bleeding from several wounds at this time, he seemed to have not lost consciousness and still had his eyes open. Eye. The person who assassinated him looked like he was about to be subdued.

"Thank God!" Ms. Adelaide murmured in a tearful voice, "God bless!"

Fran was not as excited as the lady. Although she didn't care much about politics, the conversations between Grandpa Surrey and her brother had already worn away all the respect for the King of France in her heart. Of course, because of Ms. Adelaide's relationship, she was still a little lucky that His Majesty the King had survived.

However, this little bit of luck was soon wiped out by another discovery.

She saw her brother.

He is not alone now, but holding another person.

Who is he holding?

Because her head was buried in her brother's arms, she couldn't see clearly.

However, there is no need to see clearly, who else could it be?

The blond hair and white dress were just like the Charlotte she met before entering the palace.

It looked like her brother was hugging her very tightly, and she looked very scared, as if her whole body was shaking.

Her brother had been looking at the king, as if he was worried about the situation there, and he kept saying something to the person in his arms, as if he was comforting her and telling her not to be afraid.

At this moment, Fran's heart was filled with silent anger. Why are you pretending to be afraid?

She concluded that just as she herself was not afraid now, Charlotte would certainly not be afraid either and was just pretending to be pitiful. How shameless!

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There was one thing Fran guessed right. Charlotte's trembling at the moment was not because of fear. But there was one thing Fran guessed wrong. Charlotte didn't pretend to be pitiful on purpose. There was only one reason why she was trembling now, and that was anger.

Yes, the uncontrollable anger made her almost lose her mind. It was obvious that she was only a few steps away from achieving her goal a moment ago, but in an instant, her plans and dreams were all in vain.

Her cousin calmly dragged her further and further away, but in fact this was meaningless. With the help of her peripheral vision during the struggle, she had already seen that the hateful usurper had regained safety. There is no doubt that no one can kill him today.

All is lost.

For a moment, her mind went blank, and she almost laughed out loud out of control.

Is it over? The opportunity she finally got, the hard work she put into the plan, all came to nothing. Why? Why is it like this!

She closed her eyes, and a little tear ran down her face.

But a moment later, endless anger made her open her eyes again, and she stared at the young man who hugged her tightly and made it difficult for her to move.

You will regret it! You will be punished.

Without much hesitation, she stabbed the man with the brooch in her hand.

At this time, as if to dispel the doubts of others, Charles repeated the sentence again, and then gently patted Charlotte on the shoulder.

"Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

The brooch had already pierced the clothes on Charles' back. As long as he exerted a little more force, he could pierce it without any hindrance, and he didn't even feel much pain. And it won't be long before the man who ruined all his plans will be punished most severely.

However, no matter how much she thought in her heart, the brooch just couldn't pierce. The brooch stayed there and never went down again.

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Charlotte thought about many things again, and the more she thought about it, the more she couldn't do it.

Suddenly, she recalled this sentence in her mind again.

"No matter what you think, no matter when, I will never draw my sword against you. I will definitely remember this oath!"

She recalled her oath at that time, and also recalled why she made this oath at that time.

Until the end, Charlotte closed her eyes again.

"I will never, never forgive you, Charles." She whispered.

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After the king appeared, Charles did not focus all his attention on the usurper king, but carefully watched Charlotte's actions. Even after the sudden assassination began, he did not throw Charlotte away again.

This effort really paid off. After Charlotte quietly began to approach His Majesty the King, Charles understood something, and then he quickly followed her, and then forcibly pulled her over when she was not paying attention.

In order to dispel other people's suspicions, he kept shouting, seemingly comforting the woman in his arms. At the same time, he quietly dragged Charlotte to the outer circle - although even if he didn't do this, it seemed that Charlotte had no chance of success.

While doing this series of actions, Charles did not forget to pay attention to the situation of His Majesty the King over there. At this moment, he was silently hoping that his enemy could survive this disaster. However, he was not interested in rushing up and taking risks again.

When he first came, he had secretly made up his mind to try his best to stop Charlotte from killing the king. If he was still killed in this situation, it could only be blamed on His Majesty the King's bad luck, and the July Dynasty was doomed.

Fortunately, everything went as he wished. This king, who was mediocre in intelligence and had no good reputation in history, finally escaped this disaster. It seemed that he could live to the life span given to him by history and honestly follow the trajectory known by Charles.

Humph, then you are lucky, poor king. He sneered in his heart.

He still had no respect for this extremely embarrassed old man, let alone any sympathy.

Charlotte in his arms was still trembling violently. Charles certainly understood how angry she would be at this moment, so he couldn't help but hug Charlotte tighter.

After feeling that the situation had basically stabilized again, Charles finally breathed a sigh of relief, then lowered his head and looked at Charlotte. And Charlotte just opened her eyes and glared at him, and the anger in her eyes seemed to be able to ignite his whole body.

Even so, Charles was still not particularly worried about what Charlotte would do to him. It was not because Charlotte had said something like "I won't do anything to you...", but because he knew Charlotte too well after years of dating.

Charlotte was talented and intelligent, but she also had feelings. Her rich feelings gave her faith and made her loyal to the Bourbon royal family who had already stepped into the coffin, but also made her unable to be cruel enough to do anything to herself.

At least Charles thought she wouldn't, and was willing to take a gamble.

Although he was a little nervous at the moment, he still hugged Charlotte tightly.

Fortunately, the thing he was afraid of did not happen after all.

"I will never, ever forgive you, Charles."

After hearing this, Charles secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

You are too emotional, silly girl... (To be continued.)