Flowers, Swords and France

When Charles walked out of the room of the Marquis de Léoran, it was already late at night. Usually there were not many people in this mansion. With the old Marquis and his personal valet going to Italy, it was even more quiet and frightening at this time. Only the quiet moonlight shone through the window into the corridor, making everything clear and bright.

Although Charles was a little tired at this time, he did not choose to go back to his bedroom to sleep peacefully, but leaned against the corridor, staring blankly at the complex patterns on the carpet in the living room.

He was thinking about what happened just now and what happened in the past. All kinds of thoughts were entangled in his mind, making people speechless for a while.

After talking with the Marquis, he became more and more worried about his sister's recent situation. Because he had been busy with official business recently, he hadn't talked to her for a long time.

Not only that, the words that the Marquis had just said, "Your words may be the source of her troubles." had been ringing in his ears, but he couldn't guess what she meant by this meaningful word after thinking for a long time, but he just felt a little uneasy.

Undoubtedly, Mary's suggestion of "You go and talk to her yourself" was the most practical at the moment, but Charles always felt very hesitant, because he was still unsure whether he would be treated coldly by his sister again - he had suffered from this cold treatment in the past few months.

Oh, forget it, who told me that I am her only brother?

After thinking for a while, Charles finally. The concern for his sister still overwhelmed the embarrassment. He decided not to go to bed yet, and took this rare opportunity to have a good chat with her.

After deciding, Charles immediately walked along the corridor again. Then he came to the door of Fran's bedroom.

Then he raised his hand and knocked gently on the door.

No response.

He knocked again, but still no response.

Did she fall asleep? Charles sighed in his heart, then turned around and prepared to leave.

At this moment, a slight hissing sound suddenly came from behind him.

Charles turned his head again quickly, and then was stunned.

The door had indeed been opened. Fran, wearing a pink cashmere pajamas, was standing at the door, looking at him quietly.

Maybe it was because she had just prepared to go to bed. Her hair had been spread out, swaying slightly behind her like a golden waterfall, and her fair skin looked even brighter in the moonlight, as if it was glowing with fluorescence. Her emerald eyes were like a bay of lake water. Clear to the bottom.

Because she was wearing a loose nightgown, Fran's beautiful collarbone was also fully exposed, and the line of sight slid down along the collarbone, and you could see that under the cover of the nightgown, the buds on her chest had also bulged slightly.

After all, she has grown up, and this girl is getting more and more beautiful! Looking at such a beautiful girl, Charles couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Seeing such a beautiful scene, he didn't say anything at that moment. And Fran just looked at him quietly, and for a moment, both of them fell into silence.

After a moment of silence. Fran finally asked.

"Sir, it's so late, what do you want to see me for?"

This question was very calm, even a little cold, coupled with a beautiful and expressionless face, enough to wake Charles up from the inexplicable beauty just now.

He did wake up.

"Ms. de Treville," he smiled slightly, trying to make himself more friendly, "Do you have time now? I want to talk to you..."

"No, I want to sleep, sir." Fran's answer was very straightforward, so fast that it was beyond his expectation. "If you have something to say, can you leave it to tomorrow?"

After that, she planned to close the door without waiting for Charles to agree.

This cold attitude swept away the good mood that Charles had accumulated with great difficulty, and even a faint anger rose. Whether it was from the heart or intentional, Charles was very dissatisfied with such a blunt rejection of his brother, and it even exceeded the limit of "the rebellious behavior of a girl" in Charles' eyes.

No matter what, I have taken care of you and cared about you for so many years, how can you be so unkind? Charles couldn't help but reprimanded in his heart.

Driven by this anger, he stretched out his hand to block the door that was being pushed forward, and then spoke to Fran in an extremely rare harsh attitude.

"I think this matter is more important, I hope we can talk about it now, okay?"

Although it was a question, his tone was completely that of a parent who could not be questioned.

The force applied to the door forced Fran to give up the plan to close the door, and she could only open the door again.

"Okay, since you think it is so important, please come in, sir." She said this coldly, and then turned and walked back to the room.

As soon as Fran returned to the room, she half-lay on her bed, and Charles took a chair from her dressing table and sat beside the bed.

The two of them suddenly fell silent again, each of them was thinking about something.

After thinking for a long time, Charles finally sighed softly.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not angry with you."

"I'm not afraid!" Fran seemed to have been electrocuted, the calmness on her face disappeared instantly, and she glared at Charles angrily, "If you want to be angry, be angry!"

"Listen, girl." Charles ignored Fran's reluctant resistance, "I'm telling the truth. I won't be angry with you because you are my sister, and I won't mind if you get angry with me. . However, this does not mean that you should not listen to this person's heartfelt advice... First of all, I want to tell you that you have grown up and no longer have the ability to ignore other people's feelings. Privileges, especially those of your elders. If you haven't understood this before, you can understand it now. You can be angry with whomever you like, and you can be angry as long as you like. But, you. You must listen carefully to the words of the person in front of you, because this person has loved and cared about you since you were a child. He has the right to receive this honor."

Perhaps because of Ciel's serious tone, Fran didn't say anything else. She just raised her head slightly and looked at her brother blankly.

"Don't worry, listen to what I say, I won't let you down." Maybe he felt too harsh, so Ciel used a half-joking remark to lighten the atmosphere. "Even the president and prime minister are rushing to listen to my words..."

After a moment of relief, Ciel spoke again. "I came to you today really for your own good. I know you are very unhappy now, so I want to make you happy again. Please believe that I want you to be happy more than anyone else... After all, you are happy again. What's wrong with that?"

Charles with his characteristic calmness. Continue to start your own analysis.

"First of all, let's take a look. Unlike most people in the world, you no longer have financial burdens. You have a few thousand francs of pocket money every month. Although this is not a very large amount, it is not a small amount either. At least it's much more than I did back then, and if you think it's not enough, I can give you more. Unless you want to build a palace all of a sudden, your brother can find a way to raise enough money to satisfy your wish... …”

"Do you think the bond between us is only about money?" Fran became a little angry, "Then I would rather you not give me anything?"

"Of course we can't just talk about money," Charles quickly comforted, "But first, you have to admit that at least in terms of money, you have nothing to regret, right?"

Fran lowered her head.

"Okay, let's talk about something else." Charles breathed a sigh of relief secretly, and then decided to pursue the victory. "I know that what makes you unhappy the most is my decision to marry Charlotte, but this decision, I have said it many times and will not change it again..."

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Charles steeled himself and refused to look at how terrifying Fran's face became at this moment.

"So at the end of the day, what can you do to forgive your brother for this decision? In other words, what do you want? Are you afraid that I won't love you anymore? No, I will always look after you, It won't make any difference because of marriage. Do you want future security? I said that I would never let you be bullied by Charlotte, let alone kick you out, and I would let you live like a princess. So... besides that, what else do you do? What do you want? Tell me, I can do it, and I will make you happy."

Fran still lowered her head and remained silent.

"Is there anything you can't tell me? That would hurt my heart too much." Charles pretended to be depressed.

However, there was still no reply.

Gradually, I don’t know how long the silence lasted. Even Charles felt that something was wrong. He was just about to ask again...

"Do you really want to know?" Fran suddenly raised her head, the softness on her face had been wiped away, and was replaced with terrifying determination, "Can you really give it to me?"

"Of course," Charles replied with great certainty, "No matter what, you are the sister I have taken care of growing up. How could I not try my best to fulfill your wishes? We are not a temporary family. Even if you..."

["Temporary Family" is a funny comedy created by the French playwright Brazier (1783-1838). It was performed at the Zaza Theater on July 5, 1831, and was performed many times later. 】

"I want you."

A sudden sentence interrupted Ciel's long speech.

"Um?"

"I want you." He repeated it again without changing his tone or tone.

Ciel looked at Fran in disbelief. "What?"

"I want you! You!" Fran shouted louder.

Charles was stunned. He looked at Fran as if he didn't know what she was talking about. "What do you mean?"

"That's right, I just want you, not your money, not your other things, but you!" As if she was risking her life, Fran stared at Charles closely, with tears of excitement in her eyes. Guang, "Yes, you have given me too many things since I was a child, too much, too much, too much, too much, so, so...so... So I can't live without you anymore! I...I don't want to see you bring in an irrelevant person and let her stand between us. It's absolutely not okay! Is there anyone in this world who understands you better than me? Help you? There is no one else, my brother! We should always be together, you promised me when we were young!"

Did I promise anything? Ciel's mind was in confusion.

His heart was beating wildly, but his brain was roaring, as if his entire thinking had been interrupted.

"I didn't want to tell you originally, but...but you came over to me and asked me, how can I still hide it?" Fran continued with a cry, "You said you could give me anything? I don’t want anything but you! Can you agree?”

What is this!

He suddenly stood up, his figure shaky, as if he was possessed by an evil spirit, and he no longer had the calmness of the past. At this time, his mind couldn't move at all, and even his thinking seemed to have been interrupted.

"Char... Charles..." Calls came from the distance, but they seemed to be very close at hand.

However, he seemed to have never heard of it.

Suddenly, he shivered and trembled all over. Then he turned around and ran out of his sister's room at a speed that was unimaginable to him. The speed was so fast, as if being chased by some ferocious beast. Then, he slammed the door and fled back to his room quickly.

He fled.

"As expected." A sigh with a wry smile sounded from the room he escaped from (To be continued...)