Flowers, Swords and France

It was pitch black, nothing could be seen, consciousness was wandering in the darkness like a ghost, no light could be seen, and no boundaries could be seen.

In this darkness, everything seemed empty, as if even thinking had come to a standstill, nothing could be seen, nothing could be felt.

In this void, a voice suddenly sounded, the tone and tone of the voice seemed very familiar, what was it saying? What was it saying?

"What do you want? Are you afraid that I will no longer love you at that time? No, I will always take care of you, and it will not be different 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 of the house. I will let you live like a princess, and I will do what I say. So... besides that, what else do you want?"

The speaker's tone was very gentle, but full of confusion, as if he was at a loss for the person being asked. So familiar...

What else do you want? What else do you want?

This question kept ringing in my ears, gradually making my consciousness, which had been obscure, gradually become clear again. It turned out that he was the one asking the question, I remembered.

Then what else do I want?

Yes, I have answered, haven't I answered? What I want is...

Fran's eyes suddenly opened, and she returned to the real world.

She found that her whole body was soaked with sweat, but she didn't pay much attention to this problem. She first glanced around the surrounding environment, and then found that this was a completely unfamiliar environment for her.

It can be seen that the room has been carefully decorated by the owner. The wall is covered with purple velvet, decorated with light yellow silk, and hung with dark red tapestries. The window looks like a flower room, because the flower stand is full of pots of flowers. However, since it was already dusk, the light in the room was very dim, and Fran vaguely saw two antique red porcelain bottles on the fireplace beside the bed. There was a glittering silver cup between the porcelain vases, a golden clock next to the fireplace, and a thick velvet carpet on the table in the middle.

There were a few paintings hanging on the wall opposite her, and it was obvious that the frames had been carefully wiped.

It looked like a woman's bedroom, and judging from the furnishings, it was definitely not an ordinary farmer's family.

Seeing this, Fran felt a little relieved. She had suffered enough blows, and she didn't want to encounter anything more terrible at this moment.

Then she thought of a more serious problem: I have been missing for so long, will they be very anxious?

My brother will definitely be, as for Charlotte... I don't think so. Fran answered herself immediately.

When she thought of this, she couldn't help but become a little anxious.

"Is anyone there?" She shouted - but because she was still relatively weak, her shout was not loud.

However, she didn't wait long before the door was opened directly.

Fran quickly raised her head and looked at the door.

A middle-aged woman in a gray silk dress walked in.

Because she was facing away from the sun, Fran could not see her face clearly. However, under her very kind smile, Fran did not feel any malice, so she relaxed even more.

"Ah, Miss, you finally woke up, I was really scared..." She walked to the head of the bed and gently stroked Fran's sweaty forehead, not caring about the sweat on her hands. "Well, that's great, the temperature here has returned to normal... Hey, you don't know, I was really scared when I saw you sliding down from the horse's back just now!"

Now, Fran could see the lady's appearance clearly. She was a little thin and her face was a little pale, like a nun who had not seen the sun for many years in a monastery. Although her eyebrows were thin, there were already a few traces of time on the corners of her eyes. Her hair was light yellow. But it was mixed with a little gray. Although it was carefully combed, it still couldn't hide the old look of a woman after her youth passed.

However, even so, the lady's expression still had a touch of elegance, so that her beauty could still be preserved after being worn by time.

"Sorry, madam, thank you for saving me." Fran blushed a little, "I... I was because... I was because the horse was frightened and took me around, so, that's why... that's why it became like that."

"Hey, so that's what happened..." The lady nodded, indicating that she had understood what happened, and then stroked Fran's forehead again, "I said... no wonder. In the afternoon, I took the maid out for a walk, and I saw a horse rushing in, which scared us a lot! Then I ran over and saw you... Now it seems that you are fine, child, this is really great..."

Although the lady was a little nagging, which is unique to the elderly, the concern in her expression made Fran feel a kind of warmth in her heart, as if... as if... as if what?

"Is this your bedroom?" Fran suppressed her thoughts and asked in a low voice.

The lady smiled and nodded gently. Looking at the timid Fran, the lady smiled more gently.

"Ah, I'm so sorry, Madam!" Fran felt even more sorry when she heard it, and struggled to get up, "I'm covered in dust and sweating so much. Now I'm awake, please ask someone to clean up."

It was almost night, and Fran didn't want to trouble her benefactor because of herself.

"What a good child." Madam shook her head gently, "It's okay, you should rest for a while."

"No, I'm really much better now." Fran declined quickly, then slowly got out of bed and put on her shoes under the bed, "Besides, I have to go back early, my family is probably worried to death now..."

"What a good child." Seeing Fran's firm attitude, Madam smiled again. "Okay, if you insist."

Just like that, Fran got out of bed and put on her skirt again.

"We originally wanted to change your clothes, but we couldn't find anything that fits you, so we had to put up with you again," the lady said with a smile, "But it's okay this way. We are all old stubborn people here, and we don't know what the fashion is now. I'm afraid it won't suit you."

"What are you talking about!" Fran's face turned even redder. She lifted her skirt and bowed to the lady. "Madam, thank you so much for your kindness to me. Thank you so much."

"It's nothing, just a little help. Don't take it to heart." The lady waved her hand gently.

"By the way, I haven't asked you for your honorific title yet. Can you tell me, madam?" Fran continued to look at the lady and asked sincerely, "It's too late now. My brother must be looking for me anxiously. I have to go back early. But I will visit you with my brother later and thank you together..."

"You have a brother..." The lady raised her eyebrows slightly, as if she had completely understood something. "As expected..."

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"Hmm?" Fran was somewhat puzzled by the other party's attitude.

The lady smiled again, and then gently stroked Fran's forehead.

"If I'm not mistaken, I should call you Miss de Treville, right? You are the granddaughter of the Marquis de Treville, and you have a brother..."

"Hmm? How did you know?" Fran was even more surprised.

Even if she lived near Charlotte's manor, she couldn't be so familiar with the situation of the Marquis's family, right?

"How could it be that they are so similar..." The lady muttered to herself, but unfortunately, because her voice was too low, Fran didn't hear it clearly.

"Don't worry, I will arrange someone to go to the manor over there and inform your brother, so that he doesn't worry..." After a moment, the lady smiled again.

Hmm? Isn't it me who goes back?

Fran was even more surprised.

"Madam..."

"It's a rare visit..." The princess smiled slightly and made an invitation gesture, "Would you please honor me by spending some time with the old man to watch the sunset?"

Seeing that the lady had said this, Fran was of course embarrassed to refuse. She had to suppress her slightly anxious mood and nodded gently, "It's an honor, madam."

Then, the lady reopened the bedroom door and walked out slowly with Fran.

After leaving the mansion, they walked along the path to the garden next to it, and then came to a small pavilion together. The golden wooden chair was equipped with velvet cushions, and there was a beautiful semicircular shelf in the middle. Fran and the lady sat down together, and then raised their heads at the same time to look at the sunset in the distance.

At this time, the sun no longer had the power of the day, and turned into a golden fireball. Under the rosy clouds in the sky, it gradually sank to the horizon. The golden sunlight made the entire balcony seem to be stained with a hazy and illusory color.

"It's so beautiful!" Fran, who has studied art for many years, couldn't help but sigh at the scene, "It's a pity that my painting tools are lost, otherwise I really want to paint this scene..."

"If you want to paint, there are painting tools here..." The lady replied, and then gestured to the maid next to her. The maid immediately understood and walked back to the mansion to get painting tools for Fran.

"Thank you so much, madam!" Fran was overjoyed and stood up again and thanked her.

Then she laughed, "By the way, I still don't know how to call you..."

"The name doesn't matter, right?" The lady smiled slightly, "But if you really need it, then... just call me Madame de Cadiyan."

"Princess!?"