Flowers, Swords and France

As the morning sun slowly swept from the wall to the sofa, Fran finally finished her careful dressing.

Her long golden hair was parted in the middle and pinned to both sides, stuffed into a hat decorated with flowers. Her face was carefully dressed up, with a bright red in her whiteness, her lips were also painted bright red, and even her long eyelashes were tidied up. She looked like a grown-up woman.

Although the temperature was not very high, the blue velvet skirt had a low neckline, which fully revealed her fair skin and slowly developing figure.

At this time, her cousin tried desperately to make herself look younger, while women of her age generally wanted to make themselves look more mature. This change in mentality brought about by age would happen to almost every woman once.

However, since the morning, she had been looking out the window while putting on makeup. Although she knew that the person would not pass by the road outside, she still couldn't help doing so.

When she prayed silently in her heart for countless times, someone knocked gently on the door of her room.

When she heard the knock on the door, her heart was like the saying goes - "a fluttering deer", then she stood up, grabbed the hems of her skirts on both sides, trotted over, and quickly opened the door.

Yes, the young man standing at the door was her brother, wasn't he?

"Good morning, Miss Treville..." Charles bowed to his sister with a very gentle smile. "I'm sorry I'm late."

"You're finally here, sir!" With a smile from the heart, Fran gave Charles an exaggerated hug, "You're late today, I was worried that you would break your promise to me. I've never been to the British Museum, and I don't want to delay my trip because of you."

"Well, how dare I break my promise to you? It's just that I have a letter to return halfway, so I'm delayed. There's nothing I can do." Charles shrugged. "Delaying your trip is an unforgivable crime."

Since returning to London from the castle where the Duke of Wellington lived in seclusion, Charles himself felt that living alone in the palace was a bit too suffocating, so he often ran out during the day. Ran to his sister's place to play.

In the past few days, they have visited many places in this city together, and today they are going to visit the British Museum.

You can imagine how happy his sister is recently.

"Okay, since you are late, then we don't have to delay time." After hugging tightly for a while. Fran finally let go of her hand again and stood in front of Charles again, "I've packed it up, what are you waiting for? Do you want to eat something?"

After all, he is still a child, and he is so happy to think about going out to play, and Charles smiled in his heart.

However, when he was pressed on him just now, that material was definitely not something a child could have...After a moment, Charles quickly stopped his inappropriate fantasies.

"Well, I don't need to pack anything here. The carriage is downstairs. If you are ready, we can set off soon."

"Sir?" Just then, a call came from the corridor.

"What?" Charles leaned out of the door because he recognized the voice of his attendant and walked over.

Flan followed him out, but found that the attendant whispered a few words to Charles, and Charles waved him away.

"What happened, sir?"

"Charlotte wrote me a letter, and the messenger is here now. He said Charlotte has some messages to convey to me." Charles answered very concisely. "The messenger arrived at the palace and refused to wait for me there after learning that I was here. He ran here directly."

"Message?" Fran was a little confused. "Is there anything inconvenient to write in the letter?"

"Being by Her Majesty's side, there are always some words that are not convenient to write on hand." Charles smiled and made a gesture, then nodded to her and left the room. "I really have to give this messenger some reward later, he has worked hard... Don't worry, I will be back soon. Our schedule will continue as usual!"

When he turned to leave, the expression on Fran's face suddenly changed from sunny to cloudy - the name Charlotte always failed to bring her a good mood, not to mention that she came to disturb her at this time. She could only hope that Charlotte would not write all the nonsense in the letter and take up less of her time.

This time her wish did not fall through.

Charles' expression was very strange, as if he had heard something very strange.

"What's wrong, sir?" Fran looked at her brother with some curiosity, "Did Charlotte say anything?"

"She told me to write a letter immediately to call her back from the Queen no matter what method or excuse I used, because..." Charles paused for a moment, feeling a little embarrassed, "Because she misses me now, uh...she said she misses me too much, so she doesn't want to stay with the Queen for a moment."

Charles was very embarrassed and a little confused.

It’s not that he didn’t believe that Charlotte didn’t miss him - in fact, he was sure that Charlotte must miss him very much, but he didn’t expect Charlotte to ask him to take her back so directly.

Generally speaking, Charlotte is not such an emotional person. She is somewhat reserved and would never lower her face to plead with herself. At least she would not say such embarrassing words in front of the messenger. Unexpectedly...

Sure enough, a woman's thoughts will change after she becomes pregnant, right? He shook his head in his mind and sighed.

"It's really embarrassing to say something so disgusting in front of others!" Fran thought to herself.

"Isn't this not good? It might make Her Majesty the Queen unhappy..." Out of a very understandable psychology, she said deliberately, "Let her stay there first, she should be able to use it anyway. It won’t be long.”

"No, why do you do this? Since Charlotte clearly told me her request, she should be very urgent. Why should I break her heart?" Charles shrugged and expressed his differences. opinions.

He was in a very good mood, which could be seen from the smile on his face. "It doesn't matter. We have been trying to please Her Majesty the Queen for long enough. I don't need to kowtow to her anyway. Now my wife wants a real rest, so I will give it to her..."

Fran opened her mouth to say something more, but seeing her brother looking so happy, she had to swallow those words again. "Well, if you say so..."

After experiencing some sad lessons, she now doesn't dare to openly make her brother unhappy.

"Well, I'll write a letter later. Don't make Charlotte angry." Charles's spirit was very high, so he didn't pay much attention to Fran's expression. "What do you think is the best reason? Hmm... ...Well, let me just say that I miss her and the child in her belly so much that I go crazy. I have to ask the Queen to let my wife go back to this poor husband as soon as possible. Is this a good reason? I think no one wants to embarrass a young husband who is about to become a father, right? If you want to find fault, you probably can’t say anything.”

As he cheerfully explained, Fran's face became stiffer and stiffer. She felt her throat was a little blocked, but she still resisted the extremely uncomfortable feeling of vomiting.

They are going to be parents and they have everything they want, but I have nothing yet...

"Well, it should be a very good reason. Her Majesty the Queen will definitely allow it." She replied without interest.

At this time, Charles finally noticed his sister's unnatural behavior. And I quickly understood why she behaved this way.

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"Ah, I'm sorry." Ciel subconsciously apologized, although he didn't know why he needed to apologize.

After the awkward atmosphere lasted for a while, Ciel decided to change the subject, "Okay, do you have paper and pen here? I'll finish writing quickly and forward it to the messenger. Don't waste our precious time."

"I have it here. I hope you can finish writing it quickly!" Fran replied dully, and then found paper, pen and ink from the desk drawer.

Ciel didn't take her attitude seriously and nodded directly to express his thanks. Then he walked to the desk and sat down, picked up a pen and paper, dipped it in ink, and started writing.

His handwriting was very elegant. Fran originally liked to read it and copied it for many years (to the point where he could help answer letters). But today she didn't want to read it, but just walked away - because she knew there would be a lot of disgusting words in the letter, and she didn't know if she could suppress her anger after reading it.

She walked to the door and planned to wait in the corridor first, but when she walked outside the door, she found that her friend Mary was also walking towards this side from the corridor.

It can be seen that she has also dressed up. But it was not meticulous, as if it was just a perfunctory way of thinking to show off a close friend.

"Mary! You came just in time!" Fran waved happily, "Sir is already here, and I was about to call you. Let's go to the British Museum together today. I have long heard that there are many strange things in it. It’s something, haven’t you been fascinated by it for a long time?”

However, to her surprise, Mary did not think very excitedly, but her face was a little stiff, as if she had encountered something terrible.

"Sir...is sir here?" She replied in a low voice, and then gently peeked into the room.

"Yes, it's already here." Fran nodded first, then looked at her with some confusion, "What's wrong with you?"

Mary took two deep breaths and then stared at Fran seriously. "Sir, you may not be able to spare the time now. Someone comes to see you."

"Another person came to visit?!" Fran frowned angrily, "Why are these people so bad at choosing time? Do they have to make us unhappy to make them happy?!"

Mary did not answer, but looked at her, as if she wanted to see something from it, with a strange expression.

After a moment, she figured out why Mary's expression was so strange - few people knew that Charles would come here at this time. Given his status, if he really wanted to find him deliberately, he would make an appointment with his subordinates first - that is to say...

Are they here to find me?

Fran opened her eyes slightly.

At this time, she understood what Mary meant - although they were friends, after all, she had the responsibility and dared not violate it. If something like this happened, she had to report it to her brother, but she was not sure whether this was another new one for Fran. Conspiracy, so I came to her first to inquire.

"Listen, my friend, there's still time. If you knew this beforehand, tell me what happened. I'll think of a solution for you so that the gentleman won't be unhappy again." Mary said very seriously, "Really, I don't like you quarreling anymore, and I don't want you to do stupid things anymore..."

"But, my good friend, this... I really don't know what's going on!" Fran answered with a bit of a smile.

"Really?" Mary was still a little suspicious.

"Really!" Fran couldn't help but pat her shoulder, "You don't believe me? Okay, who are they?"

"It's an old woman and a young man, and they look well-educated." Mary's expression was still very strange. "They came to you specifically, and... they claim to be members of the Bonaparte family."

"Huh?" (~^~)