Flowers, Swords and France

After Charles and his grandfather attended the entire coronation ceremony, they soon received news from home.

"What?" Charles was shocked, "She gave birth today?"

He originally thought that Charlotte would give birth in a few days, so he came to attend the coronation ceremony, but he didn't expect it to be today. When he thought that he was not by Charlotte's side when she was facing the greatest ordeal, Charles couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

There was a royal banquet in the palace next, but he didn't want to stay any longer.

"Grandpa, you can take my place in the rest of the activities today... I want to go back and see." He said to Marshal Treville next to him.

"How can I be interested in staying here on such a day? Let's go back together. Anyway, it's just a boring social event, just say a few words to His Majesty's servants," but Marquis Treville was no longer interested in staying, "Everyone will understand us."

Then, he looked at the person who came to report the news, "Is it a boy or a girl?"

"It's a boy, Marshal." The servant hurriedly replied respectfully.

"Great!" The old man almost cheered, then turned to look at Charles, full of excitement, "Child, you are a father!"

"If it is a girl, will you be so excited?" Charles asked him curiously.

"Same excitement, but in my opinion, the first one is best to be a son, and the rest is up to you." The old man patted Charles's shoulder heavily, as if to wake him up, "Let's go, don't waste time here!"

Then, as if he thought of something, he turned to look at the messenger, "Go to my house, inform my granddaughter, and then wait for her to celebrate together!"

Before Charles could speak again, he directly pulled Charles out of the Paris City Hall and got on the carriage.

Along the way, although he was still very calm on the surface, Charles' heart was already in turmoil.

Oh my God, from today, I officially became a father! Even though he had already had similar cognitions, when this day really came, he still felt an incredible feeling.

How should I be a father? What kind of father can I be? He kept asking himself, but he couldn't find the answer.

Maybe everyone has such doubts when they just become a father.

He kept looking around, but he couldn't see anything. He just felt that the carriage was too slow and wanted to fly back.

As soon as he got home, he rushed directly to Charlotte's room. Everyone on the way looked at him happily, but no one greeted him. Everyone understood the mood of a young man who had just become a father.

After entering the room, his eyes immediately focused on Charlotte lying on the bed. She was sleeping there with her eyes closed, and her face was terribly pale. Although he knew that she was safe, Charles was still a little nervous.

"How is she?" Charles whispered to the maid next to him.

"Madam is fine, she just fell asleep because she was too tired." The maid also answered in a low voice, and then as if to show off, she picked up the newborn baby from the side and handed it to Charles, "Sir, look, what a healthy child, very beautiful!"

Charles lowered his eyes and looked at the baby in her hand.

At this time, he had been washed, and the blood and other liquids on his body had been washed away. He was carefully wrapped in a swaddling cloth. Maybe because he was too tired to shout when he was just born, he was sleeping now and breathing very quietly.

However, although the maid said that he was very beautiful, Charles could not see the beautiful elements in this baby. He looked very small and wrinkled all over, just like the baby bird he had seen on TV before.

Charlotte and I are not ugly, why is he like this? Will he become ugly when he grows up? He suddenly flashed a trace of worry.

"Charles, what are you still standing there for? Hug him quickly, this is your son!" The Marquis of Treville on the side couldn't bear it anymore and urged his grandson who seemed to be in a daze.

At his urging, Charles stretched out his hand slightly, and then touched the baby's body, and then he immediately found that his strength seemed too great, so he immediately withdrew his hand. At this time, the child had been awakened, and then there was a shocking howl.

Charles stood there awkwardly, his hands suspended in the air, looking like he didn't know what to do.

Seeing his helpless look, everyone present couldn't help laughing.

"Really, he's already a father, but he's still like a child!" The old man laughed as he walked up and took the child himself, then rocked him gently.

Strangely enough, the child who had been shouting and screaming fell asleep again soon after being tossed by him.

The old man looked at his great-grandson with loving eyes. In this little baby, he seemed to feel a resonance from his blood.

He had only one son, and this son left only one son. God knows how many times he had faced the horror of extinction? This was the last treasure he could leave in the world.

"What a good child! He will definitely become an excellent person. Look how loud he screams!"

Although he didn't understand what the relationship was between the two, since the old man was so happy, Charles could only smile and agree with him.

"That's great, it's really great..." The old man sighed, gently stroking his great-grandson with his hand, and he didn't know what he was saying.

Suddenly he turned his head and looked at Charles, "You...you should work harder and have more children. You can raise them anyway. We can't just pass on the family line alone. It's too dangerous!"

"..." Charles didn't know what to say, but just smiled. The old man's words sounded ridiculous, but he could understand his intentions.

While they were still talking, Charlotte, who heard the conversation, also woke up.

"Charles." She called softly, looking very weak.

"I'm sorry... I disturbed you." Charles hurried to Charlotte's side, and then stroked her pale face lovingly, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

He kept apologizing, but he didn't know what he was apologizing for. Maybe there were too many things to apologize for.

"It's too late for you to say sorry now." Charlotte smiled weakly, "Then compensate me?"

"Well... compensate you." Charles' eyes rarely showed a little tear, and then leaned over and kissed him on the face, "Everything I can give, everything I will get, I will give you everything, everything! Thank you!"

How could he not feel grateful and guilty when a person loved him for so long and gave birth to a child for him? Especially, he did something so sorry... When he thought of this, he couldn't help crying.

On the one hand, he indulged in sensual pleasures and lived happily according to his own wishes, but on the other hand, he couldn't help but reflect on himself and feel guilty. People are indeed such strange and contradictory creatures.

At this moment, the door opened again, and Fran, wearing a white dress, appeared at the door, and then saw the scene of her brother kissing his wife in tears. Just at that moment, the severe colic made her almost unable to stand steadily, and she finally endured it.

The couple looked at the door.

"Ah, you're here!" Charles greeted her.

Charlotte just smiled happily at her aunt.

For some reason, this happy smile made Fran feel more uncomfortable than those mocking and malicious smiles back then.

"Well, I got the notice and came here right away. Congratulations, sir." She tried to ignore the smile and walked into the room, "Congratulations to you, madam."

"Thank you, I was wondering when you could come." Charlotte nodded and looked at her with interest, "I suffered enough just now, now I understand you a little, maybe you don't want to get married, don't want to taste that kind of terrible pain, it makes sense..."

"Take a good rest, you must have been exhausted just now." Fran avoided her slightly teasing words. Then she walked to the grandfather's side, looked at the child, and then, as if treating a treasure, she gently stroked the child with her hand.

This is her nephew. Although he is Charlotte's son, he is also the continuation of their family bloodline. She found that she could not hate this child at all, but only a little jealous. God knows how much she wants to taste such happiness.

"Okay, let's go out first and don't disturb them." The old man suddenly called her, and then took her out of the room, leaving Charles and Charlotte alone.

"Charles, I feel so strange." After they left, Charlotte laughed at Charles, "It really feels so strange. Obviously... I still remember our hunting and boating back then, as if it was just yesterday, but today we have become parents!"

"Yes, I have this strange feeling too." Charles nodded, "But I'm very happy, thank you, Charlotte."

"It's natural for a couple to have children, what are you thanking for?" Charlotte closed her eyes slightly, then grabbed his hand, "I'm so tired, I want to sleep a little longer, do you mind accompanying me?"

"No problem, I have nothing else to do, I can accompany you all the time today." Charles held his wife's hand tightly.

Charlotte closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth with her husband.

She was full of joy, but still felt a little incredible. In addition to excitement, she was still a little nervous, just afraid that she would not be a good mother.

"Our child will definitely inherit our advantages. He will be smart, clever and amiable. He will also abandon our shortcomings, especially he will not be as careless as you..." As if whispering in a dream, she whispered to herself, and then gradually fell asleep. Charles said nothing, just sat beside her and held her hand tightly, without moving.

The original text is available at 6 # 9 @Book/Bar!

At this time, the old marquis also brought his great-grandson and granddaughter to the small living room.

He kept holding the child and was reluctant to let go for a moment.

"It's strange, girl." He stared at the child and said to his granddaughter next to him, "Sometimes when you look at these babies, you will feel calm and feel that your life is meaningful after all."

"Did you think the same thing about your brother and me back then?" Fran asked in a low voice.

"Of course it's the same!" the old man replied loudly, "Son, I have been wandering around for so many years. I have seen all kinds of ups and downs, experienced all big scenes, and the emperor even awarded me a medal! So I am qualified to say, those Things are just smoke and clouds, only holding your own grandchildren and great-grandchildren in your own hands is truly meaningful."

Fran didn't speak. She just stroked her nephew gently, secretly agreeing with her grandfather's words.

"He will be called Clovis from now on." Then, the old man asserted in a low voice, "He is the heir of our family, and I want him to be worthy of this status. Really, kid, at this time, I am particularly afraid of death. , I really want to see him grow up..."

His brother, the Duke of Treville, named the child in his granddaughter Charlotte's belly before he died. If he gave birth to a boy, he would call him Clovis. Of course, he would ensure that his brother's last wish came true.

"You are still in good health. You can definitely stay until then." Fran quickly comforted the old man.

"Come on, no one can say for sure. I'm already this age. God knows when I'll be called by the Lord." The old man shook his head. "It's just one more day to live, and I don't really expect to realize my dream." Really. But to be honest, I'm not worried about Charles. Now he can stand alone. What I'm worried about is you, my child..."

"Me?" Fran was a little surprised.

"Of course, look at you...how old are you now, why are you still not in a hurry?" The old man sighed, and then looked at Fran's hand stroking the child, "You really like children, then Why not let yourself be a mother? Only after you start a family can you realize what true joy is. Think about yourself earlier. My child, I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of you for a few more years..."

Fran was silent. The old man's unreserved concern appropriately reflects the grandfather's love for his granddaughter and his fear that no one will take care of him after his death.

Maybe now is a good time to ask for forgiveness? She hesitated a little.

Since that day, she has been looking for opportunities to tell her grandfather her wish, hoping to get his approval and understanding. However, she has never found a suitable opportunity, so she has not spoken out.

Maybe you can try it today.

"I...I like children, and I also want to be a mother, but I...I can't just marry someone else just for this wish, right? Compared to this, I would rather...I would rather be alone all the time Go down." She replied slightly sadly.

"Hey, no one told you to just find someone!" The old man laughed, "Can't you just find someone you fall in love with or even someone you can accept to get married? I don't understand how simple it is. Why are you still struggling with this question for so long? Tell me honestly, do you have a sweetheart?"

"If there is one, it's not none now...it's just, you know." Fran sighed, "The biggest trouble is that I fall in love with someone."

Seeing her appearance, the smile on the old man's face slowly disappeared.

"What...what?" He raised his voice, "You haven't given up yet? Do you still...still want...?"

"How could I give up so easily, Grandpa." Fran lowered her head and replied, "Yes, I only have one person in my heart."

"You...you..." the old man became impatient, and then paced back and forth unconsciously, "I...I thought that a smart kid like you would be able to wake up after such a long time. You can understand the situation and know the general picture, but why can’t you figure it out? It’s obviously impossible, so why do you have to rush forward?”

"No... no, Grandpa..." Fran shook her head, "This is not impossible. My brother has already promised me... He has already promised me!"

The old man opened his eyes wide, with a look of disbelief on his face, as if he had heard something crazy.

"Really, he promised me! I begged him, and he promised me." Fran no longer had any scruples, "He said that as long as you agree, then...then it will be whatever I want. So grandpa, I Please, have mercy on me!"

As she spoke, she walked up to her grandfather and wanted to hold his shoulders.

However, she was immediately pushed away hard.

"This sperm-brained idiot!" The old man's face looked very ugly, and he suddenly cursed, "It's just fun outside, but actually...he actually put his idea on your head, no, no!"

"Why not?" Fran asked, "We are not related by blood..."

"That's just Edgar's one-sided statement. God knows if it's true!" The old man retorted to her sharply, "Besides, no matter if it's true or not, as long as you are still brother and sister in the eyes of the world, it will never work! Do you know why? Yes...it's just for your brother's future. If this happens, do you know how much trouble it will bring to everyone?"

"I... won't let others know, I would rather live in seclusion." Fran replied. "As long as I..."

"No, no!" the old man interrupted him rudely. "Anyone can do it, but he can't, no! Do you understand, no! Edgar is a bastard, it broke my heart, I managed to raise his son with great difficulty, but... in the end, you You want to put him in a dangerous situation because of your own willfulness, and put my hard work at risk! How can you be so willful! How can you be so reckless!

Then, his anger reached the extreme, and he handed the child in front of Fran.

"Look! Look! This is your nephew, he is your nephew! He was just born! He would have everything and become the heir of our family, but... in the end, you put him in danger. In this situation, his reputation will be ruined! You... look at him, can you say what you are thinking! "

"Child, I love you. How I wish I could have a child like you." Tears suddenly welled up in Fran's eyes, and she spoke to him word by word. "You will definitely be the kindest and smartest child, and you will definitely forgive your aunt, right..."

"You...you!" Veins popped out on the old Marquis's face, and he was obviously extremely angry. He really didn't expect Fran to say such words to his nephew without any hesitation or apology.

He was shaking all over, as if he was about to hit someone, but in the end he didn't make a move. He just controlled his emotions and regained his apparent calmness.

"No matter what you say, it doesn't matter. I don't agree. I absolutely don't agree! Unless you want me to die, don't do such an appalling and stupid thing!"

"You...you really can't be accommodating to us?" Tears fell from Fran's eyes.

"Absolutely not!" the old man replied resolutely.

Following this no-nonsense answer, Fran slowly raised her head and looked at her grandfather with awe.

"Then...then...I will break your absoluteness bit by bit. I know you don't agree with me, but I will still be stubborn until the day I die, because I have decided that I want to No one can hold me back! I will definitely let you bless me, even if it costs me my blood, my soul, and everything I have!” (~^~)