Infinite Throne

Madam Rose woke up from the palace, a little cold.

It was almost dawn, and the new rising sun was reflected in her clear pupils, and everything was full of hope.

There was a bouquet of roses in Madam Rose's bosom, stained with the morning dew, delicate and beautiful, everything last night seemed to be just a dream.

She heard the sound of plants branching, and the blood vessels in her whole body were like plant roots, hardening rapidly, drawing blood and sending it to the heart.

There was a blood-colored flower seed, which sprouted and grew rapidly. The sharp thorns pierced Madam Rose's heart from the inside out, and a weak flower bud finally appeared, stretching its leaves in the cold wind.

It quickly became strong, and its color changed from light pink to bright red. Mrs. Rose's body paled quickly, like a faded painting, losing its color.Maybe she can't get rid of the flower seeds, and she will support a unique flower in the world with her beautiful skin.

But there was still a baby conceived under the influence of the power of the evil god in her belly, and when she suddenly found out that the rations had been robbed, one could imagine her anger.

Mrs. Rose could hardly control her actions, and directly tore off the rose growing in her heart.The flower branches and roots had spread all over her body, and the unspeakable pain made her pale and trembling.

Looking at the bouquet of roses in her arms, she developed a strange appetite and ate the blooming roses.The pain subsided, the scars disappeared, and she was healthier than ever before, and her abdomen also calmed down.

If it weren't for the rose that grew from her heart to maintain a budding attitude, she would definitely think that all this is an absurd illusion.

Mrs. Rose took the rose and returned to the palace where she always lived.In fact, she was a little against this flower, but she couldn't lose it.

"Many nobles have disappeared, including His Majesty the King..."

The rest of the nobles came to the palace and had different opinions.

Mrs. Rose has been washed and dressed, and she has become younger, like a girl, with an unspeakable attractiveness.With tears in her eyes, she looked beautiful and weak, and said sadly:

"They were inspired by the gods and will serve the gods forever."

"His Majesty the King's last wish is to pass on the throne to the child in my womb. I hope you can help me."

There is no unified noble in the country, Andrew's descendants withered, and the most beloved younger generation also disappeared.After weighing the pros and cons, everyone decided to make Mrs. Rose the queen, and her unborn child would be the next master of the kingdom.

Delicate and fragile, she's an excellent candidate for a puppet.There is also a beauty that can overwhelm the country and the city, and no one wants to kiss Fangze.Unable to monopolize her, she was simply allowed to live in the palace.

The remaining nobles secretly develop their power, hoping to become the new king one day in the future, and have a beautiful queen openly and aboveboard.

Mrs. Rose is like a canary, perched in a gorgeous golden cage.Her beauty is highly coveted. In the new coup, the beautiful queen killed the usurping nobles, seized power with iron and blood, and became the queen.

There is a budding rose in her crown, which has been like a day for decades and has never faded.The daughter born to Queen Rose inherited her beauty, and later became the new king, dominating the surrounding borders.

Many years ago, the day that King Andrew and many nobles disappeared was recorded by the historian as the night when the gods descended.Since then, bards have made up countless stories, which are widely sung.

It is said that the god who descended had long silver hair like moonlight and eyes brighter than rubies. He gave Mrs. Rose a rose to protect her for the rest of her life.

What is the truth about the night of the divine descent, has gone with time.Under the rule of the two queens, there is peace in all directions and a good harvest every year. The night of the god's descent becomes a day of celebration. Every year at this time, the people will sing and dance to commemorate the god who did not leave the name of the god.