The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

The candlelight in this room was dim, but it was enough for Ivy to see the furnishings inside.

This place is a hundred times more gorgeous than the living room just now.It seems that she guessed wrong, the castle owner is indeed greedy and indulgent, and does not hide his special preference for luxury.

The bedposts are exquisite olive wood painted with white primer, decorated with intricately carved garland patterns, and the precious silk draperies are long drawn to the cashmere bohemian carpet laid, with the rich scent of cedar and patchouli drilled into the nose inside.

There are a lot of valuable gold and silverware on the granite wall. As long as the people in the room try to open the doors and windows, they will be resonated and make a huge collision sound, just like a specially set alarm.

Sure enough, after experiencing the movement just now, Ivy heard the sound of the door being opened from the outside.

An impatient female voice followed: "Stop making noise, it's best to be quiet here."

It sounded like a certain nanny, and Ivy happened to be facing her out of the window with her back. Because the room was dimly lit, the two were about the same height, so the nanny didn't seem to notice the difference.

She didn't answer, but picked up an apple from the tray at the corner of the bed and bit it down, pretending that she had no time to answer because she was intoxicated by the sweet taste.

"It's best not to make trouble for me." Seeing that the prisoner was silent, Mammy uttered the last sharp warning, and then closed the door heavily, causing another violent collision of those golden decorations.

The crisp shaking sound pierced the eardrums one after another, and the sweet apple she chewed made her suddenly think of the farmers on this land.

All the food they grew with their own hands was handed over to the British government, and only potatoes were allowed to stay.

To make matters worse, however, a disease called potato late blight quickly swept across the crop fields across the continent. Potato plants died in large areas like a plague, tubers rotted, and people lost their staple food for survival.

Ivy thought that her desire to become the ruler of this country was not just out of her own desires. She wanted to bring real freedom to her subjects, including freeing them from hunger, gaining the right to life as a human being, and having The right to be able to live and work in peace and contentment under the sun.

These should have been God's gift, but the latter did not bless this ancient continent, and it may have been forgotten long ago.

Perhaps, this country is waiting for their true god.

As she thought about it, she slowly put the eaten core back on the plate.

At this time, a "wow" sound suddenly came from the ear.The door was opened in an instant, and the light from outside came in slightly, reflecting a slender figure, and then she heard Mammy call out respectfully, "My lord."

coming……

Her keen senses were always on alert, and the corners of her mouth curled into a subtle curve.

The door was slammed shut, and the already faint candlelight was blown out by the gust of wind.Suddenly, the room was instantly enveloped in darkness, leaving only a little light from the snowy sky through the window.

The surrounding area was dead silent, only the breathing of the person coming and the sound of slowly approaching footsteps could be heard. Ivy held back her disgust and felt that the person behind her was approaching forcefully.

Within two seconds, she was quickly dragged onto the bed by a hand, without waiting for her to react.

Immediately, her whole body was pressed down, and in the darkness, she realized that a pair of cold and temperatureless hands were untying her neckline, and the movements were unexpectedly elegant, with a touch of gentlemanly tenderness.

"Lannister!"

The first pearl button was about to be disbanded, and Ivy suddenly called out his last name in the most delicate and sweet voice, which made him stop involuntarily.

He withdrew his hand, as if he had heard the abnormality of the voice, stood up from the bed in surprise, and then carefully looked at her face by the light.

"Miss Wellesley." He quickly recognized her face and sneered, "This game is not fun at all."

"But you came to the door yourself, your brother can't trouble me." He suddenly changed his expression, smiled, and called the nanny outside the door.

"Light a candle for the princess," he said.

Mammy hurriedly bowed to the order, and in a blink of an eye, the whole room was lit up again.

Ivy finally saw the real face of the devil.

It was very different from what she imagined, the rumored skinning devil was in front of her eyes at this moment, but it was not a middle-aged man with a ferocious appearance, but a handsome young man with a pale complexion.

His face was sickly white, almost transparent, and the blood vessels inside could be seen in his slender neck.

He was tall, with brown-blonde long hair draped over his shoulders, and his fingers were as long as a vampire, but he had touched the bloody heads of many people, and how many painful and begging struggles and wailings were reflected in his beautiful turquoise pupils.

The devil often dresses up as an angel to do evil. Ivy watched him quietly, with a calm face, and heard his smiling voice: "I saw the princess at a certain marquis's ball. You are still so beautiful."

"If I could have foreseen that I would become your people now, I would have taken the initiative to occupy the time of one of your dances."

He laughed aloud, "Since you choose to return to your home country now, the future will be long and we will have many opportunities to dance, won't we?"

"Oh, I'm extremely unambitious, and my only two hobbies are dancing and dressing up, and nothing more than gold coins and such. If you take the trouble to throw dances and dinners, I'd be more than happy to bother you."

Even if it was intentional, she pretended to be casual and happy, and gave the man in front of her a charming smile.

She looks enough like a vanity-seeking, shallow-minded woman, but she is the opposite sex that men usually admire most in this era. She doesn't need to have a bright mind or talent, as long as she is beautiful enough, she has a charming charm.

Of course Ivy knew this very well, so she quietly concealed her true heart, concealed the coldness and coldness in her eyes, and completely disappeared the calmness that makes people willing to obey orders, and only let men see the scarf on her face. Wearing a mask, paralyzing the opponent with a harmless disguise.

At this moment, the woman in his eyes is like a seductive iris with dew, quietly blooming against the dark night, but it has attracted the mind of Night Tour Satan.

But of course he is not a person who is easily addicted, so he also looked at her with a smile, "Return it to its original owner, please return the person you hid, Miss."

Hearing this, she blinked: "I came all the way from Great Britain, isn't it worth a little greeting?"

"Could it be that..." she continued, "the dignified Lannister family would be stingy with a little girl?"

"You're joking." Lucas looked at her with pleasant and polite eyes, "If you need a maid, of course it's okay to give it to you, I just don't like being robbed of what I have."

"It's me, wouldn't it be good?" Even though her whole body was tightly wrapped in the fabric of the clothes, without revealing an inch of smooth skin, her words were like a red thread, stretching out, in her sweet voice. The threads spread along the blood vessels and hooked the nerves in the opponent's heart and brain.

She has long been able to play this game with ease, and she doesn't even need to think about it. She can understand how to use eye waves and smiles to pull a man's soul just by inertia.

There is no doubt that she has a fatal attraction for Lucas Lannister.

Maybe there is deadly poison on the cherry lips, but he is still willing to pay a certain price in exchange for tasting the beauty of those lips.

The author has something to say:

I used some Game of Thrones settings...