[Daughter of the Sea] English Fairy Tale

This concludes the conversation with Cecil.Isis was not so curious as to bother to ask where the prisoners were going.She knew clearly that even if she asked, César would not say anything.

The next few days passed very peacefully.There are almost no activities on the boat, and Isis is in a state of doing nothing more than eating and sleeping every day.Holding the gradually accumulated flesh around her waist, the girl was very distressed.

Just when she finally made up her mind to exercise actively for her health, the ship that sailed at sea for more than half a month had quietly sailed into the port of England.

In the [-]th century, the sky in London was still very blue, and there was no sign that it would have the name "Foggy City" in later generations.Knowing that the ship had entered the port, Isis came to the deck excitedly.Standing on the bow of the boat, you can clearly see the crowded and busy scene of the market not far away.

"I really want to take you to the British market, there are many interesting things there." Isis said to Cecilia enthusiastically, "Mother and father don't know, I went there secretly by myself."

"If I remember correctly, I was the one who took you there that time." Seeing the beaming look on the girl's face, César said lightly.

Isis, who was hit, tried her best to recall, er, it seemed to be true.

After a while, Mrs. Andrea hurried over, "The carriage to pick us up has arrived, Isis, let's get off the boat now."

"We're leaving in the carriage, and what about you?"

Hearing Isis's inquiry, César smiled and replied, "I will go with you. I also have something to report to His Majesty the King."

Mr. Albert, the butler of Buckingham Palace, was sent by Queen Helen to pick up the ship. Although Mr. Albert was almost 60 years old, he was still in good spirits.He looked happy to see Isis back safely.

"Welcome back, my lovely little princess." Mr. Albert opened the door for Isis. "Oh, this is...Princess Cecilia. The queen will be very happy to see you come back together."

"Okay, Grandpa Albert." Isis picked up her skirt and boarded the carriage, "Let's go back quickly, I haven't had lunch yet."

Hearing Isis's coquettish complaint, Albert stopped the next words.Then, he turned to César, who was at the side, and said respectfully: "I have prepared horses for the Earl, and His Majesty the King asked me to convey that you can meet him in his study."

After seeing Isis close the car door, César came to his horse and quickly got on the horse.He reined in the reins and rode his horse to the rear of the carriage.

After all the ladies boarded the carriage, Albert sat back next to the groom and ordered the carriage to drive steadily towards the palace.Behind the carriage was followed by the British royal bodyguard cavalry, who were mainly responsible for the safety of the carriage along the way.

Along the way, Isis' eager expression made Cecilia unable to help reminding: "Have you thought about it, how can you explain to Aunt Helen?"

It just so happened that she and Isis were arranged in the same car alone, and Cecilia was able to take the time to remind Isis when Mrs. Andrea was away.

"Explain what?" Following Cecilia's line of sight, Isis looked at her wrist which was covered by her sleeve.A row of ellipses suddenly appeared on her forehead, can she pretend to forget about it?The answer is obviously impossible.How should I put it?

"It's best to tell the truth." Seeing her cousin's pensive expression, Ceciria lightly uttered six words to confirm the matter.

That's the only way to do it.The girl who always believed in the natural straightness of the boat when it reached the bridge, patted her messy hair. She was about to see her mother, so she couldn't go wrong.

The carriage drove through the noisy streets towards the royal palace in Westminster.Along the way, two squadrons of cavalry dutifully protected the safety of the carriage.But what made Isis feel a little impatient was the woman's exclamation that kept coming from outside.

"Look, it's actually Earl Cesare."

"The Earl is getting more and more handsome. I really don't know who will be so lucky to be his wife in the future."

"Lord Earl, look this way. Ah, the Earl really looked at me, I'm going to faint."

"..."

Isis couldn't help but have black hair. She had only been away for more than two months. Since when has London become so unrestrained.Along the way, the only thing I heard was the woman making crazy voices to César.

Cecilia looked at the girl's darkened face with interest, and asked, "Seeing that the Earl is so popular, do you have anything to say?"

"Can I speak foul language?"

Cecilia folded her arms and looked at the girl with raised eyebrows.

"Then I have nothing to say."

There is no doubt that the British royal court is opulent.Even though Isis has spent many years here, every time she sees such a magnificent building, she always has a heart-wrenching feeling: it is too expensive.

There is a huge square directly in front of Buckingham Palace, and many statues have been erected on the square, the most notable of which is the gilded statue of Queen Victoria erected in the center of the square.

The carriage crossed the square without hindrance and arrived at the main gate where the royal coat of arms was hung.The main body of the palace is a four-story cube gray building. After arriving at the palace, César parted ways with Isis's convoy. He had to go to see His Majesty the King first.

Finally, the carriage stopped at the palace on the north wing of the palace.Mr. Albert got out of the carriage first. He opened the door and said to Isis in the carriage, "The queen is already waiting for you."

"Thank you, old Mr. Albert." Isis blinked and replied helplessly.

Albert has served the British royal family for many years, and all members of the royal family, including the king, respect him very much. No one really regards him as a servant.

But it's okay outside the palace, as long as it's in the palace, Grandpa Albert always can't let go of his dignity.Regarding this point, Isis was also very helpless.

Following Mrs. Andrea, Isis and Cecilia walked along the corridor to the queen's bedroom.Before entering, Isis heard her mother's familiar voice, "Siria, help me go and see again, Isis and the others should be here."

"Queen, I'll go right away. Be careful..." I don't know what my mother did, which made Siria yell, "In this position, no matter how much you lean forward, you won't be able to see the princess."

Isis pushed open the door anxiously. The scene inside surprised her a little. Helen was standing in front of the window with her back facing her, and half of her body was already leaning out of the window. Her movements made people shudder.And the servants beside him didn't dare to step forward and drag him.

So, I didn't think much about it.Isis hurried forward and pulled her worry-free mother back from the window.

Suddenly being dragged back into the room, Helen was still a little unresponsive.However, when she saw the person standing in front of her, she finally recovered and hugged Isis: "Welcome home, my Isis."

Although I was touched by her mother's enthusiasm, Isis was a little out of breath from being hugged.At this time, Cecilia on the side rescued her in time, "Aunt Helen, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Helen recognized the girl in front of her, she immediately let go of Isis, and happily stepped forward to kiss Cecilia's cheek.He gestured at the height with his hand and said, "Oh, dear Cecilia. It's been a long time. I remember the last time I saw you, you were only this tall."

"Mom, we haven't had lunch yet." Isis was so hungry that she couldn't take it anymore, she interrupted her mother helplessly, "Let's eat and chat, anyway, father is away, so there is no need to pay too much attention to etiquette."

Hearing Isis's words, Helen pinched her face with a smile, and said dotingly, "I've made Sheria get ready a long time ago. Let's go to the small living room next door."

Adjacent to the Queen's bedroom, next door is the small living room used to meet guests, and a group of people followed Helen to the table that had been prepared earlier.

Seeing the arrival of the protagonists, Sheria began to ask the servants to open the lids on the silver tray one by one.After the preparations were completed, Helen ordered everyone to retreat, leaving only Sheria to wait on her side.Seeing that the elders had already taken their seats, Isis, who had been hungry for a while, couldn't wait to sit in her seat.

"Andrea, Isis has really troubled you these days." Helen picked up the goblet, and gestured gratefully to Mrs. Andrea who was sitting beside her.

"Helen, don't say that." Madam Andrea also raised her glass with a smile, "You know, I have no children, and Isis is just like my daughter."

While the two sides were chatting, Isis was already enjoying herself.She looked up in a hurry, only to find that she was the only one who was eating seriously, while her mother and Aunt Liya were chatting and reminiscing about the old days, and Cecilia would interject a sentence or two from time to time, making the two of them laugh.

In the end she came to the conclusion that she had been completely ignored.But it doesn't matter, turning grief and anger into appetite, the girl eats more happily.

Noticing her daughter's silence, Helen turned to Isis to remind her to eat slowly, but her eyes were caught by the ornaments on Isis's wrist.She asked curiously: "Isis, is that on your wrist...a string of black pearls?"

Helen recognized it as a black pearl at a glance.But one thing she can be sure of is that no black pearl ornaments have ever appeared in Isis's jewelry box, so where did this bracelet come from?

"Ahem——" Frightened by her mother's question, Isis choked on the food she swallowed.She subconsciously wanted to cover her wrist, but this action made Helen even more strange.

She had been covering it up very well before, so even Mrs. Andrea didn't notice it. She didn't expect her mother's eyes to be so sharp, and Isis was a little troubled.

At present, only Cecilia knows about the origin of the pearl bracelet.When asked by her mother, not only Mrs. Andrea, but even Sheria beside her became curious. Are you telling the truth?Let's be honest!

The girl took a deep breath and said slowly: "This is the most cherished thing in Cesar... and I promised him that I won't take it off easily when I put it on."

"If this is your choice, I will respect it." Queen Helen became serious, "Cesar is a good child, but... the British royal princess is not so easy to marry."