[Daughter of the Sea] English Fairy Tale

After some tossing, the night was already very deep.Mrs. Andrea carefully lit the candle. The honey-colored candle gradually melted under the high temperature of the flame, and the candle tears dripped down the silver candlestick and solidified.

"Cesar, you like Eve." With an unquestionable affirmative tone, "But I don't want to see a scene like last night again. After all, this is the palace of Denmark, and Isis, as the princess of England, her word One row is the object of attention of others.”

"It was my negligence, ma'am." César said softly, bowed, and moved gracefully.

"So, if you really like her, don't do anything that might hurt her." Mrs. Andrea's eyes were sharp and her tone was unpredictable, "Eve looks very shrewd, but in fact she You don't have too much scheming. And you have always been a smart child, I hope you won't disappoint Helen and me."

"Thank you for your suggestion, ma'am." César bowed gracefully, "I think I should go back and prepare the official documents I need tomorrow. Tomorrow I will submit His Majesty's credentials to the King of Denmark."

"Remember what I said." Andrea slowed down her tone and warned, "You should also go to bed earlier, there are still many things to do tomorrow."

The next day, Isis took advantage of her foot injury to steal half a day off.She asked Emma to help herself to the balcony outside the room to bask in the sun. The balcony with the lace parasols removed seemed much empty. Isis leaned halfway in the rattan armchair, resting her hand on her forehead lazily, Blocks sunlight that hits the eyes.Careful Emma put a thin blanket on her legs before leaving.

The afternoon sun shone warmly on her body, and Isis curled her mouth happily. Sure enough, being a diplomat is not suitable for her at all. As a technical nerd with ideals and aspirations, the highest goal of life should be to sit and wait for death = =.

On the other side, César and Mrs. Andrea had just finished meeting the King of Denmark.Obviously, he needed to give a suitable reason for his sudden appearance in the British embassy.On the way back, Mrs. Andrea was kidnapped by Emma, ​​who came out halfway. The reason was that Princess Isis wanted to eat cream muffins and puddings made by Mrs. Lia herself for afternoon tea.

Seeing the back of Mrs. Andrea leading Emma to the kitchen in a hurry, César smiled slightly: Isis, maybe I should visit you.After thinking for a moment, he walked to the corridor on the right.

Today, the servants of Hudsonburg are busy up and down, and there is no other reason - tonight is Princess Darlene's birthday party, and the queen ordered that the castle must be cleaned to be spotless.Along the way, César saw servants carefully scrubbing the floor corridors, the paintings on the walls, and the window sills and curtains.Looking down from the handrail on the second floor, the hall on the first floor has been furnished.He withdrew his gaze and continued to walk forward, when suddenly a whisper came from around the corner.

"Jones, you are bragging, the noble Princess Isis has no time to pay attention to your little maid." The laughing sound seemed to be mocking the other party's overestimation.

"It's true, the princess thanked me at the time." An unconvinced voice retorted.

"Okay, Renee, stop laughing at Jones." A third voice broke into the conversation.

"If you want me to say that Princess Isis is noble and elegant, even Princess Darlene, who has always been wayward, likes her very much. Maybe this British princess may become..." Although the voice was lowered, the speaker could still be heard Excited tone.

"Who knows, the queen and the king invited princesses from all surrounding countries to attend Princess Darlene's birthday party, maybe it was to choose a fiancée for His Royal Highness Angus."

"Okay, don't say a few words, be careful that Manager Bourne will know that you are talking about nobles. Spread out, go to work, don't be lazy."

César took a step back and hid himself in the dark, and came out only after all the maids had dispersed.Prince Angus and Isis, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

In Isis's room, Darlene was sitting next to Isis bored, complaining, "Oh, if sister Isis hadn't been injured, she could be my brother's dance partner."

"Now my brother is being courted by a group of annoying women..." Darlene pouted and said dissatisfiedly, "They are really annoying."

"Don't say that, Darlene." Isis pulled the thin blanket up and comforted her, "Now you should happily prepare for the banquet tonight."

"It's such a pity, Sister Isis. Are you really unable to attend the birthday party at sea?" Darlene asked, tilting her head and resting her chin.

"I'm sorry too. It's a bit reluctant to go to sea, but I will attend the palace banquet hosted by your father." Isis pursed her lips and pointed at her injured part helplessly.

Just as Darlene was about to speak, there was a rhythmic knock on the door.Darlene looked at the door suspiciously, "Who is it?"

Isis raised her voice, "Please come in."

"Cesare——, why are you here?" Isis looked at the door in surprise, and the black-haired and white-clothed César came slowly, with a slender and tall figure.

"Brother." Darlene looked directly at Prince Angus who was following him.

Someone was very satisfied with Isis's sudden visual impairment, "I'll come and see you, does the wound still hurt?"

"Thanks to you, dare to say it." Isis gave him a dissatisfied look.Because of the sun's rays, her face became flushed, and in the eyes of others, she looked like a spoiled child.

"Prince Angus, are you here to find Darlene?" Suddenly realizing her impoliteness, Isis hurriedly turned to Angus and asked politely.

There was an obvious sense of distance in the words, and Angus clearly felt the obvious difference in Isis's attitude towards himself and the earl in front of him.Although she was more polite to herself.

"Yes, I'm here to find Darlene." Prince Angus' eyes were deep, he suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, and politely answered Isis's question.

"It's getting late, Darlene. We should go back and get ready."

"Understood, brother." Darlene looked curiously at César, who was standing aside, a very handsome man, and made an evaluation in her heart.

"Have a good time, Darlene." Isis watched Prince Angus hold Darlene's hand and was about to leave, and added, "Prince Angus, you too."

"Thank you, Isis." The prince finally smiled, "I will come to see you when I come back, please rest well."

"Goodbye, Sister Isis." Darlene also waved to Isis happily.

"Eve, you seem to be doing well during my absence." César bowed down in a soft tone, keeping eye level with Isis who was sitting.

"As you can see, the two of us are each other." Here we go again, talk as you speak, can you not get so close, it will be difficult to breathe.Of course, Isis only dared to complain silently in her heart.Pretending to be calm, she stretched out her hand and pushed César away, then stood up.

"Is your foot okay?" César frowned and pushed Isis back on the chair, ready to check her sprain without worrying.

"Although it still hurts, it's okay to walk slowly." Isis said while grabbing César's arm, "So, my lord count, you don't have to lift the corner of my skirt anymore."

"You did it on purpose." César stood up, folded his arms and looked at the girl in front of him. "But I'm very glad that you didn't attend the banquet at sea."

"That's what you said. What Dr. Brian said was that I need to have a good rest." Isis slowly moved to the side of the bed, um, the soft bed was indeed comfortable.

"Okay, César. How can you let me go." Isis sat on the edge of the bed and twirled her hair with her fingers.

"Why do you say that?" César looked straight into the other's eyes.Isis has a pair of eyes as blue as sea water, and what is revealed in these eyes at this moment is stubbornness.

"Miss Asiria likes you very much, don't let me think about it, plus Baron William's daughter, and Duchess Ferdinand... I don't want to be a public enemy of women in London." Isis finally held back after thinking for a long time There is a reason.Do you want her to say that her highest ideal is to eat and wait to die, and she has no plan to marry in this life, especially men in this world.

Just when Isis was secretly complacent, César suddenly asked, "And then. This is your reason."

"It's not enough." Isis nodded sincerely. "This is a real reason than diamonds."

"You can continue to play dumb, and I can continue to wait." Wei Yang's tone was unhurried, and his eyes were determined.César walked towards the bed, "It's just when will you see your heart clearly."

my heart.Ha, what do you know, I always hope that I can go back to my era, with computers, mobile phones, airplanes, friendship between the two countries, and world peace has never been in the scope of my concern.I just hope that one day I wake up and find that this is a dream, maybe I can go home when I wake up from the dream.But I know that maybe this dream will never wake up.

"Are you crying?" César's slender fingers caressed Isis's cheeks, and when the cool fingers touched the tears that were still warm, her heart tightened suddenly.

"Do you know, the current you is really annoying sometimes." Isis wiped her tears indiscriminately, speaking with a thin nasal voice. "You were never like this as a kid."

"Isis, I have never changed for you." César's usual cold voice brought a touch of tenderness. He gently wiped away the tears on the girl's cheeks, and then kissed her before Isis could react. on her eyelids.

Isis closed her eyes and froze, she was being molested OLZ.But it feels really good to be cared about.It's just why my heart is beating so fast, and there is an indescribable strange emotion that is about to break free from my chest. Could it be that I really like it... It's really terrifying. Isis quickly cut off some confused thoughts, and she Really need to calm down.

"Cesar." Isis raised her head and asked solemnly, "I need to think about it."

"Of course, my princess." César held Isis in his arms, the corners of his lips slightly raised.