[Daughter of the Sea] English Fairy Tale

"Ahem, you..." The door was opened, and Mrs. Andrea stood at the door, blocking the eyes of Emma who was poking around behind her.

Seeing the posture in which she was embraced now, Isis could only think of one word - 囧.Immediately, he quickly broke free.

"Aunt Liya, you're here." He took two steps forward and took the silver tray from Mrs. Andrea's hand. On the three-tiered silver tray, from bottom to top, there were English muffins, cheesecakes and fruit tower.So many delicacies whet the appetite.The silver tray on which many desserts were placed was a bit heavy, so Isis had to hold it with both hands.

"Let me do it." Relying on her height advantage, César easily intercepted the tray that Isis took over, "Just sit and wait to eat."

Mrs. Andrea arranged the sumptuous tea, then took the teapot handed over by Emma, ​​and refilled the tea in the beautiful blue bone china cup in front of the three of them.Curly white hot air rose from the mouth of the cup, and the dense water vapor swirled and ran towards the ceiling of the room.

"Cesar, you will accompany Isis at the banquet tonight." Mrs. Andrea took a sip of the teacup and said. "Doctor Bryan said that Isis needs to rest early, and just send her back as soon as possible."

"Why? Aunt Liya, I can do it myself." Isis almost choked on the pudding in her mouth, she swallowed the food hastily, and opened her mouth to help herself.Before I think about it, I need to keep a distance from César, yes, keep a safe distance.

"Your feet are still not in good condition. With César taking care of you for me, I will feel relieved." Mrs. Andrea explained with a smile, "Besides, there will be too many people, so it will be difficult for me to take care of you."

"Then, all right." Isis took a bite of the muffin discouragedly, and she agreed against Mrs. Andrea's loving gaze.

"I will take good care of her, please rest assured." César raised the corners of her lips, and carefully pushed the plate containing the fruit tart on her right hand to Isis.Isis has looked at this fruit tower several times since just now.

"I'll just eat muffins." Seeing César's smiling eyes, Isis took the plate awkwardly, "Okay, thank you."

After the afternoon tea time, Mrs. Andrea began to urge Isis to change her clothes. The corset tied her waist and she was a little out of breath. ah.Usually, Mrs. Andrea does not insist on Isis's attire, but because envoys from various countries will attend the banquet today, they cannot lose the etiquette of a big country.

Isis looked at the girl in the mirror, her long light chestnut hair was coiled up with a pearl headdress, the brilliant diamonds lined her delicate collarbone, her slender waist, complicated decorations, luxurious fabrics, and fine tailoring.Well, I really don't look like myself, what kind of virtues did I accumulate in my previous life, Isis murmured to herself.

"My little princess, you are really beautiful." Mrs. Andrea bent down to adjust the hem of Isis's skirt.

"Madame Andrea, Count Cesare is here." Emma packed up the extra jewelry and put them in the box. "Do you want to let the Earl come in?"

"Well, let him in."

"You are here, César." Mrs. Andrea took Isis's hand and walked to César, then handed Isis's hand to him. "Tonight, Isis will be handed over to you."

"Yes, ma'am." César smiled slightly, "You are really beautiful today."

Isis glanced at him sideways, and had to admit that most of Cesare's looks were inherited from his mother. The handsome appearance combined with the seemingly innate elegance made him really flirtatious.

The Hudsonburg Hall is exceptionally gorgeous, and tonight will gather nobles from the upper class of Denmark, as well as distinguished guests from diplomatic missions from various countries.The long tables used for banquets have been filled with food from various countries to ensure that the different needs of the guests can be met.

Mrs. Andrea just sent a young noble woman who came to get close, "Isis, let Cesare accompany you to rest there for a while."

"Well, Auntie." Isis rubbed her facial muscles that had stiffened from laughing, and there was a dull pain in the sprained area, as expected, she still couldn't stand for too long.

The sofa in the corner is just covered by decorative plants, separating the noisy crowd.Isis sat on the soft sofa, bent over and kneaded her sore calves, so tired.

"I'll bring you some food. You just sit here obediently and don't wander around." César pushed Isis's messy hair from the sideburns behind her ears, and gently urged her.

"Understood, I'm not a child." Isis dodged it with a blushing face, as expected, her psychological quality was too poor and needed to be strengthened.

The waiting time was a bit boring. Isis observed the crowd at the banquet through the blind spot of her sight. According to her nerdy personality, it would be nice to stay on the bed now.How could César take such a long time? Fortunately, she had already eaten a lot in the afternoon. Isis rested her chin in boredom and unconsciously tugged at the ribbon on her skirt.

"Master Earl, why didn't you accept my invitation. I can introduce you to other nobles." The sweet female voice came to Isis's ears.If there is a situation, she looks excitedly in the direction of the sound.

"It's not necessary, thank you for your kindness. Princess Margaret." César refused coldly.

Isis's first reaction was, wow—a beauty; the second reaction was, did the beauty fall in love with César? !The first thing to do is, please don't come here.

Gloves made of black lace and metal beads are full of eclectic style.Holding a goblet in her hand, Margaret pestered César all the way towards Isis.Sure enough, butterflies came after only a short while, Isis lowered her eyes and thought.

"Eve, are you hungry?" César didn't intend to introduce the other party at all, "I was delayed on the road, so I brought you your favorite dessert."

"Who is this?" Margaret covered her lips and looked at Isis with a coquettish smile, but it was César who asked.

"I'm her fiancé." César gently wiped away the debris from the corner of Isis's mouth, and the beautiful phoenix eyes flashed a bit of sharpness.

"Ahem, I—" Hearing this irrelevant answer, Isis swallowed the food in her mouth with difficulty, and was just about to speak.

"Hehe, Earl, are you joking? In terms of body and beauty, I am much more beautiful than this lady in front of you." Margaret looked at Isis and said with disdain, "In terms of status, what I can give you More."

"Princess Margaret of France, your lover, the Duke of Franz, is not with you, so you have time to pester us?" Isis stood up gracefully, and looked at Princess Margaret with a sincere voice. asked.

"This time, the wife of the Duke of Franz is also visiting Denmark with the envoy. I have heard that the duchess is not a character to be trifled with." Too lazy to look at the face of the person opposite, Isis stretched out her finger and pointed at her own. Chin, he said in embarrassment, "Tsk tsk, I don't know when I will accidentally say something, it will be miserable..."

"You, you—" Princess Margaret breathed unevenly, and her half-exposed plump breasts rose and fell with her panting.

"How dare you be so rude to me, I am the first princess of France, be careful with your head..." Princess Margaret squeezed the goblet tightly in her hand, as if Isis could not keep the goblet if she said one more word The wine in the glass will not be poured on her.

"This is Hudsonburg in Denmark, not the Palace of Versailles in France." Césaire pulled Isis behind him, a trace of displeasure flashed across his handsome face.

"Eve is tired, I need to take her back now. Princess, please do what you want." Before Isis could react, he took her hand, "Does your foot still hurt?"

"One more thing." Isis tried to move her ankle.

"Then there is no way. I'll work harder and take you back."

"Hey, you—" whispered, and in a blink of an eye, the person had been hugged, and her feet were off the ground, feeling that she lost her balance. Isis had no choice but to wrap her arms around César's neck, and leaned against his arms inside.

Ignoring Princess Margaret's angrily trembling reaction, César passed by her with Isis in her arms, and left the noisy banquet along the side corridor of the hall.

"Don't you need to tell Aunt Liya?"

"I've told Mrs. Andrea in advance, don't worry."

"Well, you've always been more thoughtful than me."

"It's good to know."

Cecilia, who had been standing at the corner and witnessed the whole process, drank the wine in the glass with a smile.There is a sly look in the eyes, Anaritasia, I have found you at last, my dear sister.This time, I won't let you get hurt again.It doesn't matter who that person is.