The Legend of Fatality

In the early afternoon of the third day, the ship sailed into the dock of Somerset, Burtania. As soon as the rope was fastened, Catherine stepped onto the deck and scanned the crowd. Peverly walked over to her and said, "Sister, you left your cabin too soon."

"I have been locked in that box for three days. I really want to see my new country."

"And your newly-wed husband." Peverly added.

"Really." Catherine looked at all the people on the shore. There are many young people who are well dressed. Some skin is very dark, and some skin is very white. A very high. There is also a big fat man. "Which one is he?"

Peverley's eyes glanced. "I can't see him or his pennant."

"But I think he should see me here," Catherine couldn't help answering. "It's too difficult to organize a wedding, isn't it, brother? So much to remember, so it's easy to forget something ... like the groom."

Peverly approached her and growled and said, "I haven't forgotten anything, nor will I forget."

However, although it was fun to stimulate her brother, Catherine was surprised to find that she was disappointed that her future husband did not come to greet her.

The people on the ship had set up a walkway leading to the pier on the shore. The captain and two of his officers salute wisely, and a person wearing a Bill Pali costume walked into the ship and bowed deeply.

"His Royal Highness, Sir Roland-Hope. His Majesty the King's Ambassador to Burtania." He smiled at Catherine. "I hope you have a pleasant journey."

"I'm afraid I'm not suitable for sea travel." Catherine replied.

"Okay, I don't think you have to make such a trip anymore. Burtania is now your home."

"Really." Catherine didn't bother to smile.

"Where is Prince Lotel?" Peverly interrupted him. "He should be here."

"Prince Lothal asked me to apologize to him. He was a little uncomfortable and decided to stay at Lancaster Castle to ensure that he could fully recover and attend the wedding."

"A little uncomfortable!" Peverley growled. "More like he is too lazy to spend a few days riding to meet his wife."

Catherine's face was tight. Does he really care about her so much? This is not a good sign for their future shared life.

Sir Roland smiled apologetically. "On the contrary, Prince Lotel has arranged for Princess Catherine to go to Lancaster Castle, and the main towns along the way are all included in the journey. And the prince is not comfortable, this seems to be the best choice."

Peverly said angrily. "This is not the agreement we reached before." He suddenly seemed to want to understand the key. "Oh, **** it! This is King Charles' arrangement, right? We have agreed to go directly to Lancaster Castle before. We all agreed that he called all the lords of Burtania there."

"That will definitely happen, Your Highness." Sir Roland comforted. "When we arrive, the lords will be there. I can assure you that no one will miss that day or the wedding itself. People are very excited about this. However, I will first introduce you to the dignitaries on the shore and then, we I started marching towards Lancaster Castle, through the most beautiful countryside. For the nobles of Burtania, trying to get the chance to entertain you is almost a game. "

Catherine straightened her waist. Whatever the real reason for Prince Lotter's absence, she must seize this opportunity. Peverly could no longer lock her in her hut. This is her chance to impress.

Prior to her own wedding, Queen Valeria had made progress through the events she organized, which attracted crowds and people to her. Catherine wants to make sure that someone sees her and that people talk about her.

"It will be a good opportunity to visit this country. We should organize celebrations every night," Catherine said.

Sir Roland turned to her. "Good idea, Your Highness. The Burtanians ... At least a part of the Burtanians, like the Somersets like to party. They will be happy to celebrate your arrival." Sir Roland looked to the shore. "Oh. The ball has already begun. This is a demonstration that can bring you happiness."

Catherine saw a group of people jumping around, not so much dancing, but rather acrobats. She smiled. "I heard that some men in Somerset in Burtania like dancing. This is a refreshing change from hunting or fighting."

"They use dance to show their athletic ability and strength. It now has a very mature system. If you want, I can arrange your servants to go to class."

Catherine smiled. "What a delightful suggestion! I really want my brother to experience it."

Peverly made a strange expression. "There is no need."

"Your Highness, are you already an accomplished dancer?" Sir Roland asked.

"As a man, if his talent must be shown like that, that is to say he has no talent at all, jazz."

Sir Roland lowered his head, but Catherine could see him laughing. However, when he raised his head again, his face was blank. "So. Should we start?" He pointed to those dancing. "Are we going to face them bravely?"

Catherine felt a smile on her lips. She never thought she would be so happy in Burtania, but now she began to realize that it might be fun. She followed the ambassador and Peverly ashore, and Noyes and her maid followed.

Catherine found in horror that going ashore was like walking across a rickety bridge. She walked wobbly, Sarah grabbed her arm, but Catherine gently broke free of her. Noyes can see every weakness in a person, and she is determined not to let him see any weaknesses.

Catherine was introduced to a group of people in a series of smiles, bows and kneeling. To her surprise, everyone looked so different. Everyone in Bill Barry has pale skin and light hair, but the skin color here ranges from black, brown, gold to white, and the hair is almost all the colors of the rainbow.

Catherine can map many of the names she learned before her trip: Earl Cole, one of the advisers of the Duke of Somerset; Theron cognizance, Duke Somerset's distant cousin; and local tycoon Faro Lord, he is trusted by the Duke of Somerset. Lord Faro took her with Sir Roland and Sarah in a carriage and began her next journey.

Peverley, Noyes and their people have already mounted their horses, and their horses are already in front. Catherine had to admit that the people under Peverley looked impressive, and their armor shone in the sun.

In front of her carriage, there were ten people riding on horsebacks, each holding a long spear, the spear head flashing silver, and a green pennant was inserted under it.

The most striking thing is that the green of the pennant matches everyone's green hair, and the back and sides of the hair are cut short ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but the top is left longer. Catherine read about the custom of Somerset. Men here show their loyalty to their leaders through their hair color, but understanding hair color and seeing hair color are two different things. The green color exactly matches the badge on Lord Faro ’s jacket.

"You have seen Lord Faro's green space," commented Sir Roland.

"It's obvious, sir. I have heard of Somerset's custom of dyeing men's hair, but it is more dramatic than I thought."

"Do you know the origin of this tradition?" Sir Roland asked. "This dye is to ensure that the soldiers will not change their positions during the battle. This happened in the united war in Burtania many centuries ago. Of course no one is going to fight now."

"Although Bill Bally's soldiers are stationed on our land and Bill Bally's warships are docked in the port, this does not provide peace of mind," Lord Faro said briefly.

Catherine moved in her seat. Sir Roland said that everyone was very happy to see her, it seems that it was an exaggeration ...

The ambassador noticed her embarrassment and tried to calm down the situation, saying: "Lord Farrow ’s green team is very appreciated. But I believe this is not the only reason why people want to join your team, lord."

"My team is always full, and my people are the best," Faro replied, looking at Catherine.

"Even better than Prince Lotel?" Catherine asked happily.

Lord Faro's complexion turned bad. "Prince ... Of course, the prince has an elite army." Then the Lord said sourly. "It belongs to his father rather than him. Lord Lotaire ... the prince is more known as the best swordsman in Burtania than the commander."

"But everyone likes him," Sir Roland murmured.