The Legend of Fatality

Catherine was exhausted and exhausted, but she was relieved and excited. For her and her clothes, everything went well. She wears it every day and wears it tiredly on the saddle hour after hour. But all the people who were worth it seemed to put her down.

The weather is also good for her, warm but not hot, and no rain. In order to accommodate the growing number of followers, she moved forward slowly and steadily. The horse she was riding was large, beautiful, and quiet, and it was picked by Lord Roland from Lord Faro ’s stable.

The trumpeters in the team were also very well chosen. They played loudly, but not harshly. Sir Roland also personally participated in the selection. He chose the trumpeter based on the appearance and performance of the trumpeter. They are all young and handsome guys. They walked in front of the parade, so when Catherine arrived, the crowd had gathered.

Of course there are dancers in the team, and Sir Roland managed to find the most beautiful dance company once again. When Catherine commented on their looks, Sir Roland replied with a smile: "Since you can have beautiful things, why do you have ugly things?"

The crowd along the way was very crowded. The people here in Burtania like to party, which Catherine soon learned. Every night there was a banquet, and every day the road was filled with people celebrating her arrival. Young and old people ran, stared, pointed, waved, and the children jumped up and down excitedly.

That morning, when the convoy arrived in the town of Woodville, a little girl standing on the steps in front of the bakery shouted, "I love you," and she blushed, covering her head with her hands. Catherine held a beautiful and delicate little flower branch with many small white flowers on it, forming a round head. She rode the horse to Nia and said to her, "Give the flowers to the girl," remember to add a sentence: "Speak in Burtanian."

Catherine watched Nia ride her horse to the girl, handed her the flower branch to her and blessed her. The maid then said, "Thank you, Princess Catherine."

The story spread quickly, and soon, more girls and some boys also shouted, "We love you"

Catherine smiled gracefully and sent more flowers. They slowly walked forward on horseback, and Sir Roland handed Catherine a flower again.

"Fortunately, it went crazy all the way to Lancasterburg," he said. "But I started to worry that by the time you get married, there will be no such flowers anywhere in Burtania."

Catherine smiled. "I don't want that."

"You did well, Your Highness. Although I'm not sure if your brother appreciates your efforts." Sir Roland gestured slightly in the direction of Peverley.

Catherine glanced at Peverley. "Well, at least he looks smart."

Peverly's horses, people, and weapons are all beautiful, shining in the sun. Her brother rode in front of Catherine's entourage, and Noyers stood on his carriage as usual, watching everything closely. Peverly ensured that the team could keep moving. He made up his mind not to delay their time to reach Lancasterburg, and complained angrily that Catherine deliberately slowed them down.

He was right, but this time Peverly's power was limited. He could keep his soldiers clear of the road, he could insist on leaving early in the morning, but he could not control the crowd or their determination to see the young princess.

"I must thank you again for your help, Sir Roland," Catherine said. "All this is possible through you. But I have been thinking about other things I want to do, and I need your advice."

"I listen to you, Your Highness."

"The color that represents me now is white. Is it possible to arrange for my own people to dye their hair white? I am not referring to soldiers, but actors, dancers and musicians."

Sir Roland clapped his hands. "Good idea, Your Highness. This will greatly increase your reputation. I have to say that only the most powerful nobles will show their colors in this way, and no other woman will do so."

Catherine was happy, but very cautious. "I have no reason not to do this, right, but it will not offend the prince or the king?"

"Prince Lothal and King Charles don't care about hair dyeing. In fact, this is just the custom of the Duke of Somerset. Although some people imitated it in other places, Burtania does not generally respect hair dyeing. "" Sir Roland finished, noting that Catherine's expression seemed a bit worried.

Sir Roland continued to explain. "His Royal Highness, the fact that other dukes’ collars do not dye hair is not that they are not really interested in this kind of thing. This is purely for economic reasons. If you have many soldiers and their hair is still growing, then hair dye for them may be Very expensive. "

"I can find money," Catherine said thoughtfully. "But can hair even be dyed white?"

"I think so. We will transform the dancer's hair tonight and judge the effect. You are really changing the fashion, Your Highness. Reports from Betford say your skirt has been copied, Betford's The Spencer family is the largest wool and textile supplier in Burtania. Very few people wear white clothes before you come because people think that white is too simple. "

Catherine smiled. "It seems we are all studying."

The next morning, when Catherine was wearing clothes, Peverly came to her bedroom.

"Can you be ready on time," Peverley complained.

"I have been busy." Catherine replied absently.

Catherine has been calculating how to repay her debts. She needs money. Since arriving in Burtania, she received a lot of gifts horses, shoes, cushions, laces, fans, feathers, wine, and even some books, but all she needed was money.

"Buy to decide which clothes to wear," Peverley sneered. "Or dye hair"

"It is my men who dye the hair, not me."

"This morning I saw them bouncing. They looked ridiculous." Peverly continued to sarcastically.

"I think they look great. Well, I think this white is a little too yellow now, but maybe that's just the issue of last night's fire. If we can match a little blue, they can match Luotai better. Prince Prince ’s men are gone. "

"Sister, what effect do you think your performance can achieve besides seeming ridiculous?" Peverly didn't believe Catherine at all, thinking she was more like a girl's nonsense.

"Happiness. Joy. Joy. Things you have never appreciated."

Peverly pouted and turned to leave. "If you can leave once on time, I will be very happy, very happy, and very happy."

"Before you go, Peverley, we have one more thing to discuss. I need money to buy clothes."

Peverly turned around. "You have clothes."

"It seems I need more."

"No to me. You are dressed, are you?" He leaned over and grabbed the hole in her dress. "Although barely. You like to show your body, isn't it, sister"

Catherine took a quiet breath. "I'm following the fashion of the Burtanians. Adapt to the environment here. Just like I said, try to be like them. If I were to wear the same clothes every day, it would have a great impact on my father's image. This would Make him look poor ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It seems that Bill Barry is penniless. At least I need a new wedding dress and a new dress for the maid. I heard that Prince Lothal is very picky about fashion. "

"Then he can buy you a dress."

"Sir Roland told me that Prince Lotel listens to our progress report every day. I do n’t want the prince to be disappointed to hear that I wear the same dress every day. If my marriage is delayed because of the lack of a few pieces of clothing, it should be What a pity. "

Peverly hesitated and whispered, "Then you will get your clothes. But you better make sure they are the best. If Lotel rejects you because your sleeves are cut incorrectly, you will"

"what"

"You have to explain it to your father yourself."

Catherine smiled barely. "Well, I guarantee these clothes are the best. Of course, this means they will be more expensive."

Peverly's mouth became a thin, hard thread. "of course."

When he had finished speaking, he turned around and strode out.

Catherine let out a trembling breath.

"The prince really kept asking us how we are going," Sara asked.

"I don't know," Catherine replied. "If I were him, I would, but I don't think I know what he thinks."

What she did not say in her heart was that she began to worry that the prince had not sent her any form of communication without a letter, or even a token. Whether he is sick or not interested, she still knows very little about him, but in a few days, she will marry him and her life will change again. But she is determined to do everything she can to shape the future in the way she wants.