Chapter 12: Perfect creation

The meeting place was in a royal manor on the banks of the White River.
If Emperor Lut came in person, then Roland's greeter team should arrive at the city gate. But only his younger brother came, so the place became the Royal Manor of Roland, but in order to show respect for Prince Arthur-and the importance of future allies, Roland set up a colorful tent on the lawn of the White River.
The flags of the royal family and the nobles moved with the wind on the slope. Roses planted in stone basins were placed on both sides of the road. The orchestra had begun to play, and the elegant melody fluttered with the sound of horses' hoofs.
When Prince Arthur got off the carriage, he saw that the other party was standing in front of the Huateng, and he didn't mean to step forward.
"You need to see the queen." The entourage reminded softly.
"Alright alright."
Prince Arthur complained a few words, raised his hand and pulled at his lapel adorned with delicate lace, after deliberately appearing unruly, he walked forward alone.
The Roland people used the rose in the stone basin to lay out a path to the queen. Prince Arthur folded a rose and squeezed it in his hand casually. Holding the rose, he walked along the way of the rose, and at the same time raised his head to look at the future sister-in-law-I hope she is not too unsightly.
Otherwise, he would really have to pity his brother.
At the moment when he raised his eyes, Prince Arthur suddenly felt that the world was still.
At the end, the most dazzling and slender of all the costumed people stood.
She stands in the dark, and the sun of midsummer outlines the radiance of an angel of judgment all over her. Her silver hair was blown by the wind, and the tips of her hair reflected blurred colors. The red dress was her battle robe. From the end of the world, she looked down on sentient beings, who threw away their armor and armor in front of her.
A strong premonition enveloped him.
Artists are often shrouded by this premonition. Before the arrival of the muse, their heart beats faster and their blood rushes, making it hard for themselves. Prince Arthur and the artists are in disguise on the one hand, and he is also one of those crazy men.
That figure, haughty, god-made figure...
He forgot everything, holding the rose, stepping forward, he heard his heart beating higher than the other in his ears, and he heard blood rushing and roaring in his veins.
As the distance got closer, Queen Roland's face became clearer.
The scent of roses in the air became particularly strong, every step he felt like stepping in a dream, in the shadow of the backlight and the brilliance of gems, her cheekbones, sharp eyebrows, beautiful eyes...all the lines merged to form A painting that transcends reality and dreams.
When Prince Arthur came back to his senses, he had stood in front of the queen for a while.
There was a low laughter all around, and Roland's people mocked the performance of this Prince Ruth's loss of soul, but felt extremely proud of it.
Adele Roland's beauty has always made the empire proud. They can arrogantly declare that "except Roland, there is no such beautiful rose."
Prince Arthur's face was flushed abnormally, and he stood in front of the queen, just like all young hairy boys. In people's low laughs, the queen stretched out her hand to him, and Prince Arthur knelt down on one knee and dropped a soft kiss on her white glove.
"This is for you."
Prince Arthur put the rose in the Queen's hand. His cheeks were thinner, and the flush that appeared when he was emotional inevitably brought a neurotic fever.
"Please forgive my negligence. I would like to find the best gemstone and create a rose worthy of you."
The queen picked up the rose, put it under her nose and sniffed it gently, and smiled: "Thank you for your kindness."
In Prince Arthur's blue eyes, the vague sense of madness became stronger. He looked at the queen like a perfect artistic icon.
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After the queen met with the prince, they were soon introduced into the king's tent.
Although the alliance has long been determined, according to traditional etiquette, Prince Arthur still wants to represent his brother in a series of superficial pursuits to the queen. At the banquet, Prince Arthur sat beside Adele. Adele leaned on the armrest of the throne, half propped his chin, and smiled as he listened to his stories about the Ruth Empire.
She listened very attentively. After all, although the Ruth Empire is an ally at the moment, it may become an enemy again someday, and there is never too much knowledge about the enemy.
On the other hand, Adele did care a little about the young prince in front of him.
Arthur Lester.
The century-old history she obtained when she was reborn was dominated by Roland, but it also involved some information about the Ruth Empire. Among them, there is a little bit about Prince Arthur. The Leicester family has a long tradition of intermarriage between relatives, and Prince Arthur is one of the tragedies of this abnormal marriage.
He has a family inherited mental illness, but he himself has tried his best to hide this.
Later, the prince did more and more outrageous, and he was even called the "Prince of Sin".
However, the prince with a bad reputation has the temperament of a bard, and his stories are romantic and vivid.
Seeing his performance, the other followers of the Ruth Empire couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. However, what made them a little anxious was that Prince Arthur's conversation turned off the subject and did not mention a single bit about his brother.
Most of the messengers blamed the prince for being too young and negligent.
Only Prince Arthur's confidant looked at each other, feeling that things were faintly uncomfortable. They knew that their master was... he was... alas! I hope God will not cause any terrible scandals.
"I bet she taught him to be overwhelmed..."
Dalton was also in the team welcoming Ambassador Root, and this alliance with marriage as a bond was facilitated by him. But at this moment, he was sitting in his seat, his face sinking like water.
"...What a noble union."
Some people low praise.
The identity, power, and glory brought by blood can often surpass many things.
Dalton knew this for a long time, but after hearing a lot of rumors between him and the queen, he couldn't tell whether he had ever had such a trace of unreal luxury in his heart. Sitting in the king's account at this moment, listening to the praise, Dalton couldn't help feeling regret.
He was holding a wine glass, light and shadow cast under his high and thin cheekbones, the ups and downs of bones and muscles made his expression more cold.
Inadvertently, Prince Arthur next to the first seat swept his gaze towards him.
The luxuriously dressed young Prince Rutte with gold hair raised his glass to him, and Dalton did not miss the malice that swept his lips.
Root's bat cub.
This thought flashed through his mind, and Dalton returned the cup without expression.
Adele closed this brief confrontation.
She held a round fan made of white peacock feathers in her hand. When talking with the prince, she occasionally used it to half cover her face. She skillfully switches between the queen and the woman, sometimes majestic, and sometimes showing the shyness of the woman who is about to enter the marriage palace.
"My noble goddess, who is he?"
Prince Arthur asked in a low voice, and he deliberately leaned closer to the queen, looking ambiguous and intimate.
"He..." The smile on Adele's face disappeared in an instant, but she quickly raised her group fan to cover up her unnatural expression, "He is Robert Dalton, my marshal, a Very good general."
"I heard that he put down the July rebellion for you?"
"Thanks to his contribution." Adele said lightly, and then moved the topic away. "I also heard that your brother is young and promising, but you know that marriage is not a child's play, so although everyone is telling me Praising his virtues, I can't help but worry."
When she mentioned King Root, although Prince Arthur was still smiling, the color of his eyes seemed to deepen a lot in an instant, and for an instant he suddenly changed from the sky to the deep sea.
Adele seemed unaware of his changes: "However, after meeting you, I am relieved... After all, he has a brother as dazzling as you."
Prince Arthur blinked and smiled brightly.
"I can't wait to paint for you."
He said.
On the evening of the end of the banquet, the Ruth Embassy.
"His Royal Highness, I think you should..." The clerk who accompanied the negotiation chased Prince Arthur through the long corridor, looking miserable, "I have inquired a lot of news these days, I think Adele..."
"stop."
Arthur stopped abruptly and turned around.
In the shadow of the colonnade, his face showed a terrible look completely different from that in the daytime, and those eyes, which the ladies hailed as "the sky after rain", were like a stormy sea. His pale complexion showed a sickly shadow, and his hand was already on the hilt of his waist.
"Who allows you to call her directly?"
Prince Arthur asked coldly.
The clerk took a step backwards in fright, and a cold sweat broke out.
He had no doubt that Prince Arthur might stab him at any time.
Because, Prince Arthur, he is just--
madman!
In his palace, artists from all over the world gathered, while assassins and poisoners also kept coming. Privately, the clerk felt that Prince Arthur was like a bat in a dark lair, taking pleasure in chaos.
"Her Majesty, Dalton and Heinrich have unbearable rumors. Her loyalty and purity have yet to be verified. Such a woman is not a good choice. And...and she will be your brother's... …"
wife.
"With a bad name... Oh my god, she is more beautiful." Prince Arthur sighed like a poet, and sent a lightning sword into the heart of the clerk, "I don't need you to remind me of the gap with Brother Wang. ."
The clerk fell to the ground.
Prince Arthur stepped directly on the body.
His thoughts have flown to the matter of painting for the queen, and countless compositions flashed through his mind, and then he denied them one by one. He has a steady stream of inspiration, and each one is a masterpiece, but he always feels that something is still missing...her beauty should be able to perform better...
Better...more perfect...
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