Chapter 13: Fight for you

"Why are you so depressed?"
Adele was sitting at the table with berries and roses, smiling slightly, and looking at Prince Arthur in the middle of the room.
He sat in front of the canvas, frowning, the paintbrush in his hand had been stopped for a long time.
This painting will be sent to Emperor Rutte so that he can see the face of his future wife. This work was supposed to be done by court painters, and Roland officials were dissatisfied with the fact that Prince Arthur was the author of the Rut Empire—they didn't believe how superb painting skills a prince could have.
However, Prince Arthur and Roland's court painters conquered them with his talents after just one morning.
The portrait is half painted.
Prince Arthur did not set off the dignity and elegance of the characters by deliberately highlighting the room furnishings and surrounding decorations like ordinary court painters. That is how ordinary people lift themselves up to the palace, and Queen Roland doesn't need those-she is everything noble and beautiful itself.
On the screen, the drapery embroidered with gold threads, the sterling silver candlestick on the table, and the strong roses are all hidden in the shadows. The only visual light left by Prince Arthur to Queen Adele—her face In the dark room, it became clearer, the crown matched her eyes, and the satin-like curls scattered along the rose red silk dress...
Anyone who sees this painting can't help but want to step forward and kiss the back of the beautiful woman's hand hanging by the table.
Even the jealous Roland court painter couldn't make harsh comments on it.
It was Prince Arthur himself who was dissatisfied.
"How can I be satisfied with this?" Prince Arthur put aside his paintbrush unhappily, "My poor painting skills and lack of inspiration have made me incapacitated to this point-I saw the goddess Aphrodite. Standing in front of me, she can’t leave even one tenth of her beauty!"
Hearing his angry words, Adele smiled and drew a rose from the crystal vase: "There must be many lovely girls in Rutte fascinated by you, right?"
"The sweet girl prefers my heroic brother."
Prince Arthur shrugged.
Adele caught the extremely subtle coldness in his voice.
The smile on her lips deepened, she stood up holding the rose and walked to Prince Arthur.
"Thanks."
The queen handed him the rose, then leaned over to look at herself in the canvas.
Prince Arthur felt her long hair fall down, on the side of his cheek. The queen looked at the picture for a while, and asked him softly if he had improved the paint and if he was not using traditional transparent thin-layer painting... Prince Arthur's eyes became brighter and brighter with her words, More and more dangerous.
It's like the sea before a midsummer storm, so blue that it's palpitating.
This is really unexpected. You have to know that few ladies now can really appreciate these advanced painting art... Female celebrities and how to please their husbands take up so much energy for them, so that after they have dressed themselves in elaborate ways , It is difficult to squeeze time to take care of the empty head.
Like most fields, people don't think women are qualified to step into the lofty palace of art.
During the conversation, Prince Arthur picked up a paintbrush in accordance with the Queen's request and showed her the different effects of different techniques on the canvas. He even forgot that he was painting for Brother Wang's future wife, taking it as if he was painting for his bride.
"Your painting is outstanding, I am very satisfied."
Adele said with a smile.
"So be it."
"But..." Prince Arthur frowned and subconsciously wanted to refute something.
"Do you also want to draw the most perfect one, and then send it to your brother?" The queen's voice became a little sharp, and then she seemed to realize that her gaffe was relaxed again, "Sorry...my It means it is perfect enough."
Prince Arthur was keenly aware that the aggressiveness she had just shown was not aimed at him or his brother.
The queen didn't notice his changes, staring at herself on the canvas intently, as if looking at something through the painting.
Prince Arthur wanted to say something.
"Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness."
Dalton's voice rang from behind, interrupting the communication between Prince Arthur and Queen Adele.
The two turned their heads and looked, and the young general was standing straight at the door.
He didn't know how long he stood there, how long he listened, how long he watched, and every line on his face was straightened, like an ancient of war made by the coldest blacksmith. His eyes fell on Prince Arthur, and it felt like a wolf was staring at his prey, and his fangs had been exposed.
At that moment, no one would doubt that as long as he was given a chance, he would tear Prince Arthur to pieces.
"Dalton, you disturbed us."
The queen straightened up, the smile faded from her face, and she put on a cold mask.
Their eyes collided in the air, and the light in the room vacated for painting was dim, shadow and light existed at the same time, like the twins of the glory and sin of the palace, glory and scandal.
The smile on Prince Arthur's face also disappeared, and the summer storm in his eyes fell on the sea.
"Crack".
He broke the paintbrush in his hand.
Adele and Dalton were awakened all at once and looked at him at the same time.
"Mr. Dalton," Prince Arthur said in a noble arrogance, "This is not where you should be."
"Your Royal Highness," said Dalton, "the messenger sent by your brother king is looking for you."
He deliberately increased the words "Prince" and "Brother Wang". Not surprisingly, when he saw Prince Arthur's face turned pale.
The emperor's messenger walked out from behind Dalton blankly and bowed to Prince Arthur. The visitor is an earl of the Ruth Empire and the lover of the Queen Mother of the Ruth Empire. Prince Arthur sullen his face and went out.
When passing by Dalton, he lowered his voice and said a word.
Dalton clenched his fist suddenly.
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"Your Majesty attaches great importance to this alliance," the count was serious, "the same goes for your mother."
Prince Arthur rubbed the rose that the queen gave him back and crushed the petals with his fingertips. The sharp thorns on the flower branch made his fingers suffer, and the blood mixed with the juice penetrated his fingers. With a bright smile on his face, he knew in his heart the purpose of his mother sending a lover.
To warn him.
All his mothers who put his brother's interest in the interests of his elders still treat him as a child.
Prince Arthur smiled brighter and brighter.
The earl was still relaying the queen dowager's order, but Prince Arthur's thoughts drifted to other places. He slowly slowed down when he left, and vaguely heard the quarrel coming from the room behind him.
Dalton...
This name that he originally didn't care about, and the rumors that had been disturbing, suddenly made him feel unhappy.
"Are they going to hold an immediate competition in a few days?" Prince Arthur interrupted the count's boring words.
"Yes."
The count answered.
The contract of the alliance between the two parties was signed faster than the marriage negotiation between the queen and the emperor. To celebrate the alliance, a traditional contest will be held. This competition is not only to show their strength to allies, but also to prompt the queen to agree to Emperor Rutter's proposal as soon as possible.
"Prepare the armor, I also want to participate."
Prince Arthur ordered.
"Ok... wait? What did you say?"
The earl was shocked on the spot, staring at Prince Arthur with wide eyes.
Arthur had a weird personality when he was a child. When the royal children should learn riding, he always declined and was lazy for various reasons. Even when he was awarded the knighthood, he benefited from the prestige of the royal family. This has always been a joke in the Ruth Empire, but there are also reasons for the emperor and others to condone.
As Prince Arthur grew up, he even declared in public that "only the most rude, barbaric people will be keen to charge at the enemy with a ridiculous stick."
This caused him a lot of trouble, but the prince still went his own way.
"Are you sure you want to participate?" The count repeated incredulously.
Prince Arthur gave him a cold look and walked straight forward.
He threw away the crumpled flower, blood and rose juice dripped down his fingertips onto the slate, like all the charming and vicious sins.
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In the room, a quarrel broke out between the queen and the general.
"You are about to let that guy kneel on the ground and kiss your pomegranate skirt!" Dalton said angrily. "What do you want to do? Control the Crown Prince of the Ruth Empire? Just like me?"
There are thick clouds in his gray eyes.
Prince Arthur’s contemptuous words echoed in his ears—a commoner, what are you expecting?
civilian.
These two words are like a lingering spell branded on him.
Once, no matter how much he gained, he would be gently drawn to those noble children who had never been on the battlefield, but now no matter how close he is to the queen, there is an insurmountable gully in between.
He could hardly breathe when he stood at the door watching the young queen and prince stand together in a gesture of affection.
Anger, unwillingness, and jealousy bit his heart like a snake, and his sanity seemed to be burned to the end. He almost didn't want to care about the alliance or the Protestant, he just wanted to pull out the gun and pull the trigger on Prince Arthur's pale, nauseous face. Until the magazine is empty, until the face is bloody.
"What reason do you have to accuse me?" Adele was irritated by his tone, and tore off the handful of roses on the table, and smashed it at Dalton. "Isn't this what you wanted? It's not as you wish?"
Dalton let the flowers hit him motionlessly, and a thorn of a rose blushed at the corner of his eye.
He said coldly: "Then I didn't teach you to seduce Crown Prince Rout."
"So?" The queen laughed furiously, stepped forward and approached him, "So? If I don't do this and wait for the Yage Kingdom to retreat, the Ruth Empire will stretch out his hand to Roland? Or wait for whom to go. Resist the cavalry of the Ruth Empire for me?"
"I!"
Dalton blurted out.
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