It was the middle of the night when I left the Temple of Wine. Vanessa insisted on returning to the Wyvern Tower, citing the continued concealment of her identity, in fact to avoid the Silver King's greedy gaze.

On the way back, the candlelight in the episcopal cathedral reflected the long figures of the holy envoys on the stained glass windows, the white dressed holy envoys chanted verses and hymns, their voices were neat and ethereal, the nuns held whale oil candles and kept circling around Queen Onia's coffin, only a lonely figure was silent the whole time, it was the only son of the deceased and the only one who grieved for her.

I'm sorry, Brant.

I killed your mother, hoping to make amends with a kingdom.

Returning to the Wyvern Tower, Creon did not follow, this is also the Silver King's special care, of course he can see that his son is restless, the guards sent to escort Vanessa are all wearing heavy armor, not an inch of skin is exposed, and they did not leave after locking the princess to the top of the tower, but stayed in a hidden place at the bottom of the tower, in case anyone went up to the tower.

But they still couldn't stop the determined visitors.

With magic, anything is possible.

Vanessa heard the sound of tiles behind her, and just turned around, she was slammed against the wall by a man. Before she could see the comer, the smell of wine made the princess hold her breath.

"You say, how did my mother die?"

What should have come is still coming. Vanessa closed her eyes and carefully organized her words: "Creon - I didn't get in the way when I asked Creon for a sad doll, he took out a beautiful doll, and he had many of them, and he called her 'Onia' and said she never hurt anyone. I didn't realize it was Queen Onia's name until the guards came to report your mother's news. Vanessa was full of guilt, "I thought you said that the hearts of the sad puppets were just legends, I didn't know if it was true......"

"You know!" Brandt roared, "Creon told me that you touched the puppet's heartbeat, but you didn't stop him!" ”

"I ......" Vanessa didn't know what to say, how could Creon be like this! I didn't know the queen was so weak, I thought ......"

"You think everyone can take the pain of broken bones! You're clearly hard-hearted! ”

"That's not the case," Vanessa struggled to defend herself, "Creon is trying to break me off, he wants to drive a wedge between us, you know best what kind of person he is. ”

"No," Brandt shook his head in disappointment, "I know he didn't lie this time. Your love for Reyna blinds you and makes you sacrifice someone else's life to save him. You're just like Cleon, you're a selfish guy! No wonder he gave you the doll so quickly, I heard that he went to the king to ask for you to be his wife," Brant reached out and pinched Vanessa's chin and nodded, "You will soon be able to grant your wish and return to Winterfell for revenge." ”

"Do you really think so?" Vanessa retracted her guilt, her eyes gradually turning cold.

Brant did not answer, his eyes were bloodshot red with rage, his breath was suppressed and disordered, and he was trembling; The princess was trembling too, for she knew that she was about to lose Brandt, his attention, his protection, and his love, but it was nothing compared to his safety, and the battle she was about to enter was so dangerous that if she was not careful, she would have lost her bones, she had already taken his mother, and she could no longer take his life.

Harden your heart and let him hate me.

"I'm worse than you think," Vanessa looked at Brandt, and the vicious words came out of her mouth like snake letters, "I will marry your father and become the new queen—" I did everything I did to keep you out of the storm whirlpool, "You should be grateful to me for killing your mother and giving you back a younger and prettier ......"

Before she could finish speaking, Brandt had already slapped her in the face. The princess's face immediately swelled, and the corners of her mouth were bloodshot.

This is not the first time the princess has been beaten, but it is the most painful, she looked up at Brandt's equally unbearable eyes, and suddenly felt aggrieved, what is she doing, what is this qiē for......

Brandt suddenly leaned over, and the princess was caught off guard, her head pressed against the moss-covered stone wall. "No," she could say before he hugged her, her lips pressed together. The prince smelled of wine, sweat, and leather, evoking the scene Vanessa wanted to remember, the one-legged Cass, the strong man Eddard, and the rabbit Cleaver, their faces appearing one after another, smiling lewdly at her.

Vanessa struggled desperately to break free from Brandt's embrace, her teeth clasped so that he could not taste herself, and she kicked and punched vigorously, with both hands and feet, but his strength was greater, and her arms wrapped around Vanessa like a bucket, as if she were the only treasure in the world.

"Let her go."

A low and hoarse voice sounded not far away, and Vanessa's heart was shocked, it was Reina!

Sure enough, on the opposite tower, a sturdy figure was drawing an arrow with a bow and aiming between Brandt's eyes.

Brandt also heard this familiar voice, he raised his head hatefully, his eyes were full of murderous intent like a wolf, "This is the second time you have pointed an arrow at my head, I said I would kill you." ”

"Reina!" Vanessa broke free of Brant and scrambled between the two before they could fight. Reina withdrew his feathered arrows and jumped in front of the princess.

Vanessa pounced like a bird into Reina's arms, examining his arms, hands and feet.

In the corner of his eye, there was the lonely figure of Brant who had departed.

Hate me as much as you want, your hate is safer than love

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