Vanessa was drowsy by the noise of the long night hall, and from morning to now, the nobles had been arguing endlessly about whether to send troops or not, and their voices became unbearable to the ears of the princess, and she muttered a good night and went back to her bedchamber. The ceiling was low, and the only furnishings in the room were a large bed that could sleep six people, and a shea butter candle head on the windowsill. Terrence had learned from Deanna's lesson and had spared Vanessa too much luxury, and she felt that a sword and a dagger were more reassuring to useless jewelry.

The maid lit the butter candle with a thin candle and latched the door to the next room, where Vanessa untied her sword and hung it on the bedpost, her wooden scabbard simple and wrapped in cracked brown leather, while her sword was more ordinary. It was stolen by her and Katrina during their tour of the Royal Arsenal in place of the one that was looted by Terrence.

But she also had another dagger hidden in her hair. She sat down on the bed and took it out. Under the candle flame, the gilt shone yellow, and the ruby resembled a smoldering fire. It was given to her by Brandt, and she pulled the blade out of its ornate scabbard and couldn't help but hold her breath. The blood-red and pitch-black ripples were embedded deep in the blade, glowing with magic in the candlelight, an item that Deanna had given to Horst to form a conspiracy alliance. How unfortunate was Diana, how could she have imagined that only a month after the murder of her husband, the palace would change hands again, and that the beautiful blade would be crushed into my hands.

What should I do if Terrence won't lend me troops? Pierce everyone's throat with this short sword? The princess stretched out as much as she could on the bed. The bed was wide, but not comfortable enough, and Vanessa tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. She could hear the slight snoring coming from the maid's room next door, the clinking of cups below, the voice of words drifting up the stairs, and they were still arguing. The Radicals saw this as a good opportunity to venture inland, and taking Crescent City would mean controlling half of Europs; The conservatives, on the other hand, believe that the immediate enemy should be dealt with first, the mountain country in the east, and they are more inclined to hunt down Brant throughout the country, hand him over to the new king of the wine valley, and then fight Creon twice to destroy the mountain dwarves.

On the surface, Terrence was very annoyed by his decision, so he also added a condition to himself, that is, he was willing to send troops to the sea after the two got married, which was expected, but Vanessa did not see how sincere the prince was in lending troops to him, half of his important ministers supported Terrence to send troops, and the other half did not approve of provoking war at will, but also hoped that the army could be led by his own king. Didn't these fools notice the eager brilliance in Terrence's eyes, they just gave him a reason to send troops to the whole world, reasonable and legitimate, and if he missed this opportunity, God knows how long Terrence would have to wait.

Sending troops is imperative, and Terrence will not be stupid enough to entrust me with the power of the Burning Nation, so what will he do? Conquer the Land of Summer or delegate one of the important ministers? It's an opportunity, but it's also a big gamble, and Terrence will have to be careful every step to win the game. Vanessa remembered the words of Inara, the prophet: Terrence, the one who conquered the world. If he is destined to be the master of the world, then who am I? Where will I end?

"Lori," the princess rolled over irritably, calling her maid, "open the window, I'm too hot to sleep." ”

After a long time, no one responded, and Vanessa couldn't help but call out again, "Lowry." ”

This time the window was finally opened, and the flame of the tallow candle was fluttered by the wind, and a shadow fell to the ground silently. In spite of this lightness, the princess felt it, and she sat up from the bed with a sigh of relief, and looked up, and in the moonlight, a black figure stood straight in front of her bed, her short flaxen hair stood stubbornly on end, and two pools of ice-blue eyes looked at her steadily, oh my Reina, Vanessa opened her arms to the archers, and they embraced each other silently.

"You're finally back," Vanessa closed her eyes, letting tears slip down her eyes, "I thought you'd all be gone, Brandt, Andy, and you." ”

"You know I never will." Reina broke free from the princess's embrace slightly, blue eyes looking apologetically into Vanessa's face, "I saw it all in the mirror, he, forcing you to marry him." ”

"That's not a bad thing," Vanessa lowered her voice, "at least I can get people and stop looking like a homeless beggar princess." ”

"But I thought you'd marry Brandt," Rainer frowned, unable to speak, but not unhappy, "even Creon—"

"Because they're all good-looking?" Vanessa smiled as she walked over to Reina and poured two glasses of Summerlight Steamed Cider from the flask on the table, "You know I don't care about that. You also see the picture of Crescent City, my people are suffering, let me sit idly by, I can't do it. Besides, I can't watch them kill Ilia, she has to do with the fact that she has become the way she is now, and all the people closest to her have left her, which caused her to be extreme and tyrannical. ”

"I've always supported your decision." Reina lowered his gaze and stared at the princess's feet, he didn't take the wine handed over by Vanessa, but changed the subject, "I have been in contact with the mercenary group before I came, and they are still waiting for you, but it is still difficult to gather them all at once, you know, the mercenaries always hide their whereabouts in the city, so as not to give the lords a sense of threat." ”

"As I see," Vanessa smiled happily, "I'd rather marry you, and lo and behold, you already know what I want before I speak." The princess's smile lost the corner of Reina's eye, and he did not dare to look any more, and hurriedly turned his gaze to the candlelight on the table. Vanessa took his hand and said sincerely and emotionally, "Thank you." ”

"But how do we get them into the palace?" Reina frowned in embarrassment.

Vanessa raised her hand to smooth the archer's brows, "There's always a way," she said, glancing at the maid's bedchamber, "Prince Terrence won't treat me badly." ”

Reina walked softly to the door of the dormitory and slammed the doorknob, and the maid Lori stood behind the door with a look of surprise, and from her expression, it was not the first time she had eavesdropped here. Reina dragged the maid out from behind the door and slammed her on the ground, the maid shook her clothes and fought, begging for mercy, "I was woken up by your voice, I didn't want to eavesdrop, please don't kill me......"

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