There were still a few lonely stars hanging in the sky, the sky was a little dark, and the thick drapery was a little stuffy, perhaps because the sultry weather made it difficult for him to sleep, and Ferdinand woke up early.

The woman lying beside him moved and then fell silent, Ferdinand looked around and saw the woman's smooth shoulders and slightly undulating curves with his breathing, he sat up and hung his legs on the edge of the bed, looking out the open window at the sky that was not yet clear.

Juana has been missing for 4 days, and if something bad happens, it is inevitable that she will come now.

Ferdinand was somewhat prepared at this time, he knew that the Castilians hated him, not because he had done anything angry, but because he was an Aragonese.

This may sound a bit irritating, given that although the two countries have had many grievances over the centuries, if you go back in time, the royal families of the two countries are not only from the same family, but at some point in history they were even the same country.

But why is it that now that the monarchs of the two countries have married and have children, but the people are so stubborn and ignore the overall situation?

Ferdinand felt a little incomprehensible, even a little aggrieved, but this weak gesture, although it seemed to win a certain amount of sympathy, did not change his situation.

Chickens could already be heard crowing in the distance, and Ferdinand got out of bed and walked to the window to look out.

The sky was overcast, just like his mood right now.

A cold wind blew, and Ferdinand froze the goosebumps that had risen on his arm.

In fact, he hasn't slept well for the past two days, waiting for all kinds of news that may come anytime and anywhere, even if there is even the slightest movement at night, he will be woken up immediately.

But despite this, in the daytime he had to fight hard to deal with the cunning Castilian nobles.

The delegation of emissaries from Toledo had been preparing to return to Toledo because of Juana's disappearance, but they had to stay.

Ferdinand knew why they did it, but he couldn't do anything about it.

The crossing of Segovia became the dividing line between Valarialdot and Madrid, and at the forefront of the contest between him and Alexander.

It's just that Ferdinand knew that he had a lot more enemies than Alexander, because at least his enemies didn't have to devote half of their energy to dealing with their teammates who could stab him at any moment.

Ferdinand had never found it so difficult, he did not know who his enemies were, he did not know who his friends were, and in his eyes every Castile was a potential traitor.

This made him feel more desperate than panic.

The invisible enemy was worrisome, but what was even more troubling was that he began to be suspicious of those he had trusted.

Ferdinand knew that this was absolutely unacceptable, and he had to do everything he could to calm himself down, and even more so to avoid blind suspicion that would lead to dissatisfaction among the people around him, and even turn away from him.

But although he understands this very well, he always can't help but look at those around him, so that even if he tries to make himself look nothing unusual, some people are still keenly aware of the subtle changes in his attitude.

As a result, there are significantly fewer people around him.

Perhaps some people have begun to think of other ways forward for themselves, but Ferdinand believes that most people have become apprehensive because of him.

All this had to change, Ferdinand told himself in his heart, and while he carefully examined everyone around him, he forced himself to trust them, and this contradiction made Ferdinand really fed up with the past few days.

A few shrill roosters crowed in the distance broke the silence of the early morning, and several people hurried around the flower beds towards the palace.

Ferdinand's heart suddenly tightened, and he had a hunch that those men must have brought some news, so he grabbed the robe that had fallen on the ground and threw it over his body, and strode out of the room into the corridor.

At this time, the people had already entered the hall, and soon there was a messy and hurried footsteps around the corner of the hallway.

Ferdinand had a premonition from the panic and confusion of the footsteps that he might hear something bad, but when the men hurried up to him to report to him, Ferdinand still had little hope.

It's just that this hope is quickly crushed by reality.

"What did you say?"

Ferdinand looked at his men who had reported to him, and asked in a very soft voice, and when they did not speak, he stepped forward, grabbed the nearest man, pulled him in front of him, and whispered, "What did you just tell me?" ”

"Queen, the queen seems to have died." The subordinate repeated in a low voice the news that frightened everyone: "The news came from Madrid, and it is said that the queen's carriage was killed on the way. ”

Ferdinand slowly let go of his hand, he did not rush to the terrible news as one might think, but turned around slowly and calmly and walked in the direction of the bedroom.

His appearance made his men even more worried, and they followed behind them, even though they had heard the news, and stood by the bedside looking at their mistress in disbelief.

Ferdinand, who walked straight into the house, seemed to have just come to his senses from the terrible news, and he turned to his men who were waiting for his orders and asked, "Is this news true?" ”

Then, without waiting for an answer, he continued to ask: "So this news came from Madrid, did they find out the whereabouts of Juana, and what about anyone other than Juana?" ”

The King's barrage of questions left the men at a loss as to which one to answer first, until Ferdinand's belated anger finally caught his emotions and he uttered a furious "Say something for God's sake!" The subordinates began to reply in a panic.

Ferdinand's face became more and more ugly as he listened to the bits and pieces of rumors that were hurriedly reported below, but he still seemed to do his best to control his anger, until he suddenly interrupted his report with a wave of his hand.

"You're saying they're all dead, three of them?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, both the Queen and her husband and the Pastor Tongo Mada have been killed," replied his subordinate carefully.

"So, no one actually knows how they died?" Ferdinand's mood suddenly heightened, and he walked back and forth in the room, rubbing his hands together vigorously, "Oh, in that case, things haven't gotten that bad. ”

Ferdinand couldn't stop talking to himself, and then he suddenly stopped and looked at his men and said, "Go and summon everyone into the palace, and go quickly before they hear the news!" ”

Seeing those people leaving the room in a hurry, the woman, who had been watching Ferdinand uneasily in the corner, came over and asked worriedly, "Why are you in a hurry to tell the Castilians?" ”

"It's better than getting me in trouble when they hear the news," explained Ferdinand impatiently, "though surely some of them will use this to cause trouble with me, but they would be very wrong to think that I would give in to them." ”

A hint of sharpness flashed across Ferdinand's originally feminine face, and he dressed with the help of the woman, then reached out and took the scepter from the shelf next to him and squeezed it tightly in his hand.

"I will let each and every one of them know that I am the owner of Castile, and I will keep it until one day I die."

With that, he straightened the crown in the mirror, and after being very pleased with his appearance, he took a deep breath before walking out of the room.

Behind her, the woman looked worriedly at Ferdinand's back as he disappeared outside the door, and then, as if remembering something, hurried to the door of the room connected to the small room next door, knocked and called the maid, who had already been awakened, into her room.

"Let them hurry up and prepare enough food and clothing, and prepare the carriage," the woman told her maid, "and go to the house and tell the nurse that she is ready to leave here." ”

The maid asked in a panicked whisper, "Madam, do you think this is necessary?" ”

"I don't know, but I must be prepared," said the woman, somewhat angrily, "for my son's sake, though he is not destined to be king, I must at least ensure that he is safe and sound." ”

When Ferdinand made his way through the corridors to the antechamber, he saw several people waiting there.

All of these people had ugly faces, and some of them were even in a trance, as if some terrible disaster was about to befall them.

Ferdinand could actually understand the feelings of these people, and the death of two monarchs in a short period of time was an unimaginable disaster for any country, let alone the delicate situation that Castile was facing now.

It's just that although he understands, he is the one who is in such a situation now, and he is the one who caused this situation, so for Ferdinand, these people are likely to become his enemies.

And since these people appeared in the palace so quickly, Ferdinand realized that the news might have already spread, which made his original idea of wanting to strike first can't help but discount a lot.

Seeing Ferdinand, the Castilian nobles immediately greeted him, no matter what they thought in their hearts, at this time Ferdinand was undoubtedly the best person to deal with in the face of this earth-shattering change.

"God, something terrible has happened," said an elderly Castilian nobleman, choking up and opening his arms to Ferdinand, apparently intending to comfort the widower, who had just lost his wife, and to the father, who had now suddenly lost his daughter and son-in-law. ”

"God forgive me, this is my punishment." Ferdinand's voice was equally choked, and he walked forward with his arms outstretched, but before he could take a few steps he suddenly collapsed on his legs and body to the ground.

The people immediately screamed and pounced on the king, who was wailing loudly, and the mournful wails of the father, who had lost his daughter, echoed and circled in the empty palace.

It was getting light, but the morning in Castilla was not destined to be peaceful.

Many people noticed that it was still very early in the day, and there were all kinds of noises in the streets, and it seemed that many people were hurrying through the streets, and the sound of horses' hooves and wheels rolling never disappeared from the streets.

People knew something was wrong, so they went out into the streets and inquired.

What they heard was the bad news that made them instantly stunned and at a loss.

The morning was long and difficult for the people of Barriariddod, the sweltering heat was hard to endure from the morning, and the bad news about Juana and his wife made it seem as if the whole city was in a state of torment in an instant.

Extremes of joy or sadness, anger or joy can always be transmitted to others like a plague.

If these emotions involve a person or person who is extremely important to everyone, then the epidemic has the potential to spread to everyone it can "infect" in a very short period of time and at an alarming rate.

The Old School Street was not very far from the royal palace, and since the Moorish man named Ulliuu had moved into his home, Old Beruguet had become more cautious.

Fortunately, the Moorish man was very knowledgeable, he was obviously well aware that he was not so popular, and he also knew that the locals did not have a good opinion of the Moors, so he was careful to go in and out during these two days, and when outsiders came, he was respectful to the Beruguet family.

Old Berugette explained to others that the Moorish man who had suddenly appeared was a servant of a certain lord, who was now doing business elsewhere, and that the Moorish had been sent back to prepare for the end of his trip.

It was known that a foreign nobleman had visited the house of Berugut, and that they were at once envious, and they were not suspicious of old Beruguet's explanations, or that it seemed to them that a young Moor could not have done anything remarkable.

Uliudu had been in such a hurry since he moved into Beruguete's house, but he had taken the time to look at Alonso's seemingly childish paintings, and then he looked like an expert and nodded his head and said, "Yes, yes, you are very suitable to be a court painter, maybe you will be able to eat from this in the future." ”

Alonso was proud, and he was upset that the Moorish man was talking like Lord Normezi.

But when he heard the Moorish man say that he was working with Lord Normezzi for the Duke of Rome Thesia, the young painter did not dare to underestimate the Moorish man any longer.

Uliu wasn't worried about the family going to snitch, and if he could find the Berugut family and live in peace, he knew they wouldn't do such a stupid thing.

And he liked the family very much, they didn't have so much curiosity, and never asked what he was doing when he went out early and came home late, but despite this, before each time he came back, Ulliu had to hide nearby and watch carefully for a while, and only enter the door after making sure that there was no danger.

Uliu didn't think there was any trouble with that, at least compared to the Ferdinand jester, and his current caution seemed too correct.

Ulius believed that Ferdinand must have known that his envoy to Navarre might be in trouble, but he did not know that that Andrés Rogge had probably lost his life by now, after all, the French had already planned to attack that Andrés Rogge before he left.

The only thing that worried Ulliu now was that he had found a family affair for the master's daughter, and he felt that if he didn't settle the matter quickly, even if the master could spare him, the savage, uneducated Sophia would probably make someone, or more likely, simply screw his head off with his own hands.

So Ulliu did not rush to meet Alexander, but first went to Barriariddod, for he thought it might be more useful for his grandfather to be here.

Ulliu came back late today, or it was already early in the morning, Alonso, who was sleeping by the window, heard the movement and got up in a daze to look outside, to his surprise that Ulliu was not alone today.

Several people hurried into the Beirut house with him, but it was not long before they hurried away.

Alonso, looking out of the window, noticed that when they got to the street, they scattered and walked in different directions, and soon they disappeared at the corner of the street.

Alonso wanted to sleep a little longer, but was woken up by Uliu.

He saw that Uliuu seemed to be extremely excited when he returned to his room, and although he looked a little tired, he clearly did not intend to rest immediately.

As the sky grew a little brighter, Alonso, who was napping in a daze, was suddenly awakened by a faintly audible sound of dull vibrations.

The sound came from the wooden bed lying beneath him, and Alonso was so alert that just when he thought the ground was moving, he heard the sound of a huge wave coming from the depths of the sea.

Alonso sat up, and he heard his parents downstairs apparently awakened by the movement, and he climbed on the windowsill to look out, stunned by what he saw.

Alonso swore he had never seen so many people, not even the elder Beruguete.

When Juana and his wife first entered the Barriaride, it was a very different atmosphere than it is now.

Heavy, depressed, angry and palpable dazed and hesitant.

People emerged from the streets and rushed in the direction of the palace, many carrying crosses and the flag of the King of Castile, but more often black flags representing death and misfortune.

If you look closely, you will see that many of them were obviously tied with torn robes and used as temporary flags, but because of this, the sadness and anger that seemed to have been irrepressible were all the more highlighted.

"What's wrong, what's going on?" Old Beruget looked through the crack in the door at the crowd passing by his door, and when he saw Uliu coming down from the upper floor, he couldn't help but ask the Moorish question.

For some reason, though there was no evidence that it had anything to do with the Moor, old Berugart felt that he must have something to do with it.

"Juana, dead." Uliu passed between the couple in a daze, stood in the doorway and listened to the movement outside, then wrapped his turban around his face, opened the door and walked out under the stunned gaze of Mr. and Mrs. Berugut.

"Juana, he won't be talking about ......"

The woman looked at old Beruget blankly, and seeing her husband's equally ugly look, she knew that she had guessed correctly.

"My God, what's going on." Watching everyone who passed by the door glance into the room, as if questioning why they didn't go out with them, the woman shuddered and tried to close the door.

But old Berugette reached out and stopped her.

He looked up at his son, who was peeking down the stairs, nodded to the woman, and then grabbed his clothes and walked out of the room quickly.

The figure of old Beruget soon disappeared into the crowd, and the women found that many of the houses in the street had also opened their doors, not only men, but also some women, who had joined the crowd in the street, and under the guidance of the flags, they poured from the streets in the direction of the palace.

Ferdinand's attempt to quickly resolve the crisis caused by Juana's death while the truth was not yet known, failed.