Clark City is in the midst of a snowstorm.

The mottled knife marks and gaps in the city wall were hung with a thick layer of snow, and occasionally there were patrolling footsteps past, falling out of the wall in a slump, and a group of dozens of horsemen were returning from the outside in the distance, and there was a voice shouting on the city wall, and then the city gate opened a gap large enough to cross the horses, and let them in, and the knight at the head had fluffy blond hair, like a lion's mane, and after he stopped his horse, he took a sip of wine, and the snowflakes of his beard shook off in a series of movements.

On the city wall, someone hurriedly ran down with an uneasy expression: "Your Excellency, General, have you seen any traces of the Romans outside?" ”

"With such a big snowstorm, the Romans will not come again." Gerald tightened his wine bag and smiled comfortingly, and after a moment, he beckoned to the front, and then rode his horse and continued to move forward, passing through the long stone paved street, at this time it was difficult to see people on the street, and the silence made people panic, after the siege of the city for three months, and it entered the winter, and the lack of materials in the city was also to the most serious extent, it was already a miracle to be able to hold on until now without collapse, but if it has not improved, the situation is still deteriorating-

After all, Clark City is now an isolated city.

The sound of horses' hooves trampling on the road to Clark Castle, Gerald turned over and dismounted, handed the reins to the guards at the temple gate, patted the snow off his body, and asked the other party, "Is the queen busy?" ”

"There are a few officials from the city, but they have just left."

"Well, I'll go in and have a look."

Gerard strode in, tossed into the apse, the two conservative guards saw the queen's brother coming this way, and hurriedly pushed open the heavy hall door, the warm temperature cut the cold air on the body, the temple dome hung three braziers, the woman in the white dress sat in front of the fireplace and quietly flipped through the books, the long hair hanging down the waist flashed charming gold in the firelight, heard the footsteps, the bare feet on the carpet retracted into the skirt, turned another page, and the voice was cold: "The Romans are not good at fighting in winter, why should my brother run out." ”

Gerald, who strode in, unfastened his cloak and threw it to the castle maid, removed the two pairs of shoulder armor from his shoulders, and walked behind the chair in front of the fireplace: "I have taken someone to see that the Roman army has withdrawn, leaving only an empty camp. ”

In front of the fireplace, the woman's dark blue eyes reflected the flickering flames in the fireplace, and she gently folded a few plain silks: "Brother, do you think that Emperor Severus, who has the title of Parthian conqueror, will just let Clark City go?" As the tall figure stood up, the lace of the long skirt dragged on the ground.

Gerald grabbed the back of his chair and watched his sister's figure walk to the bookshelf, his thick eyebrows furrowed: "..... Severus didn't have an army to leave?" ”

"Once upon a time when I was in the East, my brother should have read more of the Cylius' war books." The woman's eyes crossed the corner of her eye and looked at the brother over there, and put the folded cloth into the shelf: "...... instead of wrestling and playing with the giant next to Gongsun every day, here is what I wrote silently, come here when you have time, quietly look at the military wisdom of the East, and by the way, take a look at your nephew Ditema." ”

"I don't know the words of Cylius....." Gerald spread his hands and looked around: "Where's Dietma?" ”

"Learn archery with Astya upstairs."

"Then I'll go see him."

In the past two years, Gerald knew very well that most of the Clark City was the advice of his sister in front of him, and of course, there were also Romans who paid attention to the Parthian Empire from time to time, so they did not attack here with all their might. However, the current sister is becoming more and more like the man in the East, and when she went upstairs to see her nephew, her eyebrows became more and more like each other.

After watching the little boy practice archery and talking a few words to a general named Astia, he left, even in the cold winter, he still has a lot to do with his own hands.

Riding on his horse, he slowly left the castle with his guards, and occasionally looked back to see his sister standing alone in front of the cold stone window and watching him go to the market. It wasn't until she couldn't see that Stephanie withdrew her gaze, the sky was getting darker in the wind and snow, and she was a little tired and leaned on the windowsill to remember the news from Parthia in the east not long ago, which made her whole body tremble slightly.

- The man really came.

"Her Majesty." A tall figure walked up to the vicinity and whispered to wake up the slightly trembling and distracted woman. Stephanie regained her cold demeanor and looked at her slightly sideways face, it was Astia who taught her son, who was in his thirties, with a long face and a thick beard, and his eyebrows were upright and powerful, quite majestic, "The prince's archery skills have improved a lot, and when the snow melts, I can let Dietma go outside with me to practice archery." ”

"Wait until the Romans retreat."

Thinking that the conversation was over, Stephanie was about to go downstairs, when the general named Astia hurriedly caught up, "Queen......" Stephanie turned her head to look at him, frowning slightly: "What else is going on?" ”

"Yes..... that's ....." Astya hesitated for a moment, as if she had plucked up her courage, and said with a serious expression: "...... I have been in the palace to teach the prince archery for a few months, and what the queen has done for the Germans has been seen in my eyes, and when I am at the weakest, I feel distressed when I sit alone in front ......of the fireplace, with no one to rely on."

“……..” Stephanie opened her mouth slightly, even though she had always been calm, she was stunned by the sudden words.

The man's chest rose and fell violently and said, "...... have seen the queen's figure every day in the past few months, and I like it very much." He looked at the boy over there who was shooting arrows, "Little Dimatt can't be without a father, and a queen can't be without a husband." The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and he reached out and grabbed Stephanie's shoulders abruptly: "..... Astya is willing to do anything for the queen, I don't know if the queen is willing to ......."

Over there, while the arrows were nailed to the target, a faint sound also sounded between the two of them, Stephanie opened the palm on her shoulder, and her eyes condensed into a cold repulsion, "I have a husband, and Dimatt also has a father!" ”

"I misunderstood, but if the queen changes her mind, Astya is ready to be sent at any time......" Astya glanced at the beautiful and cold woman a few more times before turning and going downstairs to leave. When Stephanie stood in place and listened to the footsteps in the distance, there was a sudden warmth on her cold hand, and when she looked down, the blonde and black-eyed Dimatt was holding her hand, her little head was tilted, and her immature voice was saying, "Is my father really a wolf?" Does he eat Dimat? ”

"No, your father is the best father in the world." Stephanie crouched down, gently wiped the sweat from her son's forehead, picked him up and walked to the windowsill, looking at the snowflakes flying outside.

“…… He's coming for you. ”

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"I'm looking for you."

The cold wind carried the snowflakes and squeezed in with the woman who walked into the house, and in the flickering lights, she threw the bloody head on the ground, and looked at the man behind the table, the corners of her mouth sketched a charming smile.