There was an indescribable depression in the quiet living room, squinting at the endless green forest outside the window, and suddenly feeling an inexplicable hollowness slowly eroding his mind, body and thoughts......

"I am somewhat surprised, Miss Isabel, that you and Madame Latimer have known each other as early as 1536." A slightly rough, soothing but distinctly feminine voice came from the silent air.

Isabel withdrew her gaze, staring at the endless green, and turned her head to the source of the sound. She saw a pair of eyes as clear as a lake with double eyelids, and a hint of bluntness and stubbornness between her eyebrows. Zooming in again, she also saw a pair of thin lips, a thin face, and a jaw that was always tightened.

This is a completely different face from her father, her half-brother and sister, with noble royal blood. Despite its pale and bloodless appearance, the owner of this face has experienced what can only happen to ordinary people, but almost impossible to happen to the noblest members of the royal family.

From June 1533 to June 1543, the owner of this face was saddled with the status of an "illegitimate daughter" for 10 years, and one cannot help but feel strong pity for her. However, the years of the blade did not destroy her will, and she always insisted that she was the legitimate daughter of the king.

The king deprived her of the right to attend her mother's funeral, and she was confined to a semi-secluded life on the estate. But she was hibernating, she was waiting, she was gloating, she was watching everything that happened outside the manor.

She believed that one day Jesus Christ would give her the power of righteousness to reclaim the crown, the scepter and the orb of the Cross that rightfully belonged to her! She wants to make the people of the entire secular world remember forever that she is the noblest of all Her Royal Highness Princess Mary!

"Yes, Your Highness Princess." Isabel Walton responded to Mary Tudor with a steady tone and a warm smile.

She thought that calling her by a title that belonged to Mary would make her subconsciously think of herself as a descendant of a nobleman loyal to her, thus letting her guard down. Because, this Miss Mary Tudor had such a bad reputation after becoming the first queen of England that everyone had to call her "Bloody Mary".

Mary, who was wearing a crescent moon hat, long straight red hair, and a tight-fitting dress that complied with the law, smiled lightly, gently placed the wine glass in her hand on the small table on the side of the chair, and turned her face to look at her, "Isabel, since you are Catherine Neville's partner, I think I can also see you as my partner." So, you better not call me that, okay? ”

"Uh, well, Miss Mary."

"Isabel, I'm grateful that you've come to visit me from the north."

"Mary, I need to go south to attend to some business for the Duke of Ris, and I thought your estate was here when I passed through Waterford, so I made a special trip to visit you."

"Well, that's right. Well, let's go for a walk in the garden. Mary stood up.

"Yes. Mary, I think you should get out and walk more. Your estate is a place of joy and tranquility. Isabel then stood up and walked out of the parlor one step behind the other.

The two of them came to the back flower garden of the manor house, and as far as the eye could see, there was a green scene of ancient trees towering to the sky, covering the sky. Outside the gravel walls of the manor, tall beech trees guard the mysterious royal manor like mighty sword squires.

With her hands on her lower abdomen, Mary Tudor walked slowly, looking sideways at her young female visitor, "Isabelle, you love this place too?" ”

Isabel took a deep breath of fresh air from the woods and smiled sweetly, "Yes, staying here makes you forget all your worries." You see, what a beautiful sea of green. ”

Mary turned her gaze to the outside of the fence and nodded, "Your language is decent. Green ocean, how did you come up with the idea to put these two words together? ”

"Mary, what would you think of if you stood on a high vantage point and looked out over this forest?"

"Well, I think of the color of the forest, and what it looks like when it's blown by the wind."

Isabel smiled, "You're right, don't the branches and leaves of the trees look like the waves of the sea when they are blown by the wind?" ”

Mary slowly closed her eyes and fantasized about the waves of the ocean, and when she opened them, she had a smile on her face a little more. Looking at the green forest, he softly complimented each other, "Isabel, it seems that you have your own unique perspective on beautiful things. ”

Isabel glanced at Mary and thought, "If I continue to praise like this, I will definitely think of keeping me in the court and by her side when she succeeds to the throne." ”

"It's been a long time since I've been visiting her, and I still have a long way to go."

"I'm going to fucking Plymouth in Devon, and I'm going to the North Atlantic and the Caribbean, and I'm going to fight hard at sea with the Spaniards and the Portuguese!"

"Perhaps, I will also be involved in the bloodiest and dirtiest black slave trade in European history. Oh my god, I'm going to be a fucking human trafficker! ”

Mary glanced at her curiously, "Isabel, what are you thinking?" Uh, are you sorry for me? ”

"Sad? I just fucking want to get out of here. The corners of Isabel's mouth were tilted to the left, her left hand holding the hilt of the sword with the handguard at her waist, and her right hand on her hip, looking squarely at Her Royal Highness the Princess, whose face had become ruddy and beautiful, "No, Mary, I think this is what you have to go through before you can get the throne. ”

Mary raised her eyelids to look at her, then retracted her raised jaw, "Well, you're right. Earlier you said that the Duke of Richmond went to the South to deal with affairs? What do you handle? ”

"Yes, I'm going to Plymouth, Devon, to attend to some nautical and shipping matters."

"Well, Isabel, even though you remind me of someone I hate, you are completely different from her."

"The person you hate is fucking Anne Boleyn." Isabel nodded in a huff, "Miss Mary, your magnanimity reminds me of the Duke of Richmond. ”

Mary Tudor stopped and turned to smile at her, "Isabelle, you are a lovely, pleasant female companion, just as you are with your companion, Madame Latimer. If we can, I'm sure we'll have plenty of time to talk about relaxation. ”

"Damn it, why am I here today?" Isabel scolded herself with a knowing smile, "Miss Mary, I am honored to speak with you today. ”