The night is getting darker.

Princess Samantha had returned to her lodgings early, and the arched windows of the tower's palace in Tarun were still lit orange at the top of the tower.

The lights are bright, reflecting every plant and tree in the garden. In the early winter, the weather is cold, the flower-beds of stone bricks are full of colorful hyacinths and irises that have long since withered, and the gardeners do not care for them very often, so that the garden is full of desolation and desertion.

A few shrubs, with spiky twigs, swayed in the cold wind.

A red-bellied grey finch was bouncing in the bushes, looking for food, and as if it had heard something, it turned its little head vigilantly, and soon flapped its wings towards the top of the wall not far away.

"Fred, what do you think of Her Royal Highness the Princess?"

A middle-aged man with a majestic appearance and an awe-inspiring temperament sat in a large fur chair, with two slender black beards that were extremely elegantly combed.

Savalen Wolf, lord of Talen, is a famous wolf count in Nogo, Northland.

One of his palms landed on the wooden armrests of the large armchair, and he asked Fred Wolff, his eldest son.

It is a study, or rather an archive room, where important volumes are kept. Apart from a few large cabinets, all that was left of the room was a large mahogany desk and a few chairs.

At this time, the Earl's face was calm, and there seemed to be no fluctuating emotions, his gaze stayed on Fred's face, and his tone was clear and flat, but he was overjoyed that he had never regained his precedence.

The aristocrats were good at acting, even the Wolf family, who were heirlooms of military exploits.

Fred stood in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly, still with a faint sense of pleasure.

"I like Samantha very much, Father."

"What else?"

The Earl did not seem to be satisfied with his eldest son's answer, as the heir to the territory and title, if he got carried away just because a woman liked it, then it would undoubtedly be difficult to gain his approval.

"Thank you, Great, Merciful, and Generous His Majesty Edwin?"

Fred stood on another chair next to him, father and son facing each other, and on the desk, in addition to some papers, there were two tall crystal wine glasses and a bottle of twenty-year-old Dortis.

The wine is made from fresh berries from some bushes, and the Dortiz plains, with its excellent climate and fertile soil, are the natural source of this high-quality red wine.

He poured half a glass for his father, Savaren Wolff, and gave himself a little—a slightly viscous scarlet liquid that swayed in the concave bottom of the glass, reflecting a mesmerizing glow in the light.

With that answer, he raised his glass and sniffed it gently.

The aroma of the wine is mellow and thick, lingering in the nasal cavity for a long time.

It's just that Savaren suddenly laughed out loud, and his two slender mustaches shook up and down - great? Benevolent? Generosity? His eldest son's description of that majesty was amusing.

The first two are too illusory to put aside. The mere word generosity, which he felt was nothing more than a very appropriate irony—

Today, His Majesty, Edwin IX, reigns for thirty-seven years. In these long years, the most talked about courtiers and nobles were the stories about the "Eagle's Talon".

Those stories are enough to make a book with a lot of content. Of course, no one dares to risk the world's condemnation at the moment - His Majesty Edwin has always valued the dignity and face of the royal family, and no one can be offended.

Some unknown bards and painters had been secretly approached by royal agents and hanged from the corners of their beds or on the beams of their houses, and by this time the earliest pioneer warriors would probably not even be able to find their bones.

The Eagle's Talons?

Perhaps the claws of the iron rooster are more appropriate.

Savaren took a sip of red wine, and he thought to himself. His Majesty had always had a deep desire for money, and the marriage of Samantha, the third princess of the royal family, seemed to him to be nothing more than a transaction made by His Majesty himself.

Pay must be what you want, this is the essence of trading.

As for the strong love affair between a young man and a woman, in the eyes of the royal family and their powerful aristocrats, it is inevitably like a children's game. There are many things to consider in the union and marriage between nobles, and the feelings of the parties are the least important of them.

Savaren Wolf quickly suppressed the smile on his face, and after putting down the goblet in his hand, he looked at Fred again.

"So, Fred, can you guess what His Majesty was thinking?"

"Can't guess."

Fred shook his head, paused for a moment, and then continued, "But I think we in the Wolf family have at least some places where His Majesty can use them. ”

"Very good, you guessed it."

Savalen slapped his palms lightly, but Fred didn't tell the secret stuff thoroughly. But it seemed to him that his successor had at least gained insight into the nature of things—a reassuring thing, and Savalen was relieved to think of it.

The princess let her unite with Fred.

To be fair, this deal is not a loss for the Wolf family, although it has been tied to the royal chariot since then, but it is not without any benefits-

A princess with Edwin's surname and bloodline will be of great benefit to both the honor of the family and the talents and qualifications of the next generation.

The royal family of Edwin has the blood of a golden lion.

"By the way, I'm here tonight to tell my father about an incident."

Fred said that he had already made an agreement with Her Royal Highness the Princess, "Samantha was going to visit her Aunt Linna in Karthus, and she asked me to come with her." ”

"Hahaha-my child, it seems that you have a plan. Then go for it! By the way, greet Count Madoc for me. ”

"Yes, Father."

"Bring gifts. When to go? I told Mesdel, the butler, to prepare. ”

……

Samantha Edwin stood alone on the terrace in early winter, where Fred lived, a small detached house inside the Taron Fortress, located in the corner of the vast Lord's Mansion, opposite the tall tower at the very end.

The lights are bright, but they can't illuminate people's hearts.

The dark clouds that covered the sky under the cover of the night were like a haze that entangled the heart of the princess - her slender fingers were as green as jade, and she couldn't help but raise her head.

Long strands of hair are scattered and fluttering in the cold wind.

***********************************************************

Some things have been delayed, so let's do it today! Two days on weekends, plus more to make up.