Leona even envied her aunt, Princess Diane, who was a bold and dissolute woman. When she was fifteen years old, she married Morton Donclay in accordance with the will of the old king, but this natural stunner never seemed to want to respect and love her husband like a commoner woman. His army and his realm were given to Berdwin, an outsider who had nothing to do with it (Leona insisted on this, though in the eyes of most of the capital, the illegitimate son of a nobleman and ** was far more noble than the child of a serf or slave), rather than his nominal only child.

Well, she said to herself, don't think about Birdwin.

Dylan's face came to life in Leona's hazy memory, he was Leona's cousin, inherited his mother's hair color, face and his biological father's eyes, his beauty was between male and female, with a beautiful and fierce contradiction, people often whispered, it was because his mother Diane had taken in too many ** seeds, and the land had become unusually fertile to raise such a flower-like son- However, they soon discovered that the flower was not only thorny but also poisonous, and that his temperament and way of doing things were almost a copy of his biological father Fouquet, or that the blue was better than the blue. And who was Fouquet? He had won the favor of the old king as a teenager, he had Princess Diane, who had more than fifty lovers at most, he was an ally of Duke John, but he also made the current king have to trust him, he was entrenched in the royal capital, like a dragon entrenched on a gold coin, but his tentacles stretched out in all directions in the darkness like the roots of a tree.

He had a wife, but died in childbirth that same year, and Leona did not know if it was Diane's handiwork - at Faucet's acquiescence, Princess Diane was a wayward and selfish woman, and her violence was only restrained in the presence of Faucet and Dylan - Leona remembered that she had once screwed a parrot alive because her parrot had stayed on Leona's wrist and rubbed the girl's cheek. Leona shuddered at the thought that perhaps he might have been twisted and squeezed between her delicate wrists to squeeze out the last drop of blood—fortunately, he had been stationed at Thundercastle all year round, and he had not been back to the capital for much, and had spent most of his time in the palace and his mansion, and with his knights.

This time the king insisted on a grand and grand triumphal ceremony for Baldwin, and Leona knew that this was only to increase his weight, because he must be on his side with his daughter—the problem was that Princess Diane didn't care what her brother thought, and when she lost her mind from rage and jealousy—no one could guess what she would do, and Leona hesitated, unsure whether to let her maid leave the royal capital early to warn him.

But Baldwin should have expected this, after all, the inexplicable assassinations have already explained everything.

"I'll protect you," Leona whispered, into the dark canopy, "I'll protect you." "I swear, she was immediately deeply ashamed of her first thought, for she thought that her father would not approve of her being Baldwin's wife, but if the Queen wanted a lover, it was within reasonable circumstances—how could she do so!?

But she would still protect him, as well as his wife, Penny, who knew that Birdwin loved his wife as much as she loved him, and that they would have children, and that Doncre would have children and grandchildren, and that life would be happy and peaceful.

"I can't have this child. Penny said with a pale face.

"Why?" asked the young Earl, pretending to be ignorant, "he/she is our child!"

"But you're not my husband!" Penny cried out anxiously, "My husband is Baldwin!"

Then she saw the handsome young man stop suddenly, like a statue frozen in magic, and the smile as bright as the sun faded from his face, replaced by sorrow and pain that Penny did not dare to look at it again—like an innocent and innocent child who had been stabbed in the heart by the man he loved most.

He stood up abruptly again, clasped his hands, and paced the room heavily, "I forgot......" He looked at Penny with a bitter smile, "I forgot...... Penny, dear, I forgot that we weren't really husband and wife. ”

"I'm sorry......" Penny murmured, caressing her abdomen, which was so soft and flat that she didn't feel like a life was already being conceived in it—she thought of some of the nasty stories she had heard when she was still in the village, including how to get rid of a fetus by simple and brutal means.

She curled up, tears in her eyes, she had wanted to have a child with Baldwin, but she also wanted this child, he would surely be a beautiful and intelligent child, like his father—if it weren't for the fact that Baldwin would return to the royal capital in twenty days, she might have given birth to him, in a hidden courtyard, or in an unknown room.

If only Baldwin hadn't returned—the terrible thought swept through Penny's mind, and the chill it brought made her shiver.

"I want this child, Penny. At some point, the Count returned to Penny's side, and he climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around her tightly.

"But Baldwin......"

"I will propose a duel to him," said the Earl firmly, "according to the law of the Norman of the Highlands, which is more or less abandoned, but which is still clearly engraved on the copperplate of the seventy-two decrees, if a man wants to take another man's wife, he can challenge his husband, and if he wins, he will get the woman...... Penny," he said affectionately, "I used to think that sharing a day with you was the most enjoyable thing in the world, but I was wrong, and I thought a month with you was the most enjoyable, but I was wrong, I thought it should be a year, no, dear, I was very wrong, we should spend our lives together, with our children," he took Penny's hand, and their hands overlapped on Penny's lower abdomen, and his hand burned so hot that Penny was shocked.

"No!" called Penny, "no," her eyes widened in alarm, "you don't know what kind of man Baldwin is!"

He was able to strangle a hungry wolf with his bare hands when he was a boy, he was able to hunt a giant bear with a shoddy short bow when he was a man, he killed people before he entered the army, and in this battle, he ruthlessly destroyed a city and slaughtered nearly 10,000 orcs!

"You're going to die!" she shouted.

Penny forgets that the hungry wolf that Baldwin killed when she was a boy had broken into her shack, and that he had gone to hunt the bear so that he and Penny would not starve to death in an extraordinarily long winter, and that the two thieves he had killed had beaten Penny and attempted to commit violence against her, and were going to skin her and hair and sell her when they were done.