The clear alabaster lines extend to the distance along the smooth slate under the feet, and the patterns carved on it are scattered in a dazzling light and shadow in the sunlight.

This is the Royal Court Square in front of the Golan Royal Court, looking up into the distance, it is integrated with the magnificent and solemn Wehermint Royal Court.

Tilia tilted her head in the direction of Wormeen and said with a low smile, "Ma'am, it's more magnificent than I imagined,"

Wormien looked at Tilia habitually, her rosy cheeks made her look healthier, and a relaxed smile that had not been seen for a long time was reflected in her eyes.

Seeing this, Wormien also smiled and turned his attention to Wang Ting not far away.

The Court of the Golan - Wehmint Castle.

The exterior is a vertical and horizontal multi-column structure. The vertical lines are lined with the tall white stone walls.

On the west side of the royal court is the slowly flowing Taim River. You can see the sailing boats passing by and the whole picture of the Golan King City Brunz on the other side of the river.

Considering the erratic storm weather and Tilia's body that can't continue to withstand the wind and waves in the past few days at sea, Wormian suggested warmly,

"If Your Majesty likes, we can stay here for a while longer,"

Warmian's request, Tilia usually will not refuse.

She nodded very quickly, and it was not difficult for people to see that she was slightly excited.

Tilia had never taken half a step out of the Sistine before, what was recorded in the book, what he described in his mouth, presented an intuitive impression in her eyes for the first time.

Mrs. Wormyn kept watching Tilia with a smile, silently condoning Tilia's seemingly rude behavior.

The intimate interaction between the two fell into the eyes of everyone, and there were different thoughts under the respectful faces.

Before dawn, Vicia, a group of noble ministers, and the embassy led by Tadine began to wash up early, put on Chinese clothes, and waited at the gate of the royal court.

Waiting quietly for the embassy to approach, Vicia maintained her elegant demeanor without losing her warm greetings, "My dear friends, welcome to Golan,"

The ministers behind them all bowed their knees when Visia's voice fell, "Welcome, Queen Sistine,"

Tilia bowed slightly, she jumped lightly in front of Vicia in front of everyone's surprised eyes, then took Vicia's hand and sighed,

"Your Majesty Vicia, the storm on the sea made me very afraid, but the beauty of Golan quickly made me forget my fear. Have you tried watching the fireworks in Port Royal? It would be a great pity if you missed it. the view,"

Port Royal, where Vicia was assassinated not long ago.

Weakness and innocence is Vicia's first impression of Tilia, perhaps because of her illness, Tilia's figure looks too slender, with slightly low cheekbones and deer-like eyes, making her look like A child who has not yet grown up in pampering.

rather than a monarch.

But she mentioned Port Royal unintentionally?

Her unmarked gaze lingered on Vormeen for a short while, and Vicia took Tilia's hand and led her into the royal court.

"Maybe you can take a walk on the highest battlement of the castle tonight, I promise it will not be inferior to what you saw in Port Royal,"

"Really?"

"…"

His Majesty Tilia, who had come from afar, seemed to be in high spirits, dragging Vicia along the way and talking non-stop.

Most of the time Vicia smiled and remained silent, acting as a qualified listener.

After the polite and official blessings and greetings, Vicia bid farewell at the right time,

"Although I don't want to give up, please allow me to have a good conversation with you at tonight's dinner,"

"my pleasure,"

Tilia and his party were arranged to live in the Junpton Palace on the innermost side of the castle, and they could see a blue lake quietly nestled in the forest by opening the window.

Henston, the palace minister who was left behind, quickly arranged the accommodation of everyone in the mission, and after Tilia made it clear that he would not continue to visit the castle, he left wisely.

And after the people in Golan left, Tilia couldn't help it anymore, and fell softly into Wormian's arms, coughing heavily.

Tadine, who had been watching quietly beside him, carefully closed the door after everyone who saw Golan had left.

Looking at the weak Tilia, his eyes flashed with disdain, and before he was noticed by Vormeen, he quickly changed to a respectful look.

"The Duchess of Warmin, Queen Golan has no intention of marrying. Not only did we play around with us, but he also used conspiracy and tricks to take the life of the Livora Knight,"

Tadine gritted his teeth, and it was not difficult to hear the hatred for Vicia in his sharp voice.

Seeing that Wormien's face was flat and seemed unmoved, he was a little flustered and continued,

"Queen Golan is a scumbag who is very good at manipulating people. Like the friendly enthusiasm she showed today, it is more likely to buy time for her conspiracy,"

And Warmin ignored him completely.

She patted Tilia's back lightly and handed him warm water, and when she wanted to make Tilia more comfortable, she suddenly stopped,

Realizing that Tadine was still there, Wormion pursed his lips nervously, "Lord Tadine, isn't the death of the Livona Knight because of your arrogance and arrogance?"

As he spoke, Wormyn went to the window and opened it fully to let in the fresh air.

And in the whole process, she didn't even get a glimpse of Tadine from the corner of her eye.

Complete indifference.

And Tilia leaned her head back on the chair, closed her eyes slightly, and didn't seem to have any intention of talking to Tadine at all.

"The Duchess, I..."

"Shut up, Your Excellency, I don't want to hear any sophistry, you just need to state what happened during this period of time fairly,"

Vormeen's tone was flat from the beginning, no emotion could be heard, but her words made Tadine break into a cold sweat.

After honestly saying what he knew without a single word of nonsense, Tadine stood in the middle of the room rather embarrassed.

Seeing that Wormien didn't pay attention to his intentions, Tadeyin was about to walk out of the room in despair, but was unexpectedly stopped by Wormien.

"Lord Tadine, I want you to remember that under any circumstances, His Majesty Tilia is the only master of the Sistine,"

"You told me directly just now that you wanted me to be charged with treason?"

Wormien's words were light, but Tade fell to his knees in horror. He couldn't even think of a reason to explain,

Fortunately, Mrs. Warmin didn't seem to care, and she waved her hand impatiently, signaling Tadein to step back.

The moment he closed the door, he tightened the clothes on his chest, and the servant who had been waiting outside stepped forward to support him,

"Foreign Minister, has the Duchess vented her dissatisfaction with you?"

With a slap on the back of the servant's head, Tadine warned sharply, "Don't talk about anything about the Duchess, not even in private, watch your head!"

Tadine frowned deeply and strode out, wondering why Mrs. Wormyn was so protective of the sick child.

The Wormien family, which owns two-thirds of the Sistine's land income, has a background that even the Pope has to be afraid of.

It's just a puppet's sick seedling, how can it be...

Could it be because the Duchess had been childless for many years and she had taught Tilia herself for decades?

But Mrs. Wormyn was only thirty years old, and she was mature and charming. Even many young people would bow down under her skirt. Even if the Duke died of illness at an early age, it would not prevent her from remarrying and having children of her own.

Could it be that the prince's deep palace can really produce feelings that go beyond interests.

Thinking of this, Tadine curled his lips in disdain, subconsciously preferring that Mrs. Wormion's behavior had other purposes, and he hadn't really punished himself just now.

Watching Tadine and his group walk away from the window, Wormien's expression softened suddenly.

When she turned to look at Tilia, she found that Tilia had already opened her eyes and stared at her with a smile.

"Madam, don't worry about those powerful people, I don't care about their attitude towards me,"

With a helpless smile, Wormien walked over to Tilia and probed the temperature on her forehead.

"I don't spend my time on them, but on you. How can the queen I teach myself keep sheltering from the wind and rain behind me?"

Wrapping her hands around Tilia's waist, Vormeen lowered her head to unbutton her corset. If it wasn't necessary, she would not let Tilia wear this breathless thing.

Wrapping her hands around Wormian's neck, Tilia rubbed Wormien's cheek affectionately, and asked back as a matter of course,

"Can't I just hide behind you all the time?"

After undoing the corset, Wormien did not push Tilia away, but hugged her along with Tilia's movements. She caressed the back of Tilia's neck lovingly,

"Your Majesty, I can't, I will grow old and die first than you one day. By that time, I will have no way to protect you, so you must become stronger,"

The bottom of her eyes quickly flooded with water, Tilia's body trembled obviously, she suddenly bit on Wormian's shoulder, and said firmly,

"No, ma'am, I will grow old and die with you, and I cannot bear you to be separated from me,"

Wormien didn't answer, she just sighed helplessly, then broke free from Tilia's embrace.

Wiping away the tears from Tilia's face and blocking her sight with silk satin, Wormien and Tilia lay on the bed together, deliberately changing the subject and saying, "Your Majesty, you should rest, a tedious dinner is not a thing. easy life,"

The longer he spends with Tilia, the more Wormyn doubts his purpose for entering the court.

Is it just to compete with the Holy See while retaining the last trace of the orthodox blood of the royal family of Philip?

The increasing indulgence, the intimacy that fills life, and the heartbeat that often loses its rhythm, all seem to announce the answer that Wormien refuses to admit.

Across the silk and satin, Tilia could only see the graceful neckline of Wormien, she moved her fingers, and her bright eyes dimmed quietly.

In the quiet darkness, a possessiveness like a turbulent wave quietly flows.

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The author has something to say:

Tilia: No one is better at pretending than me

The age difference should be fine.

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