King Arthur looks at him, speechless at his grand claims for such a young age, but then considering his age, he asks, "Does your father know about your thoughts like this?"
William, with a nonchalant demeanour, gracefully rotates his wrist in a circular motion, displaying a sense of effortless finesse. With his body held in a poised and refined manner, he proceeds to respond in a composed and assured tone, affirming, "Undoubtedly, it is within his knowledge. In what manner could I possibly allow the young lady whom I hold in the highest regard to endure even the most minuscule measure of distress or discontent? I have already communicated to my esteemed father, with utmost certainty and conviction, my unwavering decision to enter into the sacred bond of matrimony with the esteemed and virtuous lady, Elinor. Not only did he express his agreement, but he also went on to kindly advise me to treat her in a considerate and respectful manner.”
As they approach the grand entrance of Avalon Palace, William, arriving at the palace gate, hands over his sword to a guard and continues, "My father also said that the Clare family is now quite strong. Elinor's father is the current head of the Clare family, and she is their firstborn. Elinor herself had once saved the Archbishop, so our match is quite suitable. Father plans to ask her father for the engagement after I am knighted."
Arthur takes a brief pause, allowing his thoughts to wander and contemplate the situation at hand. After a moment of deep reflection, a look of astonishment crosses his face, and he proceeds to articulate his revelation with a sense of wonderment, "So that’s why you never paid attention to the debauched nobles and adoring noble ladies in the capital. I thought you were just too young to be interested in such matters, but it turns out you had your plans all along!"
With a teasing smile, Arthur leans closer to William's face and adds, "And this morning, when I saved Elinor from drowning, I merely helped her by the waist to pull her up, yet you drew your sword at me and confessed your feelings. It seems that you’re quite intense once you fall for someone."
According to the widely known adage, it is strongly advised that one should refrain from harbouring any desires or aspirations towards the spouse of a close companion. In addition to gently reminding Arthur about the gender of Elinor and advising him to exercise caution in their interactions moving forward, William's words also served the purpose of unmistakably asserting his ownership of Eleanor. By doing so, he effectively established his exclusive right to her, thereby preempting any potential notions that others might entertain.
Upon being exposed in his cunning ploy, William's countenance undergoes a subtle change, a faint blush creeping upon his cheeks. However, in a desperate attempt to divert attention, his vocal projection intensifies, as though attempting to mask an underlying motive. “I fancy her, so it’s my duty to protect her” He confidently asserts, his tone laced with a subtle hint of dominance.
Entering Avalon Palace, Arthur says to William, "My clothes are still wet; I need to change. Wait for me."
King Alexander, Arthur's elder brother, had finally reclaimed the royal power from their mother, the Dowager Queen, four years ago. It was during that tumultuous period that an assassin from the Ravenwood family severely injured Alexander at a banquet. In the midst of the tumultuous and disorderly situation, Archbishop John Blackwood emerged as the central and crucial figure, effectively countering the imminent threat posed by the assassin's critical strike and subsequently retaliating by eliminating the assailant. Furthermore, Archbishop Blackwood displayed his exceptional leadership by promptly summoning the most skilled and proficient physicians residing in the capital city, with the sole purpose of providing the utmost care and treatment to alleviate the grave injuries sustained by Alexander. During the intervening period, he diligently traversed between numerous noble families, engaging in diplomatic endeavours aimed at solidifying Alexander's authority within the capital city. Through his unwavering commitment and tireless efforts, he managed to cultivate a deep sense of reliance and confidence from the King himself.
John Blackwood, a man hailing from the distant and remote reaches of the vast and expansive Blackwood lineage, was said to possess an extraordinary and unparalleled talent for the art of poetry. As we delve into the annals of history, we come to realise that in the present era, the illustrious Blackwood family, once renowned and esteemed, has regrettably succumbed to the clutches of obscurity, gradually fading away from the collective consciousness of society. When he was just a young man of twenty-three years old, he fortuitously crossed paths with the esteemed and venerable Archbishop, who was already advanced in age at that time. The manner in which he was able to capture the attention and admiration of the wise and experienced Archbishop, ultimately leading to him becoming the Archbishop's sole and exclusive disciple, remains a mystery to this day. Following the unfortunate demise of the esteemed and venerable Archbishop, he ascended to the esteemed position of the newly appointed Archbishop.
Not only did he possess the formidable power and authority befitting the esteemed position of the Archbishop, but he also ascended to the esteemed role of the private tutor to the King, thereby acquiring the influential and commanding status akin to that of an Imperial Teacher.
As the season of autumn gradually progresses, King Alexander finds himself experiencing a growing sense of physical discomfort, prompting him to discreetly request the presence of the esteemed Archbishop within the confines of the regal palace on multiple occasions. The conversations that take place between them are held in strict confidence and are not disclosed to others.
But since last month, King Alexander has decreed the summoning of several noble descendants, including his brothers and Arthur, to join him for daily scripture readings at the Silver Hall.
When William and Arthur arrive at the Silver Hall, the session has already been underway for a while.
As the chief steward, a man named Henry, catches sight of their arrival, he swiftly approaches with a sense of urgency, bowing his head respectfully and speaking in a hushed tone, "Your Highness and Master Mortfort, why are you so late today? The session has already been going on for a half an hour, and your late arrival will surely be noticed by the Archbishop!"
Arthur and William exchange a glance, both feeling uneasy.
Archbishop John Blackwood, a distinguished figure renowned for his unwavering commitment to justice and discipline, has earned a reputation for his remarkable ability to balance fairness and strictness. Often likened to an ancient sage, he exudes an aura of wisdom and experience that captivates those in his presence. However, it is important to note that Archbishop Blackwood possesses an uncompromising stance when it comes to errors and mistakes, particularly when dealing with students. His unwavering dedication to upholding standards and expectations ensures that those under his guidance are held accountable for their actions.
However, Arthur and William, both not children anymore, need to maintain their dignity.
Now, standing before the doors of the Silver Hall and hearing the faint sounds of the lecture, they feel intimidated.
Fortunately, Henry, quick-witted, suggests a plan: "The Archbishop usually deals with issues on the spot and doesn't hold grudges. There will be a break soon, so why not wait a bit longer and enter right before the next session starts? It might be a smooth way to handle this situation."
Arthur and William immediately feel relieved and thank Henry.
After speaking, they quietly retreat to a side hall to wait.
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Elinor, unaware of the situation William and Arthur face in the palace, sets off for the Clare estate.
During her formative years, she had traversed the bustling thoroughfares and labyrinthine passageways of the illustrious capital city, immersing herself in its vibrant tapestry of sights, sounds, and scents. Just returning from her rebirth, she feels slightly disoriented, uncertain of her direction. Fortunately, after a few steps, her past memories gradually guide her to the familiar path home.
The hustle and bustle of the city Merchants, with their voices resonating through the air, energetically and enthusiastically promote and sell their various goods and products, while the vibrant and lively atmosphere is filled with the joyful sounds of children gleefully running, chasing one another, and engaging in playful activities.
The atmosphere, which is both mundane and lively, has a calming effect on Elinor, who had previously been experiencing a state of tension. She finally feels the reality of her rebirth, no longer engulfed in the confusion she had felt in the presence of Arthur and William.
Now, she is not a queen, nor does she have to live within the high walls of the Avalon Palace anymore.
"When I was very young, my mother told me that the most noble woman in the world is the queen, and that the palace where she resides is called the Avalon Golden Hall. I asked my mother what the Golden Hall looked like."My mother said she didn't know."Sitting under the leaking roof of a country house, I thought how wonderful it would be if I could transform into a swan flying overhead, to soar to the bustling capital, to see the palace and discover what the Golden Hall looked like."The palace gates were secluded, with only a window on the left slightly ajar.The sky was overcast, the light dim.In the once bustling Avalon Golden Hall, not a single servant was to be seen now.Only Elinor de Clare remained, sitting tall in front of an intricately carved ivory white marble table, moving a queen chess piece across the black board with her slender, pale fingers. Her golden gown spread out long behind her, its complex patterns barely glimmering in the dim light."Later, I indeed reached t
Elinor blinked gently. Her thick, curled eyelashes casting faint shadows beneath her eyelids, adding a touch of forlornness to her expression, as if she bore the weight of the world's unpredictable changes.Lilith watched her with a hint of melancholy.Elinor had set aside the chess piece, reaching for the slender wooden box on the table and opening it. Inside lay the King's Cane, and a letter that she had written and also stamped with the seal of the ring.The letter expressed her deep love for Arthur and her willingness to join him in death, pleading with Archbishop John Blackwood to assist in governance and select a worthy successor.Suddenly, Elinor looked out the window, the overnight snow had ceased.Bright sunlight pierced through the gloomy clouds, casting a beam of light into the dreary palace chamber.She murmured, "Had I known this would be the end, why did I bother to work so hard? Better to have traveled far and wide, to gaze upon vast landscapes like a free bird. In this
What a long dream this is, where a lifetime of karma is all muddled, with only the sharp pain of the poison distinctly clear.It’s truly hurts, as if thousands of ants are gnawing from her stomach, spreading throughout her body, acutely aware of death's approach.Elinor thinks: Had I known, I would have chosen a less painful way to die.In the dream, something seems to press on her chest, making it hard to breathe, so she coughs, finally managing to open her eyes with great effort. But what she sees next terrifies her.She is completely submerged in water. As she coughs, water rushes into her mouth relentlessly. No wonder she feels breathless; she is about to suffocate!Struggling, Elinor releases a stream of bubbles and frantically swims upwards.Suddenly, a hand encircles her waist, lifting her upwards with force.Finally, Elinor's pale face breaks the water's surface, gasping for fresh air. The hand continues to guide her towards the shoreside.When she sees the man's face, Elinor'
Elinor thought back to the old days, when she returned to the capital at the age of fifteen, she began to disguise herself as a boy, pretending to be a relative of the Clare family in the capital, and followed William around the capital in a crazy way; she met Princess Winona when she was eighteen years old; and then it was when something happened to the Mortfort family.Elinor recalled in a trance that all of her real young years, she had William.With William she was not afraid of anything.William comes from the Mortford family is a famous knight family, and he had stayed in the border for a period of time, with the capital most of the men do not have the high-spirited and vigorous, he is always by her side, love her and protect her.If there is nothing unexpected, they should have gotten married.Only on this day, when she followed William, she met Arthur who also came to look for William.Once upon a time she did not know Arthur's identity.But the first words that came out of Wi
Although Elinor wants to refuse, she looks at his expression and decides to suppress the thought for now, nodding obediently.Arthur tilts his head, observing the two, rubbing his chin between his thumb and forefinger, but the more he looks, the more something seems off.Noticing Arthur's actions, Elinor curves her lips slightly. Arthur's appearance is quite handsome, embodying classic royal charisma. His face is handsome with distinct features. He has deep blue eyes that appear both wise and profound. His eyebrows are thick, naturally arched.Arthur's hair is dark brown, well-kept, slightly wavy, usually neatly styled but still relaxed and natural.Honestly speaking, Arthur is a person with a naturally good temperament. In her memory, she rarely sees him angry. After marrying him, they never argued.The reasons are simple: first, because of Arthur's good nature; second, because the one he truly loves isn't her; third, because she doesn't love him either, she only likes the title and