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 William 's mouth when she saw this gentle and elegant young man in fancy dress were, "Prince Arthur, why are you here?"
In her last life, Elinor always wanted to be the queen, so she was secretly prying, after paying attention to inquire, she really found out that Arthur is the younger brother of King Alexander, and the rumor in the capital is that King Alexander's health is not good and wants to make his younger brother, Arthur, become the next king.
So what was originally an unintentional contact became an intentional approach.
Later, when the Mortfort family was in trouble, she got her wish to marry Arthur.
Not two years later, King Alexander died of an illness, and Arthur was indeed put on the throne, and she became queen.
Just Arthur although since childhood in the palace grew up, but he was different from his other brother, his heart is too good and too soft, so that everything must let the Archbishop John Blackwood to help him decide and deal with. In the end he was even poisoned.
A person who is too kind cannot be a King.
This was the only thing that Elinor could gain from Arthur's tragedy in her last life.
Now, she happened to be reborn at a time when she had just met Arthur not long ago, and fortunately, she was not deeply involved, so she could not enter the palace again in this life.
The Avalon Golden Hall was her tomb.
In the cool air of early fall, the smell of wine still floats.
William hand still holding up the sword, although it is the size of a young man, but Elinor can see the clear curve of the waist and back, he pursed the corners of his mouth, his face does not smile.
William ignored Arthur for the time being, only turned back to ask Elinor: "Which hand did he touch you?"
Eleanor finally snapped out of the trance of her rebirth, William's brilliant as the morning star's eyes close to her, those eyes have not yet soaked with the pain of the Mortfort family's disaster, also have not been the darkness of the palace's fighting erosion.
Clean, bright, and dazzling, like the burning sun hanging in the sky.
Just this question ......
A cold sweat breaks out on Elinor's forehead, and she takes him by the arm.: "No, no, nothing! A misunderstanding. I just had a nightmare and when I woke up, I didn't understand the situation, and I thought Arthur was a bad guy, so I hit him in a panic. please put down the sword and don't hurt him!"
William forwns: "Really?"
Arthur, hearing Elinor's explanation and said in his heart that he was unlucky.
After all, this smaller "boy" is William's friend. Although he can't compare him, can he really hold a grudge over a slap? That would be ungentlemanly.
But William's disbelieving look really made him laugh: "Do you still not trust my character? Not to mention that I have no intention of offending, even if I really offended, can you really chop off my hand?" He is, after all, a prince.
Unexpectedly, William looks at him quietly for a moment, sheathes his sword, but firmly says, "I would."
Arthur's expression changes, looking up at him in surprise.
William, however, has already turned to Elinor, his voice softening, as if years of ice suddenly melt, "Are you alright? I wasn't paying attention earlier and drank too much. Shall I take you back home?"
Elinor, hearing his "I would," can't help but recall her past life: William, after returning to the capital, joined Archbishop John Blackwood, sidelining Arthur's power. Soon after, Arthur was poisoned and killed.
She used to think John Blackwood did it.
But now, she wonders if it wasn't William.
When she was young, she regarded such affection as usual, but now that she had been reborn and, she realized how rare and precious they were.
The young man's wholehearted sincerity, still not quite adept at concealing his feelings, desires to keep her close if he likes her, to fully express his care, wishing to hold her in his palm every moment.
But sadly, she doesn't feel worthy of such affection.
Elinor gazes at him, momentarily speechless.
Arthur senses the subtlety of the moment and suddenly says, "Today Archbishop John Blackwood has a lecture, and we're supposed to attend. At this hour, shouldn't you be entering the palace with me, William?"
Elinor then realizes, naturally, she should return to the Clare manor.
But having suddenly been reborn, her mind is a chaotic mess, still needing to be sorted out, and she doesn't want William to escort her back, so she says, "Naturally, you can't miss the class, William, today I'd like to go back on my own."
Her nature in the past life was famously capricious.
Partly because her father felt guilty and hardly dared to control his daughter; the other half was all William's doing.
So her wanting to go back on her own really needs no reason.
As expected, William doesn't ask why, as if he's already accustomed to her willfulness. After all, she's the girl he cherishes the most, so he simply says, "Then I'll have Thomas follow you from a distance."
Thomas is his servant.
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
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 P
"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'
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 P
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
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
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 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
"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