The air was filled with the thick, steaming smell of blood, and it became sticky, making it difficult for her to breathe and extremely uncomfortable.
The piercing screams almost made her ears ring.
Angie was tied tightly to the chair. She forgot to struggle and her body trembled uncontrollably.
The scarlet and violent scenes unfolding before her eyes made her feel as if she was falling into an ice cellar.
His body was also splattered with other people's blood.
Her eyes were bloodshot and she cried until she was exhausted.
Before her eyes, the executioner chopped off the maid's hands and feet, and even peeled off a large piece of intact human skin from her back...
A living person was tortured to death before her eyes.
Her five senses continued to suffer this inhumane torture. She was on the verge of collapse several times and was about to go crazy!
The last hideous and crazy laugh woke her up.
Angie shuddered and opened her eyes suddenly.
I was soaked all over.
There was a buzzing in my ears, and I could vaguely hear the screams and crazy laughter in my dream.
A pair of light golden eyes were bloodshot, staring blankly at the ceiling.
It was just dawn, and there was still the sound of a drizzle of rain.
She took a long time to relax, until she could clearly hear the sound of rain. When she came to her senses and realized that she was in reality, she covered her eyes and stood up.
She had this horrible and bloody dream for six or seven years, tormenting her every rainy night.
After she finished washing up, she picked up the cosmetics on the dressing table, looked in the mirror, and slightly covered up her pale face and the severe bluish spots under her eyes.
In front of the magnificent palace.
Angie looked up at the sky, which was suddenly changing.
He hid his anxiety, turned around and said a few kind and gentle words of concern to His Majesty the King who came to see him off.
At this time, night fell, and suddenly a dazzling cold light streaked across the sky, making the sky and the earth flicker.
Angie's heart suddenly trembled and she clenched her fists.
They can't go back.
"Dan, it's going to rain and the journey back to the manor is long. You should go back tomorrow."
The king's kind voice came from beside him.
"OK."
Denris, who was standing beside her, nodded slightly.
That was her husband, whom she had married for half a year and who had just returned today.
The butler behind the king consciously ordered the maids to clean up the palace.
"Oh my! It's been over half a year since we last met. I'm all alone, with no one to keep me company..."
The king suddenly stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the night with a look of melancholy, but his eyes kept glancing at Denris.
Denris first glanced sideways at the silent person beside him.
She seemed so well-behaved and filial just a second ago.
Is your brain short-circuiting right now?
Although his attention was on the little man beside him, he still did not forget to feel speechless at the king's sudden sour words.
Denris looked up and down at the king, feeling the sadness of being alone and penniless.
He frowned, narrowed his eyes, and immediately became a little colder.
"You're the one who started the harem, what nonsense are you talking about?"
In an instant, the melancholy temperament was completely destroyed.
The king grinned and slapped him in the face.
"You little bastard! Is that what I meant? Don't you know how to spend more time with me instead of ruining my plans..."
Denris dodged for a moment, his expression unchanged: "It's so boring to accompany you. I'll hurry up and give birth to a grandson for you to play with."
The king immediately withdrew his hand, his deep-set eyes narrowed into a smile, and he said cheerfully, "Okay, okay, go ahead."
When the topic turned to Angie, she didn't react at all, pretending not to hear anything. No one knew what she was thinking.
Denris pulled her back to her senses.
Angie was frightened by this pull and shuddered. She reacted quickly and said with a gentle smile in tacit understanding:
"Thank you, Father, for taking you in. The weather is cold, so please take care of yourself. Go back soon, and we'll come back to accompany you tomorrow."
"Jia is sensible. You look so heartless. It's really chilling."
The king spoke the first half of the sentence in a gentle tone, but in the second half he became angry and his expression changed drastically. Angie looked at Denris in panic.
Too lazy to talk nonsense.
Denris simply rolled his eyes, pulled Angie away, and turned away.
Is that rude? But the way they interact is quite relaxing.
Angie couldn't help but feel relieved. She turned her head and waved goodbye to the king with a smile as she walked.
"Boom!"
Deafening thunder roared, as if the heaven and earth had exploded.
The corridor is decorated exquisitely and luxuriously.
Angie's pace slowed down and cold sweat broke out all over her body.
She no longer had the smile on her face that she had in front of the king, and even a little makeup on her face could not hide her pale complexion, which looked even more eerie in this dim environment with thunder and lightning.
"Jia? What's wrong with you?"
Denris noticed her heavy breathing and slowed down his pace, still holding her arm with one hand.
"Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
She covered her lips and coughed a few times, her body trembling. She forced a smile and her face turned pale.
"Nothing, just a cold."
"Then we need to go faster."
Denris frowned, took off his coat and put it on her.
Suddenly I remembered that she had been coughing when they got married half a year ago.
The coat brought his scent and residual warmth, wrapping her up.
Angie thanked him, her face calm and her eyes slightly cold. The atmosphere between them was not very intimate.
Even when there was no one around, they were polite and kept a distance, not very familiar with each other.
"Your Highness, will you go out again after you return this time?"
Her voice was a little hoarse and nasal, sounding soft and weak, but also a bit crisp.
Because of her illness, her original voice timbre could not be heard, but she developed a unique smoky voice.
Denris quickly went over his recent work schedule in his mind.
"Not yet."
Suddenly, he thought of the argument he had just had with his father at the palace gate, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on her again.
When he said that: Give birth to a grandson, he secretly observed her several times.
No reaction at all.
Did you really not hear it or are you pretending?
Does she know what's going to happen next?
This was only the second time they met.
Skipping all the processes of falling in love, and stepping into the grave of marriage with one click.
Who else's life progresses as fast as his?
In this place where there are many people and gossips spread quickly, they are a legal couple, which means they have to sleep in the same bed.
Sleeping in a bed...
It sounds fantastic.
"You..." Denris was about to probe her about the old man's thoughts on having a grandson.
"Ahem…"
He was interrupted by a violent cough.
Denris was worried that she would lose her balance and cough herself to death.
It was obvious at a glance that he had been holding back for a long time in front of His Majesty in order not to be disrespectful, and now he was coughing back angrily.
"Come up."
He sighed, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes, and swallowed back the idea of sharing the bed.
He half-bowed in front of her, indicating that he wanted to carry her on his back.
Angie was not pretentious, knowing that if they didn't get to the palace, they would both be soaked.
Consciously climbed onto his broad back.
She pushed his long light blond hair aside, put her arms around his neck from behind, then relaxed, closed her eyes, and sank limply onto his shoulder.
The warm breath sprayed all over his neck.
Denris froze.
Their breaths blended together, and a clear and sweet fragrance lingered in his nostrils.
It's endless and impossible to ignore. Once you accept it, you'll become addicted.
He tilted his head slightly to one side, carried her on his back, and the moment he stood up, he was startled.
It's lighter than I thought.
I lifted it up and felt that it had no weight at all.
Is this the individual's weight?
I felt that she seemed a little tired and coughed from time to time. I carried her on my back at a slow and brisk pace for about a quarter of an hour, but I still got wet halfway.
Fortunately, Angie used his coat to cover their heads so that they didn't get so wet.
This palace was where he lived before he got married. It has been idle for more than half a year. Few people clean it, and even fewer people come here.
I didn't see any servants along the way.
The King is very kind to His Highness. Since His Highness cannot return to the manor today due to the weather, he will definitely spend more time with His Majesty.
No servant would even think of picking them up.
The servants who were busy cleaning the house saw two distinguished people rushing in wet and hurried to serve them.
Apologize repeatedly.
With the help of the maid, Angie took a comfortable bath, did a set of body care, dried her hair, looked at the nightgown in front of her embarrassedly, and waved the maid away.
Denris hid in his study, waving the goblet in his hand absentmindedly.
One hand covered the side of her neck, pressing it with lingering satisfaction.
Her warm breath seemed to still linger here, lingering.
He took a bath to slightly cover up the other scent, but the sweet smell was engraved in his olfactory memory and swept over him strongly.
He stared out the window at the thunderstorm night with unfocused eyes.
They have been married for more than half a year, and Denris went on a business trip on the second day of his wedding, and has been there ever since.
And Angie was the one the old man had personally chosen for him from a pile of princess information. He also talked about having a child. If people knew that they slept in separate rooms, it would mean that he didn't take them (the king and Angie) seriously!
Did it confirm the rumors that he was incompetent?!
Besides, the servants only cleaned up one room.
Well, there are good reasons.
Denris drank absentmindedly until he was a little drunk before returning to his room.
Angie put on an ill-fitting white shirt and covered her lower body with a blanket. She sat on a chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a book, staring at the rain in a daze.
I didn't even notice he came in.
Denris walked over puzzled.
He deliberately waited until this time to come back because he wanted to wait for her to fall asleep first to avoid making both of them feel uncomfortable.
"Jia? Why aren't you asleep yet?"
A magnetic and low voice sounded from above her head, which scared her so much that the book in her hand fell to the ground with a thud.
Denris frowned.
The delicate little face was pale with fear and covered with a thin layer of sweat.
When she looked at him, her light golden eyes showed a hint of fear.
He has a look of horror on his face. Does he look scary?
The cold white lightning outside and the warm light inside the house intertwined on her face, looking weird.
She seemed to be insane for a moment and then returned to normal.
Denris bent down and picked up the book at her feet.
"What the hell?"
Are you so scared?
"No... I'm a light sleeper, cough cough cough, and the rain outside is too noisy, I can't sleep." She lowered her eyes, avoiding his sight.
Can't sleep and read?
Denris returned the book to her, looked at her for a moment, and then mysteriously reached out and touched her forehead.
"Are you okay?"
"fine."
Angie was slightly startled, her eyes slightly wary. When he came closer, her whole body tensed up, and she sensitively smelled the rich aroma of wine.
Before, whenever I got close to him, I would smell a kind of intoxicating aroma of alcohol. This time the smell was a bit stronger and a bit astringent, different from the usual smell mixed with woody scent.
"Have you been drinking?" Angie was shocked.
Denris withdrew his hand and poured her a glass of water.
"Yeah, I can't sleep either."
Drinking to help you sleep? Or to get work done?
Judging from his normal complexion and tone, he probably just had a few drinks and was a little tipsy.
Wouldn't that be even more dangerous?
Angie's heart was filled with alarm.
"Thanks."
She took the cup without changing her expression, and drank half of it in one gulp, tilting her head back.
At the same time, suppress the uneasiness in your heart.
Denris followed her slender neck and saw her tightly buttoned shirt.
Even with the top button fastened, the collar is still loose and has a lot of excess room.
This shirt...
"You can't sleep, get up."
"?"
Denris hooked his finger at her, his handsome face was cold and indifferent.
"Make room."
Angie met his eyes, which showed no clear intention, and stood up with the fluffy blanket on her legs in confusion.
A pair of white thighs were fully exposed.
Denris took a quick look and sat down in the chair she had vacated.
Angie felt that his behavior was not gentlemanly at all!
Just as I was about to change a place to read, I was suddenly pulled away by a strong force.
The unexpected feeling of weightlessness made her fall onto his legs.
The blanket slipped off, and Angie shuddered and struggled to get down.
A big palm pressed on her bare legs.