Temple Sword
Chapter 117
Chapter 117
Charlie Robert entered his three-bedroom apartment, and the door slammed shut behind him.The spacious rooms are connected to each other: first a large dining room with a wide table and a tapestry of floral designs on the walls.
The servants are usually busy here, but all is quiet now.From here, another door opened, guarded as always by two silent guards with spears.
The second room was a smaller throne room and bedroom, which was also used by the king for private face-to-face conversations.To the left of the door, on a carpeted platform stands a carved stone chair resembling a formal throne room, and to the right is a writing desk with clerks, papyrus, quills, candles, sealing wax, and inkwells.
In the corner, a large fireplace was waiting to be lit, and the walls were decorated with coats of arms and weapons.The room, with its huge Gothic arched windows, is much more solemn than the soothingly furnished dining room.
The last door leads to the bedroom, where besides Charlie's bed, his censer and wooden bath, there is a cushioned prayer bench directly below the east window, on which is hung a string of small rosary beads, from which the king puts his daily crown at night Placed on top, symbolically surrenders his power to the Lord.
When he reached the last room, the King of Hungary sighed heavily.The death of his child still haunts him in grief, and he has been depressed for weeks.
Every little thing left him hopeless and weary, but he could not show it lest his subordinates and court nobles noticed the change in him and interpreted it as a sign of weakness.The bedroom is almost the only place where Charlie can meditate alone. Here, he no longer needs to hide his despair...
A shadow flashed behind him, and Charlie turned instinctively, trying to grab the dagger hanging from his waist.
"You need not be afraid, my dear majesty," murmured a soft voice, "it is I..."
The king looked at his wife silently, his hand looking for the weapon was stopped by a subtle touch, and his nose was infused with the scent of rose oil.
For a moment, he felt awkward because his courtiers communicated with him in Hungarian, but this delicate, beautiful woman spoke French: her mother tongue was Polish, and she did not become Hungarian by any means. The Queen grew up with goals.Therefore, while she was still trying to learn the language of her husband and her people, she preferred to use French, the common language of diplomacy.
"Your head is hot," she whispered, touching her husband's forehead. "There are too many problems and stress in it."
"A king . . . never has an easy job," murmured Charlie, surprised, "but my lady . . . what are you doing here? This is no place for ladies!"
"Please," whispered Elizabeth, "I haven't seen you for a long time, Your Majesty."
"How did you...how did you get past the guards?"
"They didn't stop me." She replied flatly.
Elizabeth stroked Charlie's forehead and cheek with her right hand, then slid her fingers down the nape of his neck.
"My God, how stiff!" She began to massage Charlie's neck, "Let me help you relieve the burden..."
"I hope you can help." The king closed his eyes.He felt his young wife's left hand slide over his body.
"You haven't seen me for weeks," Elizabeth whispered directly in his ear, "You are the king, Charles Robert...and I am your wife..."
A 33-year-old mature man, a king who has experienced the trial of fire, and the worst nightmare of the oligarchs, instantly became a wax figure that is easy to shape in the hands of this 17-year-old woman. In this feeling of guilt.
"I know why you keep ignoring me," the queen breathed, directing his movements, "I know...but you must be strong. The pillars of the whole kingdom rest on you, and if you become weak, the pillars will fall Fall down, and everything will fall down again. Do you understand me, my dear husband?"
"I understand," Charlie swallowed, "I heard... what you said..."
Charlie's throat became dry, his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth, and it became harder and harder to speak, all of which had nothing to do with the fact that he hadn't practiced French for a long time.
She knew exactly what she was doing: just as her husband had spent his life learning the secrets of governance, economics, politics, and warfare, so she knew how to be a lord, prince, and even king's wife, supporting him in every way.At the age of 13 she can do things that would make a grown woman blush.
But Elizabeth was not only confident in the marriage bed: she was an intelligent young woman, well versed in diplomacy, astronomy, and arithmetic, ecclesiastical affairs and secular law, fluent in many languages, and always clear about what she wanted.
Had she been born a man, she could have been the King of Kings, but as a woman, she had to be content to be the Mother of Kings.
"We can't be weak." She pushed Charlie down, and controlled the astonishment on her face with flexible movements, "We still have responsibilities to fulfill, my dear majesty..."
"Responsibility...?" the king looked up at the slender woman and whimpered, "You are a witch!"
"I am your wife," corrected Elizabeth, without any intention of stopping, "and I will give you a bloodline, leaving the Arpad and the Capet family only a dim shadow behind it. A seed that grows from your seed out of the big tree...your dynasty will make history...but first...you have to be strong, be strong!"
In this moment of unprecedented joy, Charlie became certain that with this woman by his side, he would have no match.He will be stronger than all and rule over all.
①In Hungary in the 14th century, men and women lived in different wings of the castle (except for the guards), and the king and queen also lived separately, and some were not even in the same castle
PS: some content may be harmonized
(End of this chapter)
Charlie Robert entered his three-bedroom apartment, and the door slammed shut behind him.The spacious rooms are connected to each other: first a large dining room with a wide table and a tapestry of floral designs on the walls.
The servants are usually busy here, but all is quiet now.From here, another door opened, guarded as always by two silent guards with spears.
The second room was a smaller throne room and bedroom, which was also used by the king for private face-to-face conversations.To the left of the door, on a carpeted platform stands a carved stone chair resembling a formal throne room, and to the right is a writing desk with clerks, papyrus, quills, candles, sealing wax, and inkwells.
In the corner, a large fireplace was waiting to be lit, and the walls were decorated with coats of arms and weapons.The room, with its huge Gothic arched windows, is much more solemn than the soothingly furnished dining room.
The last door leads to the bedroom, where besides Charlie's bed, his censer and wooden bath, there is a cushioned prayer bench directly below the east window, on which is hung a string of small rosary beads, from which the king puts his daily crown at night Placed on top, symbolically surrenders his power to the Lord.
When he reached the last room, the King of Hungary sighed heavily.The death of his child still haunts him in grief, and he has been depressed for weeks.
Every little thing left him hopeless and weary, but he could not show it lest his subordinates and court nobles noticed the change in him and interpreted it as a sign of weakness.The bedroom is almost the only place where Charlie can meditate alone. Here, he no longer needs to hide his despair...
A shadow flashed behind him, and Charlie turned instinctively, trying to grab the dagger hanging from his waist.
"You need not be afraid, my dear majesty," murmured a soft voice, "it is I..."
The king looked at his wife silently, his hand looking for the weapon was stopped by a subtle touch, and his nose was infused with the scent of rose oil.
For a moment, he felt awkward because his courtiers communicated with him in Hungarian, but this delicate, beautiful woman spoke French: her mother tongue was Polish, and she did not become Hungarian by any means. The Queen grew up with goals.Therefore, while she was still trying to learn the language of her husband and her people, she preferred to use French, the common language of diplomacy.
"Your head is hot," she whispered, touching her husband's forehead. "There are too many problems and stress in it."
"A king . . . never has an easy job," murmured Charlie, surprised, "but my lady . . . what are you doing here? This is no place for ladies!"
"Please," whispered Elizabeth, "I haven't seen you for a long time, Your Majesty."
"How did you...how did you get past the guards?"
"They didn't stop me." She replied flatly.
Elizabeth stroked Charlie's forehead and cheek with her right hand, then slid her fingers down the nape of his neck.
"My God, how stiff!" She began to massage Charlie's neck, "Let me help you relieve the burden..."
"I hope you can help." The king closed his eyes.He felt his young wife's left hand slide over his body.
"You haven't seen me for weeks," Elizabeth whispered directly in his ear, "You are the king, Charles Robert...and I am your wife..."
A 33-year-old mature man, a king who has experienced the trial of fire, and the worst nightmare of the oligarchs, instantly became a wax figure that is easy to shape in the hands of this 17-year-old woman. In this feeling of guilt.
"I know why you keep ignoring me," the queen breathed, directing his movements, "I know...but you must be strong. The pillars of the whole kingdom rest on you, and if you become weak, the pillars will fall Fall down, and everything will fall down again. Do you understand me, my dear husband?"
"I understand," Charlie swallowed, "I heard... what you said..."
Charlie's throat became dry, his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth, and it became harder and harder to speak, all of which had nothing to do with the fact that he hadn't practiced French for a long time.
She knew exactly what she was doing: just as her husband had spent his life learning the secrets of governance, economics, politics, and warfare, so she knew how to be a lord, prince, and even king's wife, supporting him in every way.At the age of 13 she can do things that would make a grown woman blush.
But Elizabeth was not only confident in the marriage bed: she was an intelligent young woman, well versed in diplomacy, astronomy, and arithmetic, ecclesiastical affairs and secular law, fluent in many languages, and always clear about what she wanted.
Had she been born a man, she could have been the King of Kings, but as a woman, she had to be content to be the Mother of Kings.
"We can't be weak." She pushed Charlie down, and controlled the astonishment on her face with flexible movements, "We still have responsibilities to fulfill, my dear majesty..."
"Responsibility...?" the king looked up at the slender woman and whimpered, "You are a witch!"
"I am your wife," corrected Elizabeth, without any intention of stopping, "and I will give you a bloodline, leaving the Arpad and the Capet family only a dim shadow behind it. A seed that grows from your seed out of the big tree...your dynasty will make history...but first...you have to be strong, be strong!"
In this moment of unprecedented joy, Charlie became certain that with this woman by his side, he would have no match.He will be stronger than all and rule over all.
①In Hungary in the 14th century, men and women lived in different wings of the castle (except for the guards), and the king and queen also lived separately, and some were not even in the same castle
PS: some content may be harmonized
(End of this chapter)
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