Flowers, Swords and France

Just as Charles left the military parade in Sartori with His Excellency the President and headed back to the capital, his sister was also leaving the theater.

It's not time for the theater to close yet, so there aren't many people gathering in the aisles inside and outside the theater. Fran slowly walked out of the passage, and the beautiful singing that kept coming from behind did not make her hesitate for a moment.

Like most of the noble ladies who went to and from the theater, she was dressed up tonight. Because it was winter, she was wearing a white fur robe, looking solemn yet still charming as a young woman. Wearing a string of pearl necklaces on her slender neck, the soft light made her neck and collarbones whiter. She also wore exquisite earrings inlaid with small sapphires on her earlobes, and she also wore a crown on her head. The fashionable white hat decorated with feathers, combined with the still brilliant blond hair, makes the whole person look even more jeweled, which is completely different from his usual simple appearance.

With this beautiful and elegant dress and her own beauty, she unsurprisingly became the focus of attention again when she watched the performance just now.

However, she didn't enjoy this happiness for long. Fran walked out of the theater box. The maid behind her didn't know why, but she could only follow behind.

After walking down the steps of the theater, Fran did not walk directly to the carriage parked not far away. Instead, she stopped there and kept looking left and right, as if waiting for something.

It was a bit cold outside, and the cold wind kept blowing on her delicate face, causing her face to hurt slightly. But she didn't realize it and just kept looking around.

Miss Treville. Naturally, I won't be afraid of such a small difficulty.

This is a rare opportunity for her.

Although Fran can clearly feel that her former friend is watching her openly or secretly recently, she has lost her appearance recently. As a woman who valued normality, she would never go out in public until the scars on her face were healed. This gave Fran an excellent opportunity, a period of time where she could move freely.

Although there are still servants following me when I go out, who dares to be disrespectful to the eldest lady and even ask questions?

However, reality is not always as smooth as expected, as time passes by. Fran began to feel a little anxious.

It was almost time to end the show, and there would be some trouble if he didn't come. Why on earth, why hasn’t it appeared yet?

"I'm really sorry to keep you waiting."

Just when Fran was about to leave, a quiet voice came from not far away. This voice sounds very young, full of the passion unique to young people, and a hint of cynicism that despises everything.

It's finally here... After hearing this voice, Fran breathed a sigh of relief and turned her head.

Behind a pillar. She spotted the young man.

That young man was the Ezreal Walter who once visited Fran uninvited and then took the initiative to say that he would never see her again.

And this time, it wasn't him who broke his promise, but Fran who asked him out.

"Are you finally here?" Fran immediately greeted the young man with a smile on her face. "I almost wanted to leave. Fortunately, I had to wait a few more minutes."

Although she seemed to be slightly scolding the other person for being late, her tone was very friendly and gentle as always. One can't help but feel good about it.

"Ah, I'm so sorry. Miss, I was just overwhelmed by your beauty. So I just looked at you a little more." Ezreal Walter bowed towards Fran seemingly respectfully.

Then, seeing Fran still looking at him, he could only smile again, "Okay, I'm joking, miss, I rushed here immediately after receiving the news from you, but after I got here , it took me some time to find you - I'm sorry, I don't usually come to places like this..."

Although he obviously understood that he was facing a young lady from the Treville family, he only looked friendly and did not have that kind of humble respect.

The reason is not difficult to understand. It's just that Fran doesn't know about it yet.

Then, neither of the two people spoke, but the young man kept looking at Fran.

"I really didn't expect... that we could meet again, and..." After looking at it for a while, Ezreal Walter finally sighed, as if he was very emotional about their reunion, "And it's you who came here. Looking for me..."

Fran's heart sank slightly, and she felt slightly dissatisfied with this person's sudden use of the overly affectionate name "you". However, she was still very calm on the surface, looking up at the other person as innocently as usual. "Sir... I'm really sorry. I violated our agreement. If you feel that I have disturbed you or caused you any inconvenience, I... I will leave immediately."

"No, no! How could it be? On the contrary, I am very happy." Perhaps because of Fran's hint, Ezreal also changed his title again, "When I think that in your eyes, I actually have a little bit of worth. I'm really happy to be favored again. Hey... I just like to joke. Sometimes I say something inappropriate, so you must forgive me and don't be angry. "

"It's okay, sir, I rarely get angry with others." Fran still had that gentle smile on her face, as if she could tolerate everything, "I'm just afraid that something happened to you, so I kept I'm worried about you."

"Don't worry. Although people like me are not very carefree, my own safety can still be guaranteed." Ezreal Walter waved his hand, "On your side, you should take care of yourself and keep others private. It’s not a good thing for you to come out and run out here and get cold.”

After hearing this, the smile on Fran's face froze slightly, and then slowly turned into a bitter smile.

"I'm sorry. I don't want to disturb you, sir. But if there is another way, I won't just call you here... I really have no choice..."

Then, her face showed the look of crying. "I'm afraid you won't believe me. I'm now in an unbearable situation. I may look glamorous, but I have to live with pain and fear every day, even if I want to find someone who can express my inner feelings. It's hard to find anyone... I thought for a long time among the people I know, trying to find someone who can listen to what I have to say, but... except for you, I can't find anyone anymore. Who else? Would you believe it? How pathetic I am now!”

After hearing Fran's somewhat sad confession. Ezreal's eyes opened wider and wider, no longer as relaxed and casual as before.

The luxuriously dressed girl in front of her looked indeed very sad, her complexion was pale and painful, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes, with a sense of despair and bewilderment, as if she was a lamb being offered on the altar.

After being in her current position, she is still unhappy? Why? He was still a little unbelievable.

"Can you please tell me carefully? What happened?" Ezreal's breathing became a little faster, and his expression became a little scary.

Is this person's reaction too intense? It felt like I was overly concerned. Fran thought in her mind, indicating that Shang Ze continued to look at a loss.

Could it be...even though I haven't met him a few times? But he actually fell in love with me?

Fran glanced at the other person inadvertently, and after seeing that handsome but slightly distorted face due to anxiety, a kind of heartfelt disgust and disgust could not help but arise.

Forget it, we still need him now.

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The thought of this. Fran suppressed the disgust in her heart, "Maybe I am exaggerating, but please believe it. Now I am really in a dangerous situation, and I just feel that I am facing a very terrible fate..."

"So. What's going on!" Ezreal's expression was very solemn, and his tone even increased a lot. "Can you please tell me? Who put you in danger?"

Under his anxious gaze. Fran fell into silence, as if she didn't know how to speak.

It wasn't until a long time later that she raised her head again and spoke hesitantly. "At this point, what's the point of hiding it? Okay, I'm telling you, please don't spread the word..."

"I will." Ezreal nodded.

"This matter... is really unspeakable..." Fran was still very hesitant, and finally sighed, "My close friend Mary, she... betrayed my trust and used me to enter our home, she... she wanted I tried my best to seduce my brother..."

Ezreal was stunned by the sudden news. "You mean, he was unfaithful to his fiancée and secretly found a lover?"

"After I learned the news, I was very angry with her, accused her of destroying our family, and asked her to leave us quickly for the sake of our friendship. After all, my brother was about to get married... As a result, she didn't treat her at all. She was so ashamed that she refused my request! As a result, we had a fight, and then... Then she complained to my brother, and then... Then she instigated my brother to ignore me and bully me, God... How much I have suffered!"

Ezreal's breathing became faster and faster, and his hands clenched into fists. "Then...then he really did this? He bullied you just for a lover?"

"You see, it's really hard for me to say this kind of scandal..." Fran smiled bitterly, acquiescing to his statement.

"This bastard... I knew he was such a bastard!" Ezreal clenched his fists and muttered quietly, "After all, he is that person's good son!"

"If you just ignore me, I will feel uncomfortable, but I can get over it... I'm just afraid, sir, think about it, Mary is so liked by him, and she hates me, if she doesn't stop in the future, If I instigate my brother, maybe one day he will find me and marry me to a random family..." Fran seemed to be choked up, and this time she expressed her true feelings, "This is what I am most afraid of!"

"Do you need to obey him? How can you take this kind of person seriously? What right does he have to dominate you?"

"Sir, you don't understand... In a family like ours, how can I resist my grandfather and brother? No... I can't. I can only submit and accept any arrangement they make," Fran shook her head gently. Shaking his head, "This is our thousands of years of tradition, and I can't get rid of it."

"Damn it!" Ezreal couldn't help but curse.

"So, in order to prevent this most terrible thing from happening, I thought of you." After calming down, Fran looked at Ezreal again. "Can you be kind and help me?"

This kind of words and expressions, which were strong in melancholy and tolerant in sadness, seemed like an angel to Ezreal in an instant.

What a beautiful child, and how kind! She shouldn't suffer any grievances, Ezreal thought.

And what kind of heart of stone would have the heart to be so cruel to such an angel? This is really too much.

Thinking of this, Ezreal-Walter couldn't help but feel full of resentment towards his half-brother.

"I am very happy. I am willing to do everything for your happiness. Just treat me as a real brother, child!" (To be continued..)