Flowers, Swords and France

October 1, 1855.

It was a sunny day, the sun was hanging high in the sky, and the golden sunlight dyed the whole world. The blue sky was as clear as a piece of blue jade, looking crystal clear.

However, unlike the scorching summer, even though the sun is shining now, the weather is not too hot. On the contrary, it feels lazily and very comfortable, and the whole air is filled with a lazy atmosphere.

The bright sun in the sky enthusiastically sheds golden light, and the waves of the sea become more and more excited. They playfully rush to the shore, wanting to kiss the land in front of them, and spread their accumulated passion energy onto the beach. The lush green coastal woods behind the beach, as well as the bathing villas hidden among these woods, coupled with the golden and soft sand, create a beautiful scenery that is intoxicating.

In a villa facing the sea, a woman wearing a light yellow tulle skirt and a thin lavender gauze scarf around her neck was sitting on the balcony, quietly looking at the scenery in front of her.

She was probably in her twenties, with a good face, fair skin, and her thin golden hair was tied into a bun and hung down the back of her head. She looked younger than she actually was, and she couldn't tell that she had just given birth. traces of passing. The sea breeze blew on her body, causing the lace on her skirt to sway slightly, which also made her feel extremely comfortable.

Of course, her greater comfort came from a letter in her hand.

"Char... if you still have some old impressions of me, if you still have a little pity for me, I ask you not to abandon me regardless, and don't leave me silently. Go, please recall the bits and pieces of our past and what you said to me Those promises... Even if you can't recall these things, even if you are ready to leave me, I ask you to at least tell me all this in person and explain what you said to me before, because This means a lot to me, and it can also dispel my unrealistic delusions..."

She watched all of this quietly, and then an uncontrollable joy suddenly rose in her heart, and she even read some of the sentences out of joy. These sentences were written very sadly, as if the writer was crying now, but because of this, it also brought her great comfort.

After reading it, she still felt that it was not enough, so she read some of the sad sentences again.

"Go to hell." She suddenly laughed cruelly.

Then, she unfolded the letter, grabbed the pink letter with both hands, and finally tore it hard, tearing the letter in half, and then continued to tear it until finally, the letter became pieces. The note has been completely changed beyond recognition and no one can see it clearly anymore.

Then, she walked to the edge of the balcony, and then sprinkled the notes in her hand directly. The pink notes floated into the air, like a group of entangled snakes, twisting slowly downwards It floated down, and finally landed on the slightly rippling sea, immersed in the dazzling golden light.

She is Marie-de-Treville, Duchess of Curzon, whose original surname is de Leolan. She recently accompanied her husband, Charles de Treville, Duke of Curzon, to the coastal city of Cannes to spend the summer. .

Duke Curzon is the Minister of Transportation of the Empire. He holds a high position and holds a large budget. He also has great influence in the national political circles and has won the trust of His Majesty the Emperor. Therefore, he has always been considered the most powerful person in the Empire. One of the people, and as his wife, Mary has always attracted attention and was very influential in the court.

"What are you doing?" Just as Mary was watching with interest the pieces of paper falling to the sea and slowly sinking into the sea water, a question came from behind her.

"I didn't do anything..." After hearing the speaker's voice clearly, she turned to look at him with a smile, "I just eliminated some annoying noise for our holiday."

Opposite there is also a woman about the same age as her, but unlike Mary who is dressed luxuriously, she is only wearing a plain white skirt and no jewelry, but she is still very beautiful, with golden hair and blue eyes. It matches the seaside scenery so well.

She is the sister of Duke Kerzon, and she recently came here with her brother and sister-in-law.

"Really?" She walked up rather confused, and then looked at the sea from the balcony, "But I seem to see you destroying a letter."

"Yes, that's what I did." Mary smiled and nodded slightly, "This letter is for Charles, and it is sent from someone you will definitely not like."

"What? Where is it?" Fran became serious when she heard her say that, "Could it be..."

"Yes, there are always so many people who want to make us unhappy. Who calls Charles the minister of the empire?" Mary shrugged, then looked at the sea with a sneer, "But they won't succeed, this It's going to be over soon. She desperately hopes that Charles will come to see her, but...she can't even think about it."

"Well, in that case, you did a good job." Fran immediately agreed with her opinion, "But you also have to be careful. It's not that simple to open and read his letters. Don't let him find out. ”

"Of course, how could I make such a stupid mistake?" Mary smiled, showing off her duchess's demeanor, "Don't worry, he won't be able to tell. Don't forget his letter. I have been helping him deal with it all the time, and even his schedule was made up by me. Anyone who dares to think too wildly will be disappointed. "

"You are so smart." Fran looked at her with approval, "I almost admire you."

"Why do you admire me? Aren't I doing this for us?" Mary still smiled sweetly, but there was something inexplicable in her tone: "Only when all the disgusting people are eliminated will the world become quiet..." "

"How impressive, she is a duchess after all." Fran muttered, looking a little sarcastic.

"Are you still jealous of me at this time?" Mary spread her hands, "Okay, is there anything in this world that I can't share with you?"

Fran didn't speak.

"Okay, let's not talk about this kind of thing. It's so boring. The weather is so nice today. We should enjoy the sea breeze." Mary shrugged, then suddenly took Fran's hand and dragged her to the middle of the balcony. .

There was a soft table here for the owner to rest in the sun, and the two of them lay directly on it. Next to it was a short table with a gold-plated plate filled with large purple grapes. Looks fresh and tender.

"It feels so comfortable!" Mary sighed as she picked up a grape from the plate and put it into her mouth. The bright red juice seemed to dye her lips even redder.

"Isn't this the life you want?" Fran also took a grape for herself. "Enjoy it like a duchess."

"Is there anything wrong with pursuing enjoyment?" Mary asked with a smile, and then she frowned slightly, "But of course, I also know what it takes to enjoy this kind of life...hard work, pain, and always ready to eradicate the enemy. Determination and action, as well as the risk of defeat at any time... these are things that I have to bear, and that I have to bear with Ciel."

As if she felt that Fran was a little unhappy, she immediately added emphatically, "Of course, you will bear this with us."

"My brother seems to be worried lately. What happened?" Fran's face seemed to be a little better now.

"His Majesty wants Charles to be the Chancellor of the Finance. When his vacation is over, the appointment will be granted." Mary whispered in Fran's ear, "So Charles has been busy these days. To prepare for this, I will be out a lot even on vacation.”

"His Majesty wants him to be the Minister of Finance?" Fran was a little surprised, but she quickly calmed down, "Is this a promotion? But... the financial situation of the empire is a bit troublesome now, so he may be busy."

"Yes, there is a mountain of things waiting for him to do, and he is also gearing up to show off his grand ambitions. I'm afraid you don't know how many plans he has secretly made just waiting to be implemented!" Mary continued to explain, "And I also Will help him continue to do his job, just like he always has."

"What about me?" Fran asked.

"I ask you to continue to play a role in the council from now on, so that we don't have to worry about anything." Mary chuckled, "After Charles leaves the Ministry of Transportation, he will no longer be able to lead the department openly, but this We cannot lose this position easily. During this period, Charles has been desperately assigning tasks to his cronies, so that they can do their own thing secretly in the future, and he also plans to further enhance the authority of the council... This is your boss. It’s time to show off your skills.”

"I think so." Fran nodded firmly, "I will never let anyone get involved in the territory of our Treville family."

"Then please continue to serve our family from now on." Mary said with a smile.

Although the truth is correct, the word 'our family' made Fran frown slightly. Although Mary has been married to her brother for several years and has a daughter, she still cannot regard Mary as her sister-in-law, let alone a member of the Treville family.

A trace of jealousy lingered in Fran's mind again.

"In terms of your contribution to the family, you are the greater one." She said in a mocking tone, "We are still waiting for you to continue to strive for success and expand the branches and leaves of our family, but it is best next time Let’s have a son, after all... ugh..."

At this point she couldn't go on because a grape was suddenly stuffed into her mouth.

"At this time, do you still want to treat me as an outsider? It's too late, Miss Treville." Mary still looked at Fran with a smile, and then took her hand back, and her fair and slender hand passed from Fran's face. Crossed over.

"What are you doing?" A trace of anger flashed across Fran's face.

"It's nothing, I just want to tell you that I really have no ill intentions towards you, and I ask you to think the same as me. After all, this is a good thing for the Treville family and the friendship between the two of us." Mary said as she gently put her hand on Fran's shoulder, "Have you forgotten how good friends we used to be?"

Fran lowered her head slightly, and then whispered. "I haven't forgotten...I'm just afraid that you will forget."

"How could I forget? Everyone left me when I was at my lowest point, and you were the only one who stayed by my side... I will never forget such a kindness." Mary suddenly put her face in front of Fran, "Actually, I know that you are just a little jealous, jealous that I became a duchess, and you can only silently endure the gnawing of love..."

"Yeah, so what? Can't it?" Fran's face turned pale, and then stared at her, "Do you want me to thank you? Thank you for not driving me away like you treat others? Oh, I think if you can do it, you would have done it a long time ago? Just like you have always done."

"Yes, but I can't do anything about you, so I have to endure it... Who told you that the gentleman will always miss you?" Mary smiled and replied, "Fortunately, after all, we have a good relationship, and I can accept this result..."

"What do you mean?" Fran looked at each other with some confusion.

"I mean, since we have a favor, and you are so eager, I will help you get what I get." Mary leaned close to Fran's ear and said. "After all, good friends can share everything, right?"

Unexpectedly, her hand had already slid to Fran's chest, but Fran was too shocked by the news, so she didn't notice it.

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"Share?"

"Yes, now I have a child and you don't, isn't that pitiful?" Mary's eyes were filled with both eagerness for her friend and the pleasure of turning over and becoming the master, "So I want to help you, help you get a child as soon as possible, after all, this is what you deserve...Yes, I will help you and Charles, to be honest, this matter should have been resolved earlier, but I didn't have a child before, so I selfishly dragged it until now...But I think you can forgive me, right?"

When she said this, her entire face was almost pressed against Fran's face.

"Child..." Fran opened her eyes wide, "You...are you willing to help me?"

"Not only help you once, but also always in the future, until we grow old." Mary whispered. "From now on, as long as we stay with Charles, it will be enough..."

"Okay, great!" Fran was overjoyed and could hardly restrain herself, "As long as you help me, I will be very grateful... Ah! What are you doing?"

At this time, she realized that Mary's hand had already reached into the gap between her skirt and her chest, and her hand was placed on her raised breasts, kneading them slightly.

She quickly reached out to grab the other's hand, and then looked at the other in panic, "What are you doing?"

"I'm sharing with each other..." Mary seemed to be unconscious at this time, looking at her with a dazed look, "Since I have helped you so much, it is only right to collect a little reward... Don't forget, you can get what you want in the future, and even have your own children..."

"These are two different things!" Fran struggled to get up. "I will thank you, but... but why do you have to do this?"

"Don't you even want to make such a sacrifice?" Mary suddenly turned over, pressed down Fran, and stopped her struggle, "I just want this little reward from you, isn't it too much?"

"This... this is simply... simply..." Fran, who was pressed down, had difficulty breathing and her words were incoherent, "This is ridiculous... We are all women!?"

"That's why we are safe... No one will punish us for anything." Mary had a smile of victory on her face, "Moreover, we can use this method to consolidate our relationship instead of letting jealousy tear us apart... Really, only when you and I stand together, I will feel how safe it is to be alive..."

As she spoke, her hand groped in again, and then gently kneaded it again, and at this time, her breathing had become rapid, just like when her husband was with her.

"Don't... don't mess around!" Fran still wanted to struggle, but she was pressed down and could only swing helplessly, "If... if others see us, we... we..."

"We are the only ones here, isn't this the best occasion?" Mary didn't mean to retreat at all, but her smile became more and more intense, and a slight blush suddenly appeared on her face, obviously she was already emotional, "Don't resist, okay... Really, it will be very comfortable..."

As she said, her other hand went around Fran's back and began to untie her skirt.

"Don't... don't joke!" Fran's face was already red because of shame. She struggled violently, but because her strength gradually dissipated, the amplitude of her swing became smaller and smaller. She could only watch the skirt being untied bit by bit, "Are you... are you crazy!"

Now a large area of ​​her skin was exposed to the sun, and the gentle and cool sea breeze passed over these white skin, making her almost tremble.

At this time, Mary's hand had slowly slid down from her chest and slowly slid from her belly to the deep.

"Hey... Hey..." Fran felt weak all over and could only shout, "Are you... Are you really crazy?"

"I'm not crazy, I'm just too clear-headed." Mary's face was red as if water could drip out, "I love you so much..."

"This is not... not a question of love!" Fran replied reluctantly, grabbing the hand and trying to push it away.

However, Mary grabbed her hand instead, easily disintegrated her resistance, and then gently scraped it there as if it was a prank.

"Woo!" Fran screamed.

Then, this muffled groan came out intermittently.

"I... I won't forgive you..." She was already weak and could only swear.

"I just hope you won't forgive me and play with me properly..." Mary's face came in front of Fran again, and the air she blew from her mouth blew on Fran's face, almost hot. "You have to do some practice beforehand, right? Am I not the best sparring partner?"

"... You bastard..." Fran couldn't help cursing. "I... Woo... Woo..."

Her lips were sealed by Mary's lips, and the hot and wet tongue stirred in her mouth, bringing warm saliva, which made her almost unable to speak, and she could only make a muffled hum.

Because of the difficulty in breathing and the sensitive touch from all over, Fran's mind gradually became dazed. She felt that there was nothingness in front of her, as if she had come to a world, and the whole world turned into a golden ocean, and her body was floating in the sky.

"You said so firmly, but your body is quite honest." After a long time, Mary separated her lips, then took her hand, and spread her two fingers slightly apart, showing the sticky sticky thread like a prank.

"You...you..." Fran was furious, but her body was still as limp as mud.

"Enjoy it...I will share everything with you."

Her brief sobriety was immediately interrupted again, and Mary pressed on her again, and then sealed her resistance with her lips.

The sun in the sky gradually turned golden, and the soft and warm sunlight sprinkled on the two close friends who were entangled together, like a blessing from heaven. (~^~)