Artoria wants to read people's hearts

The young man in a gorgeous white robe seemed extraordinarily ruthless at this time, and the words he said were like knives pierced into Artoria's heart.

"Britain still needs to continue to consolidate and strengthen its domestic political situation at this time, and at the same time, it must establish good military alliances with other countries.

And in the external strategy, we also need to seek the support of other countries. "

Merlin let out a long sigh, and continued with Artoria's increasingly gloomy expression: "What's more, through marriage, Britain can find political helpers. The combination of the two countries will make Britain glow with new vitality."

"You clearly know that......, this is the best plan for the development of Britain at this time."

Having said that, the Flower Magician finally stopped, looking at Artoria with his lavender eyes, quietly waiting for her answer.

"..."

Of course I know!

This is the inescapable responsibility of King Arthur.

However..., however...

"Really, it's too painful..."

Arturia's green eyes looked extraordinarily gentle when she smiled, and even sad at this moment, she was extraordinarily beautiful.

She leaned weakly on her throne, with her eyes half down.

Choosing to sacrifice an innocent girl because of political needs, marrying a queen as a man, selfishly disregarding the other party's happiness.

From then on, the girl who will be the queen will be deprived of her freedom for the rest of her life, although the other party will also have a queen's Jiarong.

But is it really glory?

No, it was the shackles that bound that girl.

Even if the queen has her true sweetheart in the future, she probably can only stay away dejectedly.

False marriages will be sustained by lies.

That girl will be pushed into the abyss by Artoria herself.

Messy thoughts form a net, the net gets tighter and tighter, reaching the heart, after a dull pain, I just give up.

Artoria remained silent, and only the shallow breathing of her and Merlin echoed in the empty hall.

After a long time, she raised her head and opened her eyes with a desperate determination.

"I understand."

She heard her voice trembling slightly, "If this is the best choice for Britain, then so be it."

"Then, Merlin, please tell me."

The girl with blond hair and green eyes slowly looked at the flower magician standing aside.

"Who should be King Arthur's queen?"

Arturia's inquiry came in his ears, the white-haired young man took a step back, put his right hand on his upper left and saluted the girl sitting high on the throne.

"Your Majesty." He replied sternly, "Princess Guinevere of Scotland deserves it all. She will be the most perfect queen of Britain."

It really is her......

Merlin's proposal was exactly the same as Artoria's choice for queen, it had nothing to do with romance, it was simply because marriage with Scotland was the best option for Britain.

Will and destiny often run counter to each other. At this moment, she deeply felt the helplessness of life.

In the dim light, she wore a noble crown on her golden hair, dressed in blue clothes and white armor, and sat firmly on the altar in the vast and empty palace.

The emerald color of the king's eyes seemed to be stained with ink, and finally, a heavy sigh escaped from her mouth: "In two days, I will propose a marriage contract to Scotland."

I'm sorry, Guinevere.

Chapter 20 Marriage

Ever since she drew the Sword in the Stone, Artoria's time has been frozen.

She is cursed by the Holy Sword and loved by the Holy Sword.

Immortality and immortality have been shackled by the blessing of eternity.

Leading the country known as Britain, a blond girl pretends to be a boy and sits on the throne.

She possesses supreme passion and awareness, and the soul from the future blooms brilliantly in this era.

It is such a young king who tries to create a truly peaceful and prosperous world in a turbulent situation.

The people of Britain love their king because she is so noble and just.

Leading them in deep despair to find new hope again, so the people thought from the bottom of their hearts, such a great king should not have no one around her.

Thus, King Arthur of Britain submitted a marriage request to Princess Guinevere of Scotland.

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The King of Scots is now facing his daughter, the jewel in his palm --- Guinevere.

A few minutes ago he had his attendants call the princess from the Royal Library because he had received a request for marriage from Britain.

Looking at the beautiful girl sitting beside him, the King of Scotland handed her the letter written by Arturia himself.

"Remember I asked you two years ago if you would like to be King Arthur's wife."

His blue eyes looked lovingly at his daughter, who he had always loved so much: "I have been unwilling to impose my thoughts on you, so I will ask you again, about the proposal of King Arthur of Britain. Do you want to?"

Would you like to...

Guinevere repeated her father's words in her mind, and she couldn't help but think of every detail of getting along with that handsome blond king two years ago.

At that time, they got along really well, and it is undeniable that Guinevere found a feeling of heartbeat from such King Arthur.

The king's reputation spread far and wide, and Guinevere also intentionally collected some information about her after the farewell two years ago.

Thinking of those deeds about the other party, Guinevere felt a little sweet in her heart.

So, she responded to her father with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Yes, father."

The girl's eyes seemed to be as bright as the stars, "I agree to King Arthur's marriage proposal. In my heart, he is a real hero."

Hearing his daughter's words, the King of Scots couldn't help laughing, "Since this is your wish, then I will reply to Britain in agreement."

With a look of relief and a trace of worry on his face, he finally let out a long sigh, and then said with emotion:

"My lovely daughter has grown up..."

Guinevere is a qualified princess, that alone is beyond doubt.

From the appearance alone, the princess has clear blue eyes like the lake and long black hair like silk. She is so beautiful, like a lyrical prose poem, full of girlish innocence and youthful spirit. style.

But while having a beautiful appearance, Guinevere also has the consciousness of being a princess.

Although she does not have the ability to fight on the battlefield, nor can she participate in political affairs like her imperial brother, but she has always wanted to do something for her country.

It is her own choice to become a bridge between Scotland and Britain through marriage, and Guinevere is willing to shoulder such a heavy responsibility.

There is nothing more meaningful to her than this, and she is happy to go to King Arthur's side.

The warm afternoon sun added a little warmth to the earth. The sun passed through every corner of the world and finally stayed in the eyes of the girl.

"I have seen that king, and because I have seen it, I am extremely sure that everything is accurate, strict, and fair. These are the qualities of King Arthur's noble mind, so I will not regret it."

The girl's tone was as soft as a cloud, and she told the truth in her heart.

"Guinevere, you are the pride of my life. Now that you have made a decision, even if you may stumble in the days to come, you may be frustrated by failure, and there may be times of disappointment and grief.

You must also learn to endure loneliness in the flames of pain, and remember your identity. You will be the queen of Britain, assisting King Arthur to gather people's hearts and stabilize diplomacy. You must always stay awake. This is what I give as a father. Your advice. "

"I will keep it in my heart."

The King of Scots smiled like the sun through the clouds.

"Bless you, my child. Please remember that no matter where you are, you will always be my pride."

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Scotland and Britain have established a formal marriage contract, but the marriage between the two countries is not that simple.

Wedding preparations take time, and both Guinevere and Artoria need to make adequate preparations.

King Arthur needs to send her most trusted knights to form a welcoming team to bring the Scottish princess who is ready for the dowry back to Britain from Scotland.

After half a year......

Guinevere, who had already prepared everything, boarded the carriage to Britain. She looked back at the Scottish royal capital, which she could no longer see clearly, and her heart was full of expectations and anxiety about the future.

Saying goodbye to her familiar relatives and the homeland where she grew up, she will spend her whole life in another strange country from now on.

King Arthur specially dispatched his own bodyguard to escort, and the King of Scotland presented Guinevere with nearly a hundred knights, all of which were enough to ensure the safety of the Scottish princess.

What's more, there are maids who take care of the princess's daily life and attendants who are responsible for delivering the dowry. This is definitely a large enough team.

And the most conspicuous thing in the dowry is the huge and somewhat weird round table.

That round table was a gift from Guinevere's father, the King of Scotland, to King Arthur, which contained the meanings of 'equality' and 'unity'.

However, Guinevere expressed doubts about whether King Arthur, who received the table as a gift, would be happy about it.

Stopping and stopping along the way, by the time Guinevere arrived at Camelot, the capital of Britain, more than half a month had passed.

She was welcomed into the city by Bedivere, who had been waiting for a long time. When she entered the city, Guinevere, who had been a little confused along the way, suddenly found a sense of down-to-earth reality.

Sitting in a gorgeous carriage, walking in this strange country.

She looked out of the window curiously, wanting to observe carefully the city where she will live in the future.

What caught Guinevere's eyes was the exceptionally clean and tidy streets, and the happy smiles on the faces of the nearby people.

These scenes surprised her a little, because it didn't look like a long-term war and turmoil at all.

Guinevere thought of the blond boy who looked like sunshine, and she knew very well in her heart that it must be the credit of King Arthur.

She began to look forward to the future more and more.

Chapter 21 The Big Wedding

"Come to me, Guinevere—"

The delicate-looking boy's golden hair was blown up by the wind, shining brightly in the sun.

The gentle smile on his face is like the breeze blowing on the grassland, or the warm clouds in the sky.

The holy and noble King Arthur stretched out his hand to hold his wife in a gorgeous wedding gown. The softness between his brows seemed to melt the wind and snow. His extremely warm gaze was like a stream of warmth flowing in his heart, which gave Guinevere endless happiness at this moment. courage and strength.

The girl's black hair was coiled up, revealing her fair and charming neck, and a few mischievous strands of hair scattered from her ears. She was definitely the most beautiful bride, brighter and more elegant than any other woman.

At this time, this beautiful girl was holding a delicate and beautiful bouquet, and entered the palace of marriage amidst the distant bells that were rang at the same time in the entire royal city.

The place where they held their wedding was the largest and most sacred church in Camelot.

The wedding was held there, and every brick and every detail in the church was exquisitely carved.

It has experienced a hundred years of vicissitudes. Every arch, buttress and every pillar of the dome all interpret the grandeur of the building and reveal a solemn beauty to people.

Guinevere raised her head, her husband's appearance was reflected in her eyes, a smile involuntarily bloomed quietly on her beautiful face, like shining stars, or like waves of autumn water.

The king of Britain carefully took his wife's hand and stepped up the steps, with a focused and solemn expression, as if he was holding some rare treasure in his hand at the moment.

"Are you nervous?" Artoria asked in a low voice.

"...a little bit of it."

The young queen looked sideways at her husband, and his gentle and considerate question made Guinevere dissipate some of her timidity.

"Don't be afraid, Guinevere, I will always be by your side."

King Arthur clenched the catkin in his hand, and stared at the girl for a long time with emerald eyes, as if he wanted to dedicate his whole soul to his wife, which made Guinevere's uneasy mood suddenly settle down.

This is my choice, this is my path, and the person in front of me is my husband. At this moment, she suddenly realized this deeply.

As if the veil that covered her eyes was lifted, the sense of illusion that Guinevere had never dissipated since she came to Britain completely disappeared.

Sure enough..., it's great that I can come to King Arthur's side.

Even though the king's figure is a bit slender, it doesn't detract from his dazzling brilliance at all.