The Kingsguard Knights uniform is also mixed, but it was clear from the look on their faces that they did not rush to this occasion to defend the king. At the end of the corridor, you must have found King Fritz and Charlotte fleeing. A man like a commander standing at the center let his mouth swell in anger.
"Shame on you this time of year and yet! King Fritz!!
"Going Ahead will not!!
Exposed to countless swords and shivering gazes, Alicia's slender limbs trembled in fear. Still, the way he pulled his chin resolutely and stood in the way made the royal majesty feel.
That would have been the same for the mobs. Alone Alicia, you're not supposed to make breakthroughs or anything, but you don't try to run through the side just to set up a sword.
"Queen Alicia."
I repeated my deep breath so as to try to hold off the anger that would erupt if I were to, and then one man took a step at the center.
Even at a time like this, Alicia was surprised that the man was making a terribly beautiful face. If this was not the midst of a revolution or anything else, but the place for a brilliant court ball, it would have singled out the hot gaze of the young ladies.
If it's the color of sunny weather that Alicia's hair falls out of, it's the color of the book at night. Even though that is rare, the eyes peering through the cool eye area are deep purple, deepening his mysterious impression. Slightly muscular nosebumps and thin lips were tough, and the outfit wrapped around elegant figure and slender and tall body made me think of that of nobility, although not gorgeous.
And, even though she had a noticeable appearance so far, Alicia didn't know the man. Speaking of glossy pitch-black hair, I once pinched it in my little ear that there was something in an old aristocratic house that had such a rare hair color that it was once glorious, but is this man out of the house?
But it was fierce anger and swirling hatred that floated on the beautiful face of the man. The fact that Alicia was descended from the blood of a historical king barely kept the man respectful.
"Give way, Queen Alicia. Forgive you, the symbol of the majesty of Heilland, for your stupidity, whether you turn your sword or not."
"If so, you should draw your sword"
Stirring her stirring body, Alicia glanced back at the attacker with a brilliant appearance. The hand of the man holding the sword pattern faintly increased in strength.
"Unfortunately, where do you need to shelter King Fritz? That man was your father's enemy, tired enough to lay repression on the people of Heyland, brought in his mistress and fooled all the way to you. He's a man who has trampled on our pride."
"If so, what is it!
The clear voice of a bird running through the sky stuck to a stone corridor. As she inspired herself, Alicia stood up and continued.
"If the people call me the symbol of Heilland, then Master Fritz is the symbol of whom I love. If you mean to be faithful to Chester's blood, shouldn't you use that sword to protect His Majesty the Fritz!
"... Has the authority of this country fallen?"
Purple eyes reflecting Alicia cooled down. From the look on the face of the man throwing up bitterly, it looked as if all the colours had been lost.
Not good. With instinctive fear, when Alicia tried to back off, the man moved. The shock struck the sleigh and breast, and Alicia opened her eyes. At the end of his swinging vision, he saw the man's sword pierce Alicia's chest and his own blood pass through the blade and fall zero on the floor.
"How... do"
"Meh."
Slurring swords are pulled out, and a body that has lost its support falls and falls on the marble floor. With trembling hands, when Alicia touched her own chest, raw warm blood dyed her elongated fingers red.
It's your own blood. There are signs of men running along Alicia's side lying around. But stopping it was no longer left for her. As the blood bled out, his vision was sumptuous and his hands and feet were powerless as numb.
"This is the result of falling in love, clouding the eyes of your heart and turning your back from the people. Repent your sins in the afterlife."
Floating with the colour of contempt, purple eyes look down at Alicia. In Alicia's eyes, the man with the pitch-black hair looked exactly like a reaper. And in fact, the lightning of Alicia's life was about to be extinguished by a wound pierced by a man's sword.
Alicia asked herself over and over again in her thoughts of becoming sumptuous.
Where the hell did I go the wrong way? Loved by King Xian and his famous father, he was praised by everyone < Princess Blue Rose >, and I should certainly have been happy.
Now it is about to run out on the cold floor, unloved by the beloved, overlooked by his subordinates, and turned to the eyes of scorn and hatred.
Alicia's cheeks dropped hot drops. If I had chosen the right path, could I have taken a different raw? Haven't you had to meet such a miserable end?
How long, I would have done that. It sounded like a heavy object had fallen, and Alicia opened her lid thinly, which had been closed at some point.
Something moves ahead of my sight, which has also made it harder to tie the focus anymore. It rolled by and stopped hitting Alicia's cold finger, which was a well polished wooden barrel.
With that sight at its earliest, from the eyes of Alicia Chester Yorum, the light was lost forever.
... should have.
On a large sleeping table with a canopy, Alicia repeated her rough breathing over and over. My heart struck my chest like an early bell and my whole body was sweating more and more.
"Shea, are you okay?... Shea?
Yes, Alicia stripped Negrije obsessively with sweat, looking for a fatal wound that should have opened to her chest. But I don't see a single scar on Alicia's white soft skin.
Besides, what kind of joke is this?
"My face is bright blue. After all, shouldn't we call the attending?
"But Your Majesty, the princess's fever seems to be coming down completely..."
Alicia stared at the two adults sitting in a chair and interacting worryingly with each other with the comfort of seeing the ghost. Alicia can't be wrong to see the person with the round face that people love and the plump body that soothes the beholder. One of us sitting is King James, or Alicia's father, who should have lost his life in the war ahead with Aardar.
If that's all, it's still okay. No, not well, but let's convince him that there's only a ghost on his pillow.
Afraid, Alicia shifted her gaze to her appearance. I had fallen behind the impossible sights that were visible at the edge of my sight, but it was time to face them in earnest.
A girl stared back at Alicia from a large mirror reflecting the room. Regardless, the girl, who looked around 10 years old, had empty hair and eyes and, besides, moved the same way Alicia moved.
Definitely.
The girl in the mirror is Alicia herself.
"Is that...?
Queen Alicia Chester Jolm, again, Princess Alicia Chester, leaned her neck profusely.