What Should I Do If I was Forced to Marry the Elf Queen

Never appeared in front of my eyes again.

This makes me puzzled, just like other attendants inquire about Kate's whereabouts.But almost all the attendants kept secret about this matter, and would never reveal a word to me.I just said perfunctorily, "Kate, she's gone, to a faraway place."

Naturally, I am not reconciled to an answer that is obviously a lie.

Out of the child's curiosity, I began to deliberately search for answers in my own way.And try to remember every servant who appeared around him, remembering their faces.Pay attention to what they say to each other.

Finally in the middle of the night.The maids who looked after me thought I was asleep and chatted quietly in the corner.

Only then did I finally know the truth of the matter.

Kate is dead.

It was poisoned to death...

To be precise, she was killed by food poison.

And those foods were originally my dinner that day.

In other words, Kate died for me to test the poison!

The terrible truth shocked me.

At that time, I was almost frightened by me...that was the first time I knew that someone hated me so much that they would kill me at all costs!

But that is after all something heard from others.

So I still don't believe it...even think this is just a story...not true.

Because I don’t believe anyone really wants to kill me.

But this still planted the seeds of doubt in my heart, prompting me to find out the truth of the matter.

The morning after more than a month.

I noticed something was wrong when I got into bed that day.

A maid disappeared and replaced with a face I didn't know.

Will she be the same as Kate?

After keenly capturing the strange look on the servants' faces, I immediately realized that something was wrong.

So I named a new young maid to wait for me to change clothes, and then asked her when I was alone: ​​Is that maid dead?

The young maid was inexperienced and was obviously frightened by my identity.Soon the story of the matter will be revealed.

Everything is as I expected before.

The maid, like Kate, was poisoned to death.

She also died for me to test the poison.

After the conjecture was confirmed, my mind could not be calm for a long time.

So under the threat of the young maid, I learned that the body of the dead maid was still parked in the warehouse in the backyard and had not been moved.

Therefore, I made an excuse to go for a walk in the garden, and then under the cover of the young maid, I sneaked into the warehouse in the backyard.

I saw the maid's body covered with a white cloth in the chaotic corner of the storeroom.

She lay there, like other furnishings in the warehouse, just a lifeless tool.

I boldly walked up and lifted the cover of the body.

I saw that the corpse had a hideous face, as if it had suffered great pain and struggle in front of him.And the skin showed a strange black green due to the overflow of toxins...

That hideous look made me cry and ran away without looking back.Leaving that dark basement...

In the days that followed, the dead maid often patronized my dreams and became my lingering nightmare.

And I often think of Kate...I think of her lying in the messy warehouse like that cold and helpless...I think of her suffering so much before she died...

But compared to these, what makes me more frightened and sad.

I am convinced that there are people in this world who really hate me and want to kill me... despite the people I never met at that time.But they hated me so much that they assassinated me over and over again...

Later I learned that that person is not someone else.

It is my uncle, the little Duke of York.

His father, the Old Duke of York, is the face of my grandma. If I don't exist, then after my father died.He will become the king of this country.So he saw me as a thorn in my eyes, and it was he who sent someone to kill my mother.

This is a fact that almost everyone knows among the nobles in the kingdom... But even the grandmother has nothing to do with him.

Now that the old Duke of York is dead, his son has inherited his title and inherited his party feathers and ambitions...

The little Duke of York wants the throne...

So I must die!

It was not long after I discovered the truth about all this.

In order to protect me, my grandma decided to send my father and I to the Principality of Wales to avoid the increasingly dangerous political whirlpool in the capital.

That year, I was nine years old.

162. Margaret's narrative (below)

Thinking about it now, it was almost ten years ago.

But I still clearly remember the panic of the servants, the solemn look of grandma and the way my father sighed before leaving the palace...

When I was leaving, my grandma hugged me reluctantly, and it took a long time before she finally said something intriguing:

"Let's go... let's go my child... After you leave here, you will be safe..."

However, things are not as grandma wants.

Although grandma chose to back down and sent my father and I away, she also made the little Duke of York the king.

But my insatiable uncle never let me go.

He still sees me as a thorn in his eyes, he wants to get rid of it and then hurry up.As always, it has never changed.

The retreat between grandma and father, not only did not make him feel goodwill and compromise, but made him think it was grandma's weakness.He became more domineering.

When I lived in the royal capital, I was always under the strict protection of the court, and the Yorkists did not dare to act rashly.I had to buy some of the traitors in the court secretly and do shameful deeds.

But after my father and I left the guards of the Imperial Guard and the palace fortress.

The Duke of York and his lackeys had no scruples.

They let go of their hands and feet and planned an assassination.Hundreds of private soldiers and mercenary killers were dispatched to ambush on the road along the border of the Principality of Wales, preparing to intercept and kill his father's convoy.

At that time, father and grandma knew almost nothing about the conspiracy of the Yorkists.Because they had no idea that the little Duke of York would be so hot!

In fact, my vicious uncle almost succeeded.He was almost able to kill me and my father, and then forced my poor grandma to make him the crown prince with this fait accompli.

However, he never thought of the existence of Uncle Linden Wan...

Just when the ambush of the Duke of York almost slaughtered the guards and servants of the convoy.

Uncle Linden Wan appeared.

Until now, I still remember clearly: When I was shivering in the box hidden in the carriage, afraid that I was about to cry, what kind of voice came from the sky:

"This bunch of bastards... dare to make trouble on Lao Tzu's site? Tired of living!"

Immediately there was a series of piercing sounds, as well as successive anger, panic, and noise... But soon those sounds disappeared, and only a few painful groans could only be faintly heard.

I don’t know what’s going on outside, and I don’t know who is here...I am still very scared...

So I held my breath desperately, not letting myself make a sound, for fear of being spotted by the killer outside.

But when I think of my father who is unsure about his life and death, I think of the murderer who wants to kill me with a steel blade...

Coupled with the claustrophobic and small space, it exacerbated the fear in my heart.

I couldn't help crying anymore.

At first, it was just sobbing, but soon I couldn't help crying.

I understand that crying may attract the attention of the killer, but I still can't restrain myself.Because at this moment, crying is the only way for me to vent my fear...

Sure enough, it didn't take long for a footstep to be heard outside the carriage.

Obviously, it was attracted by my cry.

Although I had prepared myself before... But when I thought that I was about to face death soon, my fear still flooded my mind like a flood.

I don't want to die.... Really don't want to die...

The approaching death aroused my desire to survive deep in my heart.

I began to subconsciously control my crying, and desperately covered my mouth.But still inevitably choked, whining noises from the mouth and throat...

But these are no longer useful, because the sound is approaching...

It's really near!

Crunch--

The box was opened.

"Huhu.... I finally found you!"

The light from the outside illuminates the box, liberating me from the dim environment.

What appeared before my eyes was not the wicked gangster as imagined.

It was a child who was about five or six years old.

At this moment he was supporting the box with his little hands, looking at me with excitement:

"Big sister, are you okay?"

The child said so. At this time, his fair and cute little face seemed to be flushed because of strenuous exercise. The sweat of the beans constantly seeped from the sideburns and forehead, which made him have to separate a hand to wipe his face. Sweat on the floor, and the other hand trembled slightly because it could not bear the weight of the lid.

If it weren't for the bow tie on his chest to express his boyhood, I would have regarded him as a beautiful little girl...but these are not important...

Because in my opinion, the child in front of me must be an angel. He must have been sent by Heavenly Father to save me...otherwise I have any reason to explain that I can still live to the present?

"Big sister... come out quickly! I'll take you to my dad!"

At this moment, the child reached out to me again.

His words are so sincere, and the smile on his face is so spotless.

And the little pink hand that he stretched out towards me seemed to be redeemed from heaven and earth.Lead me out of suffering and come to the promised land of Canaan...

So I took that hand almost without hesitation and stood up under the lead of the child.

Only then did I realize that the roof of the carriage had been overturned at some point.And around the road, there was a river of blood, and countless corpses lay all over the place, with blood and broken limbs scattered all over the ground.

Looking at this horrible scene like purgatory, I was just a survivor.I couldn't help but cried again.

Why...why is this.....

Why do such cruel things?

Why kill me?What am I doing wrong?

I do not understand!I do not understand!

At that time, in pain, I subconsciously hugged the boy who was much shorter than me, holding him and wept bitterly.

And he was frightened by my sudden behavior.

"Hey...big sister, don't cry! Did I do something wrong...Don't be like this...I can't help it..."

But no matter what the child said, I still didn't say a word, just hugged him tightly and wept bitterly.In any case, he would not let go.

Because this is the only way to make me feel at ease.

Later, until the injured father was helped by Uncle Linden Wan to find me, I still did not let go of the child in my arms...

Even after getting on the carriage of Uncle Linden Wan, he still held the child in his arms like a doll and refused to let go.

Regarding my behavior, Uncle Linden Wan and his father did not say much, but acquiesced to my behavior with a wry smile.

And that seemed to be aware of my situation and did not resist.Instead, he always tried every means to talk to me, hoping to make me happy.

In the end, he fell asleep directly in my arms when he was tired, and he still thought about "how to make the strange big sister happy" in his dream.