Chapter 12 Chapter Twelve

The interior of Ron's tent was very luxuriously furnished: the floor was covered with carpets brought from distant holy lands; the chairs, beds and small round tables were all British furniture; there was an embroidered feather cushion against the wall. Jura sat in the tent, waiting for her husband. The servants brought the food and put it on the round table, and they greeted Jura with a smile. "How did the wedding ceremony go?" she asked, since she wasn't there. "It's grand and warm. In the bushes." A servant said with a silly smile. "Queen Vatels' entourage is far away, leaving her alone with Prince Gerald."

Jura wasn't sure if Bretta liked her irascible brother.Britta was unruly, no man seemed to be able to tame her, perhaps only Ron could master her.Bretta had hoped that Ron would marry her, but her wish failed to come true. Can Watters and Ariel be united? She was thinking hard when she didn't hear Ron come into the tent. He must have left his horse some distance away. She raised her head with a smile on her face. "Are you smiling at me?" he asked gently. "You have done what you want to do. Ariel and the Vaters are intermarried. Maybe you have the hope of becoming the king of Lanconia."

Ron smiled and said, "I took a lot of risks to accomplish this, and I didn't expect to get your compliment." He approached the small round table with food, "May I toast you a glass of wine? I seem to have brought the wine from Fransky." She took the rough-carved high-legged bosom from him, as freely as an English woman. "Did anything happen at the wedding ceremony?" "No." He smiled smugly, sitting on the carpet with his back against the foot of the bed. Jura took a deep breath.She had become intimate with the Englishman somehow, and had done nothing since their meeting except fight. "We always rub each other's shoulders when we female guards are training hard, maybe I can do the same to you?" she said tentatively, worried that he would refuse.

Ron smiled with great enthusiasm, eyes shining with gratitude.He waved to her, telling her to come closer to him. She knelt beside him, held his hand, and gazed into his dark blue eyes.He felt that this was the first time she had seduced him. Lanconia, Dale, Sirian and the legitimate throne all seemed to be distant dreams.He only looked at Jura.When she moved, the silk robe on her body undulated gently like waves, and the candlelight reflected her graceful figure, which was really beautiful. "You're going to take off your top and lie face down," she said, trying not to shake her voice.

He looked very agitated, put the glass aside, and took off his clothes.Candlelight shone from the table on his muscular body, and there was a scar on his shoulder.Her fingers pressed lightly on it. Ron took her fingers and put them over his mouth. "Jura, you are so beautiful. You were so beautiful when I first met you, and now..." "As handsome as you English women?" she whispered, looking at him. "There is no English woman like you," he said. Jura felt the blood rush up her cheeks and her heart pounded. "Jura," he whispered, holding out his arm to her.

It was natural for her to be close to him, and if she refused him it would be like refusing a drink to a man who is dying of thirst. He kissed her softly, not so fiercely, not so passionately.He felt that he had enough time to be intimate with her.She lay on his arm, all her weight on him.She closed her eyes.Is it true that the Englishman has said many times that he loves her? He caressed her with his hands.Jura's heart began to beat faster. She had fought with him, lost her temper, and even cursed. Who would have thought that he was still so tender and considerate to her. "Jura, my darling!" he whispered in her ear.

Her heart was pounding and she couldn't breathe.She laughed like a naughty child when his big warm hands held her tightly, but Ron didn't hate Jura's smirk. They lay for a long time.Ron looked up at her first, "Did I not hurt you?" "Yes, I didn't know there was such a thing!" She looked at Ron, he was not English, he was her husband, and she raised her hand to stroke his cheek and kiss his hand. "Can you tell me something about your life in England?" she asked softly.She had never cared about his history or his thoughts before, but now she wanted to know more about him.

"Here's a cold meal," he said. "Shall we eat, or talk?" Ron threw the woolen blanket on and put the cold dinner plate on the rug.He said that from his childhood he wanted to take up the responsibility of the king and try to make old Ferran and his father happy and happy. "When I was sixteen, Phelan and I were out hunting, and four Lanconians attacked me. I fought with them for four hours, while Phelan watched, motionless." "They didn't hurt you?" Ron frowned. "Later I found out that Phelan was trying to test me. I wounded a few of them and I was injured and limped for weeks. I was so annoyed with Phelan that I almost didn't want to talk to him. I felt he A stern, unloving old man."

"But his letters to Saul always praised you," said Jura, "and Saul often asked Gerald to follow your example." "Now he hates me." "There's a reason for that, he's the Prince of Lamonia and you're..." She didn't finish as Ron stuffed a piece of bread into her mouth too. Jura couldn't help laughing, and she took pleasure in stuffing the rest of the bread into his mouth too.She laughed and said, "Tonight you are the king, but tomorrow, you must prove to me that you are the best suited to rule this country." "Fit to rule," he said, eyes turning black. "I'll show you who's fit to rule." He started crawling toward her on hands and knees like a giant carnivore.

Jura smiled broadly. He shakes off the blanket.She understood his purpose, and suddenly felt soft all over and her lips were dry, but she didn't panic, and stretched out her arms to meet him.She saw a momentary look of surprise on his face, and she didn't understand its meaning.He could see that she was not pretending or acting to hide her real feelings, that she needed him as badly as he needed her.But English women, at least the English women he knew, liked to be prudish. Jura is Lanconian, not British.What she says is what she thinks; she acts when she believes; she pursues what she wants, and he doesn't have to worry about her deceiving him.No matter when, she will definitely tell him to his face where he is right and where he is wrong.

Jura lay on the bed, too full of new excitement to fall asleep.She saw Ron's breathing was deep and his limbs were comfortable. She quietly put on her silk robe and left the tent. The night wind blew her hot cheeks.She feels a little cold.But the moonlight was bright, she folded her arms together, looked up at the moon and smiled.How happy and happy she was tonight; she had never felt this way when she was with Dale, and only when she was with Ron did she appreciate the true meaning of life. She not only felt excited and satisfied, but also felt safe and peaceful. The cold wind blew all over Jura's body, making her skin tremble slightly, and she hurriedly tightened her silk robe to protect against the cold.She felt happy when she and Ron were watching, but when she couldn't see him, she realized how attached she was to him.The longing to live with him disturbed her, and she returned to the tent again. Ron was still fast asleep.His right hand was stretched out, as if to take something.She looked at him affectionately, thinking in her heart that he must want to hold her hand.She went to bed and lay down next to him. She still didn't want to sleep, so she got up again and pushed Ron's nose with a lock of hair, trying to wake him up.He just shook his head and fell asleep again.She looked at Ron quietly, recalling the scene of their acquaintance and love, sinking into the torrent of emotion.The dark clouds that had accumulated in her heart for a long time cleared away, and it seemed that bright and warm sunshine spewed out. "Good morning, dear lady!" The first thing Ron did when he woke up was pull her into his arms and kiss her passionately. "What game are you going to play today? You didn't overpower me, but I learned how you reacted to Bretta. Show her how dear we are." Jura was not used to teasing. "I didn't mean to seduce you," she said sullenly. "It was your sister who asked me to dress up as an English woman in order to..." "Why?" he asked her. "It doesn't have anything to do with Bretta anyway. If you want to follow that old woman, follow him like one of her puppies, that's your choice." She rolls off the bed beside him and he grabs her quickly . "Bretta is not old. She is a beautiful, powerful woman and has the right to find a man, especially a king like me." "She's younger than me?" Jura cried, and she gave him a cold sideways glance.Ron laughed heartily.She yawned and lowered her voice. "Branor is doing very well. I rescued her from a boring situation last night. Maybe she has found a lively and lovely Lanconian like Dale Such a strong and powerful man!" "Dalle?" he said angrily, "Why are you mentioning Dale?" He stopped talking suddenly, seeing her turn her back to him, he knew she was angry. "Okay, I know how to punish you," he said, walking up to her and scratching her until she was itchy and giggling. His "punishment" made them hug each other and kiss wildly.They seem to be a couple who haven't seen each other for a long time. They are inseparable and inseparable. Ron wakes up hungry, he wakes Jura to eat.But there was no food to be found in the tent. "I don't want to leave here," said Ron, holding Jura tight. "Out there, Bretta may have declared war on Ariel, setting the world berserk. It's my fault for not being there with her." His voice was so melancholy that Jura worried for him too.Suddenly, she shouted: "Someone is coming!" Ron got out of bed immediately and took hold of his sword. "You stay here," he ordered Jura, "don't move..." He stepped out of the tent and looked around.A cavalryman appeared in his sight, who is this?whats the matter?He waited for the cavalry to come. It was Zanti. Seeing that Ron was wearing a blanket and holding a sword in his hand, he said, "I'm not an enemy. I just want to take a moment of your time and listen to me say a few words." "What's going on?" asked Ron, who wasn't humorous like Zanti, but very serious. "What do I need?" Zanti smiled slightly before replying. "You don't need to do anything. Your sister wants me to send you food and clothes for Jura." He looked up at Ron, who blushed. Ron cursed his fair-skinned sister and this nasty Lanconian in front of him.He took a bamboo basket from the other party and asked, "How is Bretta? Isn't she angry?" "Geralt got into her tent last night and hasn't come out yet," Zanti said, suddenly changing his tone seriously: "Dear brother, don't worry. There is no Bretta, we Lanconia People are living well." "Brother?" Ron asked suspiciously. "Yes," Zanti said, looking serious, as if he was ready for Ron's disapproval. "Last night, your sister and I got married." He said boldly and resolutely. When Ron heard this, he laughed. "We Brits are so impolite. She forces you to deliver things in the morning when you are just married." Zanti became shy, sheep-like, and smiled. "The food is enough for us for two days, you don't need to send any more. Everyone deserves to enjoy each other's short-term love." Ron said, and then added with a mood of longing; "From today, ten months from now we There will be many children. Good morning and please give Lola my congratulations. Tell her we will have a baby too." Jura came out of the tent in her silk gown, her eating knife in her hand. "Now you have a captain of the guard at your side," she said earnestly. "I doubt Geralt knows about it." Ron put his hands on his shoulders. "Always remember that we try to make peace as long as possible. Didn't you just talk about your brother? Please go on." Jura shook her head. "We should actually do something today, do what we want to do. What about Bretta, intermarriage of various tribes, union, don't talk about it." "Yes! We are already lovers, no, husband and wife. We should do what husband and wife want to do: eat, sleep, play the flute and sing for you!" "I'd rather see you show me your knife-throwing skills!" she said. "I've tried, and my wrist is not as flexible as yours anyway. Throwing knives is very useful, and kills the enemy quickly and cleanly in combat. .I think……" Ron cut her off by kissing her lips. "We practice throwing knives for an hour today, we sing for an hour, and we sleep the rest of the time," he said. Jura looked at him lovingly. "That means, give me half the time." Her eyes twinkled happily. "Shall we eat first, or swim first?" "Eat," he said, holding out his hand to her. She avoided him, took the basket and put it on the rug. It was a very happy day for both of them.Ariel and Vatels of Lanconia are not hostile, but harmonious, and it is all the more pleasant to share this happiness together. Ron showed Jura throwing knives, and she watched carefully.It wasn't long before he discovered that she had an aptitude for using weapons, and after an hour of hands-on practice, she was almost as good at throwing as he was. "Can you teach my people?" Ron asked. "I don't like Neal and them," Jura replied. Ron wanted to correct her words immediately, but Neil and the others might have offended the Lanconians and Jura?So he refrained from humming. They've been married for a few weeks, but know very little about each other, and more of losing their temper, mistrusting, and fighting with each other. Now they are reconciled, and both parties are happy and satisfied. Zhu La wanted to hold an archery competition. After all, it was Dale who proposed it when he asked to marry her. She thought it should be held, and a wish was fulfilled.But Ron didn't like the idea of ​​teaching Jura to play the flute or sing English songs.Jura was musically talented and could play wind instruments made of aluminum, but she didn't want to tell him that she didn't want to compete for Ron's expertise. They ate, made love, talked, and had a great day.I just feel that the time of this day is too fast and too urgent.With pleasure, Ron listened to Jura's story of her childhood.He had resented the first time she had mentioned the Women's Guard, but now he understood that Jura could protect him. "When do we dance and play games?" he asked her. "Or should I ride out into the fields and admire the spring flowers?" "There's always time..." she replied. That night, they hugged each other and fell asleep.Suddenly, they were awakened by the sound of horseshoes.Ron and Jura got up immediately, got out of bed, put on their clothes, and ran to the tent door.Dawn is about to break, and it is still dark and hazy everywhere, and the scenery cannot be seen clearly.Ron had Jura standing behind him, sword in hand, waiting to deal with the unexpected. A rider came galloping, and it was Gerald. Ron observed carefully, his face was purple with anger, there was a woman in the saddle, her hands and feet were bound, her mouth was stuffed, she was Bretta. Ron and Jura exchanged glances.What's going on here?