Chapter 30 Chapter 30

"Oh, please don't lay it aside, my queen," blurted out a lady with sudden impulsiveness. "Your embroidery is the most precious gift. There are your framed embroidery at Hux's, Sir Shemsey." It is also in the chambers of Rybben, Duke Kelva..." Kettricken's sigh cut off the lady's compliments. "I'd rather work on a ship, building my husband's battleship out of giant iron pins and hardwood nails, that would be work worth my time and earn his respect. Yet they give me toys to please me, as if I A spoiled child who doesn't know how to use her time well." She turned her head to the window.At this time, I found that the smoke rising from the dock was as clearly visible as the surface of the sea. Maybe I mistook the direction of her gaze. It turned out that she had been paying attention to the shipbuilding shed.

"Should I send for tea and cake, my queen?" another lady asked hopefully.They were both sitting in cloaks, and Kettricken didn't seem to notice the cold sea breeze blowing in through the windows.Obviously, for the two sitting ladies, it was really uncomfortable to be constantly doing needlework under the cold wind. "If you want to," Kettricken replied without interest. "I'm neither hungry nor thirsty, really. I sew all day, eat here and drink there, and I'm afraid of getting fat, and I'm eager to do something useful. Tell me the truth, Fitz, if Do you think you don't need to come and see me, would you just sit in your room? Or embroider at the loom?"

"No. But I am not a princess." "Princess? Well, now I finally understand what the title really means." There was a bittersweet tone in her tone that I had never heard before. "But what about the queen? In my country, we don't talk about the queen. If I were in power instead of my father, people would call me a sacrifice. And for the sake of the country and the people, I would really sacrifice to the sacrifice. Lose. "What would you do if you were still in the mountains in the middle of winter?" I asked, trying to find a more comfortable place to continue the conversation, but again it was wrong.

She fell silent and stared out the window. "In the mountains," she said softly, "there was never a dull moment. Since I was younger, most of the sacrifices were borne by my father and brother. You can even distribute some of the finished work to others. But here at Buckkeep, the servants do everything well, and they always don’t let you see it. At most, they let you see the result. The room and the meat on the table. Maybe it's because of the population here!" She paused, looking away. "During the winter in Jaampae, the hall and the whole city are silent. The snow falls heavily and thickly, and strong cold winds rage over our land, and the roads that are not commonly traveled are lost in this winter. .Walking or riding horses replaced car dealerships, and the visitors had long since gone home. In the palace of Jaampae, only the royal family and those who chose to stay and help. Not serving them, not quite. You go If you go to Jaeampe, you should know that the people there are not only serving or protecting the royal family. In Jaeampe, I would get up early to fetch water for the family to cook oatmeal, and then it would be my turn to stir the contents of the kettle. Qi Rui, Xi Nike And Jovon and I would talk in the kitchen and liven it up. Then all the young men would come back and forth with firewood, laying out plates and talking a thousand things." She stammered, And I heard her lonely silence.

She continued after a while, "If there was work to be done, whether it was heavy or light, we'd all be involved. I've snapped branches to secure a barn, I've even helped clear snow in the dead of winter, and Rebuilding a roof arch for a helpless family on fire. Do you think the man who can make a sacrifice can't defeat a weak old bear who wants to kill a goat, and can't tighten the ropes to repair a flooded bridge?" She looked looked at me with pain. "Here, at Buckkeep, we don't risk the Princess," I told her curtly. "Let someone else's shoulders pull the rope! We have dozens of hunters, vying for honor to hunt down the beasts that attack cattle and sheep, but we only have one queen, and what the queen can do, others may not be competent."

In the room behind us, where the ladies had forgotten her presence, one of them summoned the footman, who returned in a short time with sweet cakes and a pot of hot tea.They gathered together to chat and warm their hands with teacups, and I glanced briefly at them, wondering who had been chosen to accompany the Queen.Kettricken, in my opinion, is probably not an easy queen to serve.Her little maid, Rosemary, was sitting on the ground beside the tea table, with dreamy eyes, holding a piece of sweet cake tightly in her hands.I suddenly wished I could go back to being eight years old and join her.

"I know what you're talking about," Kettricken said bluntly. "I'm here to help Verity have an heir. I won't shy away from this responsibility, because I don't see it as a responsibility, but a pleasure. I just want my husband to share my feelings, but he's always out of town. I know where he is today, down there, watching his boat rise from the planks and timbers. Can I keep him company without incurring danger? Of course, as long as I can make him an heir, only He can be the father of the child. Why did he imprison me here when he was busy defending the country and the people? Since it is a sacrifice, I should share this responsibility for the six duchies."

Although I'm used to the straightforward manner of people from the mountains, I was shocked by her bluntness, and my answers came across as reckless.I got up and leaned against the window behind her, fastened the shutters tightly to block the cold wind that kept pouring in from the window, and took the opportunity to lean into her ear and said excitedly: "If you think this is the only duty of the queen, you are very wrong." Wrong, my queen. Be as frank as you are! You have neglected your duty to your ladies, who come to chat with you. Can't they be sewing in their warm rooms, or Anxious Master Jingfeng? You sigh for not being able to accompany the king, just because you think that is a more important task, but we are talking about this duty, even the king himself cannot do it, and this is what you need to do Yes. Buckkeep Court has been rebuilt to make it a charming and inviting place, where nobles and ladies are encouraged to behave well enough to attract the King's attention and support the King's cause as best they can. There has been no Queen worthy, may I suggest that you perform the duties entrusted to you, and make yourself competent, instead of standing here and watching others build ships."

I straightened the tapestry that covered the shutters, warding off the cold sea breeze, and walked back to look at the Queen.To my chagrin, she was as pure as a milkmaid, her pale eyes filled with tears, her cheeks flushed as if I had slapped her.I glanced at the ladies, still drinking tea and chatting, but Rosemary didn't look here, but took the opportunity to fiddle with the fruit cake to see what fillings were inside.No one noticed what happened, but it made me understand the hypocrisy of court ladies, and I was afraid of how they would spread rumors. What did my illegitimate son say that made the princess burst into tears.