Chapter 101 Section 101 The rules still have to be followed

"Burrich!" I snorted. "Didn't you say that these women have a crush on him?" She frowned at me. "How is that impossible? He's a decent man, apart from his personal hygiene and attitude! His teeth are perfect, and his charming eyes! His deep humor is daunting, but there is something wrong with it." Few were trying to put him at ease. All the laundry maids agreed that day that they wouldn't hesitate to make out with him if he showed up in their beds." "But that's unlikely to happen," I pointed out. "Improbable," she agreed thoughtfully. "That's another thing they agreed on. Only one claimed that she had made out with him in the spring of a certain year, and admitted that he was very drunk. I believe she said so." Molly glanced Glanced at me, then laughed out loud at the disbelief on my face. "And she said," continued Molly teasingly, "'He used his time well enough to learn a lot from the stallion, and it took a whole week for the tooth marks he left on my shoulder to fade.'"

"How is that possible!" My ears were burning with Burrich at the moment. "He wouldn't abuse a woman like that, no matter how drunk he was." "Silly boy!" Molly shook her head at me, tying her hair. "No one said she was abused." She gave me a sly glance, "or upset." "I still don't believe it," I declared again.Burrich?This woman likes this very much? "Does he have a little crescent scar here?" She pointed to my butt, then looked at me through her lashes. I opened my mouth and shouted again: "I can't believe that woman is talking nonsense about such a thing." I finally said it.

"They don't talk about anything else in the laundry room," Molly revealed quietly. I held back my mouth until I couldn't resist the curiosity in my heart. "What do they say about Hand?" I was amazed by his sexual encounters when we were working together in the stables. "He said his eyes and eyelashes are beautiful, but the rest of the body needs a good wash, and many washes." I laughed happily and remembered the words so that I could embarrass him the next time he brags to me. "So, what about Regal?" I encouraged her to speak up. "Regal. Hmm..." She smiled at me bewilderedly, and then laughed when she saw my face darken. "We don't talk about the princes, my dear. Some rules still have to be followed."

I pulled her down beside me and kissed her.She clings to my body, and we lie quietly together under an endless blue sky.At this moment, my heart is filled with a peace that I haven't enjoyed in a long time.I know that nothing can separate us, not even the plans of kings or the twists of fate can keep us from being together.It seemed that it was time to tell her about my problems with Shrewd and Jie Min.She lay warm beside me and listened quietly to my confide in Shrewdly's stupid plan and my embarrassing situation, and I didn't realize what an idiot I was until I felt a warm tear drop on my neck.

"Molly?" I sat up in surprise, looking into her face and asked, "What's wrong?" "What's wrong?" Her tone rose, breathing tremblingly at the same time. "You lie beside me and tell me that the king has given you another lady in marriage, and you ask me what's wrong?" "I only promise you." I said firmly. "It's not that simple, Fitz Horseman." She opened her eyes and said very seriously. "So what do you do when the king tells you that you must have sex with her?" "Stinks from not taking a shower so she can't get close?" I asked.

I expected her to laugh, but instead she moved away and looked at me with sad eyes. "We have no chance at all, no hope at all." The sky seemed to be echoing her words, suddenly darkened, and a gust of wind whizzed by.Molly jumped to her feet, grabbed her cloak and shook the sand off it. "I'm going to get scolded again. I should have been back to Buckkeep hours ago," she said dryly, as if those were the only things she cared about. "Molly, they have to kill me to separate us!" I said angrily to her. She packed up the things she bought from the market. "You sound so childish, Fitz," she said quietly, "like a child who is both stupid and stubborn." Small ripples formed on the ground, and then it turned into a downpour.Her words left me speechless, and I can't think of anything worse she could have said to me.

I gathered the red blanket and shook the sand off it, and saw her draw her cloak tight against the strong wind. "We'd better not go back together." She said and moved closer to me, then tiptoed to kiss my chin.I didn't know who to be angry with: Shrewd, who had made things so messy, or Molly, who believed in his plan.I didn't kiss her back, and she didn't say anything, but hurried away, climbing lightly up the narrow cleft in the rock, and out of my sight. My whole afternoon of joy vanished, and what had been a beautiful thing like a shiny shell was now a splinter under my feet.I sadly walked back to the castle in strong wind and heavy rain, my unbraided hair lay in strands on my face, the damp blanket smelled like wool, and red dye stained my hands.I went upstairs to my room to dry off, and for my own pleasure I carefully concocted the perfect poison for Wallace, which would torture his bowels before he died.When I had mixed the powder evenly, I poured it out on a piece of paper, and I put the potion away and stared at it, and for a moment I almost wanted to eat it myself, but then I took my needle and thread and sewed it in. I carry it in my cuff.I doubted that I would ever use it, and that doubt made me feel more of a coward than ever.

I didn't go downstairs for dinner, and I didn't go upstairs to find Molly.I opened the windows to let the wind and rain splash on the floor of my room, and I put out the fire and didn't light any candles, because it suited my mood at the moment.When Chade opened the channel, I ignored him on purpose, just lay in bed and stared out the window at the rain. After a while I heard hesitant footsteps, and Chade came downstairs and appeared like a ghost in my gray room.He glared at me, then went to the window and slammed it shut, asking me angrily as he fastened the shutter, "Do you know where this smell is coming from in my room?" Sniffing around like a wolf. "Are you making poison here?" he asked suddenly, and then came and stood in front of me. "Fitz, you didn't do anything stupid, did you?"

"Stupid thing? Me?" I choked on laughter. Chade leaned over my face. "Come up to my room!" he said in an almost benevolent tone, and took me by the arm and led me upstairs. It was a pleasant room, with a fire burning in the fireplace, and ripe autumn fruit in bowls; but it was so out of tune with my mood at the moment, I wanted to smash things, but I didn't, Ask Chade instead: "Is there anything worse than being angry with someone you love?" After a while he said, "Watching someone you love die and getting angry and not knowing what to do with that anger.

I think it's even worse. "