Chapter 102 Chapter 102 Marrying the Woman He Doesn't Love

I slumped on an armless chair, kicking my feet forward. "Shrewd got Regal's ways. Smoke, laugh leaves. Only the El god knows what's in his drink. Before he took his medicine this morning, he started shaking, and then he drank it. The wine of these things, smoked the whole chest; when he reiterated that I must have a relationship with Jiemin, and emphasized that it was for my own good, he fell asleep in front of my eyes." I revealed this, There is no doubt that Chade already knew what I just told him. I stared at Chade. "I love Molly," I confessed to him. "I've told Shrewd that I love another lady, but he still insists on marrying Jamin to me, and asks why I can't understand that he wants the best for me. Then, why can't he understand that I want Marry the one you love?"

Chade looked like he was thinking. "Have you discussed this with Verity?" "What's the use of that? Even he has to marry a woman he doesn't love." It felt like a betrayal of Kettricken when I said those words, but I knew it was true. "Want a drink?" Chade asked me gently. "It calms you down." "No." He looked at me with raised eyebrows. "No, thank you. After seeing how Shrewd 'sedated' himself with wine this morning..." I let the complaint go. "Was that man never young?" "He was very young." Chade smiled. "Perhaps he remembers that his parents chose to be faithful to be his wife, and that he begrudgingly dated her and married her unhappily; it wasn't until after she died that he realized how much he loved her Deep. Instead, he chose desire himself, because of a burning passion." He paused for a moment, "I don't speak ill of the dead."

"It's different," I said. "How to say?" "I'm not going to be king, who I marry will only affect me." "Things are not that simple." Chade said gently, "When the Six Principalities need all parties to be united, do you believe that you can refuse to associate with Jiemin without angering Prondi?" "I'm sure she'll decide not to associate with me." "How? Be an idiot? And embarrass Shrewd?" I feel like I'm stuck.I tried to come up with a solution, but only found one answer. "I'll only marry Molly and no one else." Saying it out loud made me feel better, and my eyes met Chade's.

He shook his head, "Then, you don't want to get married," he pointed out. "Maybe not," I agreed, "maybe we won't be legally married, but we'll live together..." "And raise a bunch of your own little bastards." I stood convulsively, my fists clenched involuntarily. "Don't say that," I warned Chade, and turned away to stare at the fire in his room. "Even if I don't say it, someone else will." He sighed, "Fizz, Fitz, Fitz." He came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders in a very, very gentle The tone said: "Perhaps let her go!"

His hands on my shoulders and the tenderness calmed my anger, and I put my hands up to cover my face. "I can't do that," I said through my fingers. "I need her." "So, what does Molly need?" A small candle shop with a honeycomb in the backyard, kids, and a legal husband. "You're doing this for Shrewd, so I can do what he wants," I accused Chade. He took his hands from my shoulders.I heard his step away, and he poured the wine into a glass, and sat back in his chair in front of the fire with the glass in his hand. "I'm very sorry."

He looks at me. "Someday, Fitzhorse," he warned me, "the words won't be enough. Sometimes it's easier and easier to pull a knife out of a man than to ask him to forget what you said. Stop talking out of anger." "I'm sorry." I repeated. "Me too," he said curtly. After a while I asked him humbly, "Why do you want to see me tonight?" He sighed. "The Forged One, southwest of Buckkeep." I feel sick. "I thought I didn't need to do this kind of thing anymore." I said calmly, "When Verity sent me on the battleship to pass on skills for him, he said maybe..."

"That's not what Verity meant. Shrewd was told about it, and he decided to do it. Verity is... exhausted, and we don't want to bother him with other things at this point." I covered my face with my hands again. "Is there no one else who can do this?" I begged him. "Only you and I have been trained like this." "I'm not talking about you," I said wearily, "I don't think you'll ever do this kind of work again." "Really?" I looked up to see the anger in his eyes. "You conceited fool! Fitz, who did you think kept the robbers from invading Buckkeep all summer when you sailed with the Rurits? Or did you think that because you wanted to evade this task yourself, Is this kind of work no longer necessary?"

I felt ashamed as I had never felt before, and turned my head away from his anger. "Oh, Chade, I'm so sorry." "Sorry because you shirked your responsibilities? Or because you didn't think I could take on this mission anymore?" "Both. I'm sorry for everything." I gave in all of a sudden. "Please, Chade, I don't think I can take it if one more person I care about is angry with me." I looked up at him firmly until he forced his eyes to match mine. eyes meet. He raised a hand and scratched at his beard. "This summer has been long enough for both of us. Pray to El that the storms will be driven away from the Red Ship so they never come."

We sat in silence for a while. "Sometimes," Chade said, "it's easier to die for your king than to give him your life." I bowed my head in agreement, and joined him in preparing the poison for my king's slaying mission again. The fall of the third year of the Red Ship was bitter for Crown Prince Verity.His battleships had always been his dream, and he had pinned all his hopes on them.He believed he could drive raiders off his shores, even in the worst winter blizzards, and successfully drive them to the shores of the enemy's Outer Isles.But these early victories aside, his warships did not hold the entire coast as he had hoped.By early winter he had five warships, two of which had been badly damaged recently, and the only one intact was the captured Red Ship, which had been refitted and had a crew to assist it. Cruising and escorting merchant ships.When the autumn wind finally came, only one captain was still confident in the skill of his crew and the ship itself, and was willing to undertake a raid on the coast of the Outer Islands; while the other captains thought it would take at least another winter. This ambitious goal would only be possible by practicing sailing skills on the rough coast of the homeland and spending another summer practicing combat skills.

Verity would not send a man who would not fight, but he could not hide his disappointment, and this disappointment was revealed when he equipped the only warship he would go to.The rechristened the Revenge received the finest supplies possible, as did a crew hand-picked by the captain.They wore armor of their own choosing, and were assigned the finest new weapons the artisans could produce.The sailing ceremony of the Revenge was truly grand and grand. Even King Shrewd, whose health condition was declining day by day, attended, and the queen personally hung seabird feathers on the mast of the warship. Return to the home port.When the battleship Revenge went to sea, the crowd cheered and saw it off with great fanfare, and countless people also toasted to celebrate the captain and crew that night.