The Legend of Fatality

Ambrose was waiting at the door, more and more people came in and out. He saw every stranger's appearance make his heart pounding, hoping that person was someone he knew. He stared at a woman who was approaching him, and it took a while to recognize her. This is Sarah, Catherine's maid, but she looks completely different. She is wearing a light green burtanian dress. She looks beautiful.

She walked up to him and bowed her knees. "Sir Ambrose."

"Sarah!" Ambrose smiled. "Nice to meet you."

She smiled. "I'm also very happy to see you, sir, but it was a bit unexpected. Catherine heard that you were killed by Neuss."

Ambrose shook his head. "As you can see, I am alive and in good health, although I desperately need to see the princess."

Sarah's smile disappeared. "That's impossible. The princess is now with Prince Lotel. Tomorrow is the wedding. Nothing can stop this."

"I'm not here to stop it. But I have urgent news. It's not about me, nor about marriage. This is ... more important," Ambrose replied.

"Marriage is the most important. Maybe after the wedding ..."

Ambrose shook his head. "It's too late. Listen, you know she will want to see me."

"But that doesn't mean it's a good idea. Peverly has fifty people in the castle. If he sees you, you will die, and the princess won't thank me for it. Because she found you Still alive, and then killed you! She will be in trouble anyway. "

"I know you want to protect her, I don't want to cause her trouble. You know I will never want her to be hurt. But this news can't wait any longer."

Sarah looked tangled.

"Please," he pleaded. "She will want to hear. Once I have talked to her, I will leave."

"You have to do this," Sarah agreed, and she turned to the guard: "Do you know who I serve? I will take this messenger to see the princess. He is safe with me."

"As you wish, ma'am," the guard said with a bow.

Ambrose followed Sara through the castle. She walked briskly and said, "I'll take you on that relatively quiet road, but it's very busy everywhere. There are too many people here."

This place is really lively, but as soon as they passed the golden tower, the surroundings became quiet. Ambrose's nerves were still tense and about to collapse. Noyers may appear in any corner at any time. If he was caught now, Catherine would never know.

"It's coming," Sarah said.

"Where is it going?"

"Breakfast room. Actually, there are about 20 breakfast rooms, but this one is relatively private."

However, as they walked along a small yard, Ambrose turned around and saw two cloaked Burtanian soldiers talking to another person, who was looking in the direction of Ambrose He wore the uniform of the Royal Guard of Bill Barry.

"Damn!" Ambrose quickly turned and walked behind a pillar. But he knew that the man saw him. From the man's eyes staring at him, he suspected that he had been recognized.

"Please, we must hurry up," he said to Sarah. It only took him a moment to tell the princess his news, and gave her the letter in his arms. Even if he is caught, it is worth it; as long as he conveys this message, his task is completed.

Sarah hurried up a flight of stairs and walked through another corridor. "Go in, hurry. I will bring the princess." Then Sarah left.

Ambrose walked around the room. He had expected how to see Catherine, but that was not the case. He looked down at his boots, which were covered with dust. What would she think of him? Well, that's not important; the point is to warn her, the point is to make her believe him. But then?

He was still trapped in a foreign country, trapped in a conspiracy that he did not fully understand. In the past three days, Ambrose has imagined all these countless times, but still do not know what to do, how to make the other party believe him. Then there were footsteps, the door opened, Sarah came in, and Catherine followed, and all thoughts flew out of his mind.

Catherine wore a tight silver dress cut from white silk. Her hair seemed to be more golden than before, and she piled her hair on her head and pinned it with white flowers. Her face was pale with shock. Then her eyes were filled with tears.

"Ambrose ..." Catherine gasped. "I thought. They said you were killed." At this moment, tears ran down her cheeks.

Ambrose wanted to wipe the tears away. She wept for him. He came closer. She surprised him by seeing him. So enthusiastic, so affectionate. He reached out his hand carefully, wiping tears with his fingertips as gently as possible. Catherine took his hand and kissed it.

Then kissed him.

He took her hand and raised it to his mouth. "I never thought I'd see you again. It's beautiful and painful to see you. I have a very important message, but I must explain briefly; one of Pefley's men saw me on my way . "

"What! Then you have to leave here!" Catherine looked back at the door and Sarah stood there. "It's crazy. I want to see you, but it doesn't make you risk your life."

"I will leave soon, but I want to tell you my message. Your father is planning to invade. He sent thousands of people on the border to attack Burtania."

"What? No, you must be wrong-my marriage should have brought our two countries closer together."

"Your marriage is a joke. I saw their orders." Ambrose handed the letter to Catherine. "Today they advanced towards the border, and soon they will attack."

Catherine glanced at the letter, her eyes wide open, and Ambrose felt sad when she saw her so shocked and confused.

"Do you believe it?" She said breathlessly.

"Your father's seal is on the order."

"But ... why? Why should I invade? Why is there such a false marriage? This makes no sense. I'm here, and Peverly and Noyes are here. The invasion will put us all in danger."

"That's why I must see you. Warning you. I believe Peverly must be one of those involved. Who arranged all the lords of Burtania to attend your wedding? Who insisted?"

"He is my brother. He won't," Catherine said breathlessly.

"The lords left their castle and the whole country was distracted by the celebration. This is a great opportunity for invasion." Ambrose explained.

Catherine shook her head. "But ... why do you want to invade?"

"I don't know, Your Highness. No matter what your father's reasons are, things are happening."

Sounds of running and shouting came from the corridor.

"Pefley is here." Ambrose took Catherine's hand. "Don't let him know what I said to you. You must tell Prince Lothal. He can protect you."

"Ambrose ..." Catherine just started, but she hadn't had time to say more. The door was suddenly knocked open, and Peverly's four guards ran in, sword. Ambrose stepped back to the window and pulled out his sword.

Peverly strode in, and Noyes followed him, his eyes shining brightly.

"Well, sister, you continue to surprise me. Just the day before you get married, see your lover under your husband's eaves?"

Ambrose stepped forward. "We are not lovers. I am the guardian knight of Princess Catherine. I swear to protect her."

"Protect her! You mean to bring shame to her."

"I am not alone with Ambrose, we are just chatting," Catherine said. She made a subtle gesture with her hand, and Ambrose saw Sarah nod and slipped out of the door behind Peverley.

"Okay, I don't have time to talk now. Although I don't know why I heard you died, and you are standing here now." Peverly turned to Ambrose. "But my father wanted to take you back to Bill Barry except for your limbs, but I fear I will let him down."

Ambrose felt his blood rising. "You, or yours? I seem to remember the two people you opposed to me last time. They didn't cause me much trouble."

Peverly sneered. "Then let us see what happens to the four. Grab him!"

Ambrose raised his sword, but Peverly's guard hadn't had time to attack. Catherine rushed to him and said, "No, Peverly! I won't let you do that again."

"Give up, sister! You should be ashamed."

"You shame me!" So she stepped forward, and a guard's sword pointed at her chest.

"No, Catherine!" Cried Ambrose.

The guard looked at it uncertainly and began to put down his sword, but Peverly stepped forward, pulled Catherine aside, and violently dropped her on the floor. He shouted, "I said, grab him!"

Ambrose knew that he had to ensure that he was facing a number that was in his favor as soon as possible, so he swooped at the nearest attacker and cut off his sword-bearing arm. The man stumbled back. The next guard chopped awkwardly at Ambros' head, but Ambros bowed his head and hid, his sword piercing the guard's throat. Then, he blocked the attack of the third guard, but the fourth guard had copied from his side.

Ambrose stepped back and moved the battlefield away from Catherine, who was still lying on the marble floor. Peverly's people came forward. Then the room was full of noise, soldiers with blue capes surrounded them, Burtanian boots were stomping on the floor, people were shouting, Ambrose had never been so happy to see someone take it The spear pointed at him.

"In the name of His Royal Highness Prince Lothal, put down the weapon!"

Ambrose lowered his sword, others reluctantly lowered it. Peverly's sword was still inserted in his waist.

Another person came out from behind the soldier. He is young and slim, wearing a blue silk coat. Prince Lothal. Rose heard rumors about his bruised face. It was indeed a strange sight: on one side handsome, on the other side it looked like a land of ravines.

Lothal walked to Catherine and said, "It seems that I am right. Your Highness, you are more familiar with warriors than I am."

He held out his hand and she caught it, and he gently helped her stand up.

Ambrose forced himself to stay still. It should be the one who took her hand and helped her stand up. Now he was sure that this was what she wanted, but her eyes flashed to him enough to stabilize him. He can do nothing. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Catherine is safe. He has conveyed his message. What happened next was beyond his ability.

"Your Highness, can you tell me what happened here?" Lothal asked Catherine softly.

Peverly answered sharply. "This man, Sir Ambrose Novin is a traitor and a wanted criminal. He will be sent back to Bill Barry for trial and execution."

Lotel suddenly turned to Peverley, with an exaggerated expression on his face.

"Ah, Duke Peverly, I didn't see you there. It seems that we are all a little blind, and I believe that if you notice that your sister fell on the floor, you will definitely help her. Maybe I am also wrong , But it seems that Sir Ambrose is not particularly willing to go back with you. "

Peverly scoffed. "He thinks he can do what he likes to do, not what the king asked."

"Oh, my God. He sounds like a real villain." Lothar looked at Ambrose for the first time with a quick and sharp eye. Ambrose looked up for a while, then lowered his head.

Lotel leaned over to Catherine. "What do you say, my lady, is he a villain? I can't help but think that in this case, Prince Peverly may be right."

"My father asked Ambrose to return to Bill Barry, which is true, but I am worried that if Pefley escorts him, Ambrose will not be able to walk the road alive."

Lothal nodded thoughtfully.

"Okay, I have an easy way to solve the problem at hand. Because Prince Peverley won't return to Bill Barry until we get married, I suggest that during this period, Sir Ambrose should be kept in my custody. . "

Ambrose began to hope he would leave the room alive.

Peverley was furious. "That's not necessary, Your Highness. My people can ensure his safety."

Lothal shook his head. "I don't want this villain to cause more trouble before I get married. He is my prisoner unless I decide otherwise. Lotel turned to Ambrose." Sir Ambrose, what else do you have to add ?"

Ambrose blinked at Catherine, but her own eyes gave him no clue. He stepped forward proudly. "Prince Lothal, I am not a bad guy. I don't want to fight here, but I have to defend myself under Prince Peverly's hand ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Lothal tilted his head to the side." But why are you here here?"

Ambrose hesitated. Peverly and his men were in the room, he couldn't tell the truth. He came here to let Catherine pass on the news he gave her.

"I am here to talk to Princess Catherine ... an emergency"

"What is it?"

"This matter belongs only to His Highness and the people she chose to trust."

Lothal blinked and nodded. "I see. Take him away."

Ambrose felt that each of his arms was tightly grasped by a blue cloaked guard.

"I hope to send him to the dungeon." Peverly said, clenching his teeth.

"Well, I don't plan to send him to my private room, right?" Lotel replied. "Now, please forgive me, but my lady looks a little sad. I think, when there are fewer people in this room and fewer swords, this room will look more beautiful."

When Ambrose was pushed into the corridor, he restrained the urge to struggle. How stupid he sounds! Only the princess can know the emergency! If he has a chance to try again, he cannot make this look more like he and Catherine are secretly dating. When Catherine needed her to trust her most, did his clumsy words destroy Rotaire's trust in her?

The guard threw him down. The place he wanted to enter was really a dungeon. The walls here are bare stones, and the steps are narrow and old. A guard opened a heavy wooden door, revealing a small cell outside the door. The lights in the hallway illuminated a rough wooden bed, a table and a chair. Ambrose was pushed in, the door closed behind him, locked, and the cell was dark and silent. Until there were rapid footsteps.