The two spent a wonderful hour, only to be interrupted from time to time by Aurora's cry:
"Ah, Holy Mother, am I not dreaming?"?
Even at this time, Peter still respected her innocence, maybe just because she didn't go against his will at all.
Later, Aurora carefully left Peter's arms and said:
"I have to go."
She had just tidied her clothes a little when her mother came in.
She said kindly that Peter looked very good, and then ordered her daughter to get dressed as quickly as possible and go into the dining-room.
Peter just thought that Aurora was doing her own thing and didn't feel anything strange. However, he didn't see Aurora again until noon, so he couldn't help but feel a little confused.
As usual, Aurora should be happy to take the time to come to see him, and then the two of them will talk to each other again, or hang out together again.
But an hour passed at noon, and he still hadn't seen Aurora.
He felt a little uneasy. He was just in the period of passionate love that had lifted the veil. He was very sensitive every moment and wished he could be together all the time.
Peter went to find Aurora's parents, but he didn't even see her parents.
After finally getting the news about her parents, Peter didn't expect to see such a scene.
Aurora was hung in the air and whipped in another manor, and she was already dying.
Her parents who interceded for her also suffered the same treatment.
The person who caused this scene was a noble young man.
Peter learned his name and the story.
Pasek, nephew of Prince Alexander Golitsyn.
The whole story is that when Aurora, a beautiful manor elf, was doing something for her job, she was seen by Pasek who was attending a fashion event with her aunt. Pasek was shocked by her beauty and threatened her to do something.
But Aurora would rather die than obey, causing Pasek to become angry.
What surprised Peter was that Aurora was not a farmer as he thought, but a serf.
Full of sadness and mania, Peter quickly suppressed his sadness.
So what about serfs? Queen Elizabeth's biological mother was also a serf in Ulan.
Times are man-made.
Looking at Pasek who was shouting with a whip, Mirkovsky pulled out his sword. Peter stopped him, but asked him to call Duke Dalia, and then told the three people hidden under the storm.
Character:
"Let him die."
Of course Pasek knew Daliye, the owner of the Yusupov Palace. He was about to step forward with a smile when Daliye ordered the guards to detain Pasek with a frosty look on his face, and then said to Peter:
"Your Majesty, would you like to do it yourself or let your humblest servant do it for you?"
Hearing the word "Your Majesty", the scene was suffocating for a moment.
Aurora's parents, who had just been rescued, and the dying Aurora, all looked at Peter blankly.
It's just that Aurora no longer looks like a healthy fish. She is like a flower that is about to wither. She was beaten to pieces.
Peter gently placed Aurora on the ground, kissed her nostalgic cheek, took the sword offered by Darier, stepped forward and slashed Pasek's neck with the sword.
As Pasek screamed in horror, blood spattered three feet.
When the first sword failed to cut off, Peter struck with a second sword and a third sword, finally cutting off Pasek's head.
There was blood spattered on his body, even on his face.
Peter threw away the sword, took the brocade handkerchief handed over by Darier, wiped his face and threw it on Pasek's body.
This man who was favored by Duke Golitsyn, who in the letter only relied on boasting about Frederick, and wanted to grant rewards and serfs in a whimsical way, died in hell.
Everyone was silent except for the suppressed cries of Aurora's parents.
Although Peter did not roar, everyone felt His Majesty's anger.
Dalia begged His Majesty to convict him with great remorse.
The girl in front of her was about to disappear, and everyone could see that there was no need to call a doctor.
Compared to the atrocities inflicted by Pasek, even if he lay dead on the ground, this was only a trivial punishment.
Peter gently picked up Aurora. The cries of Aurora's parents were lower, but they could not hide the grief in them.
The two of them did not expect that this distinguished officer turned out to be His Majesty. Everything today would be a huge shock to them, and the biggest shock was undoubtedly that they were about to lose Aurora.
"The fashion event will continue. Don't disturb the place. Keep Passaic's aunt in custody."
"Also, call Ivanovich."
Mirkovsky's expression was calm, and so was Dalia's. No one cared about the life or death of a duchess.
Even though the Duchess was speaking righteously and smiling at the fashion competition, her flowers were in full bloom, and her eyes were shining with hope, His Majesty's words decided her fate.
"yes!"
Peter carried Aurora to the room where the two had been alone. Aurora glanced at her parents first, and then whispered:
"Your Majesty, would you please be alone with me?"
Aurora couldn't really speak loudly.
Peter nodded and closed the door.
Aurora lay in Peter's arms, feeling both sad and full of happiness. She said dreamily:
"If I can make His Majesty like me, I will be satisfied in this life. You will definitely be the greatest emperor..."
Peter gently stroked her face and said nothing.
Aurora looked at Peter, and Peter looked at Aurora, all the deep love was unspoken.
It seemed like a moment, and then it seemed like a long time passed. Aurora smiled and tears welled up:
"Oh, Your Majesty, please take me, let me leave with my love for you, please!"
"I will no longer be alone..."
Peter was silent, his heart cut by a knife.
With Aurora's pleading eyes, he took off their clothes for the two of them.
When the two merged into one, Aurora seemed to be torn apart, her eyes widened, and she bit Peter's shoulder, leaving a deep mark.
I don’t know how much time passed, but in Peter’s arms, Aurora, a girl so beautiful that one could hardly feel that she was a serf, left contentedly and peacefully.
Her delicate body was covered with blush.
There is a sad beauty beneath the scars.
"Aphrolla...Aphrolla..."
Peter called softly.
Aurora made no movement.
Peter kissed her lips, bit her cheek, and continued to call, but everything made Peter understand that Aurora had really left.
For a moment, it seemed as if his life turned gloomy.
Peter looked at the blood stains on Aprila's lower body, opened the door, and asked for a cleaning cloth and water from outside.
No one dared to ask what happened inside, and no one dared to show any strangeness to His Majesty.
Everything Peter needed was brought to him by a maid.