He suppressed his emotions, and now he is like a volcano just after the violent eruption. His whole body calmed down. But I don’t know when he will explode again!
The queen’s birthday party was held as usual. I made a mess at first, and it seemed that the first major event I was in charge of would be unmanageable.
It was only after I begged the king that I got the chance to display my talents. Just when I was in deep despair, Edward came. It took him only a few hours to arrange everything into order. He saved the dance and saved me.
He is still so cheerful and so bright, compared to Erik. They are two extremes. Everyone dressed up for the birthday party.
I threw the clothes that caused quite a stir from Ms. Alen into the innermost part of the cloakroom, and put on a simple and bright dress.
I went with my mother and sister in a royal car. Although we are mother and daughter, we don’t have a uniformed dress. We wore three completely different styles, and obviously we haven’t had any communication.
I don’t want to communicate with my sister regarding dresses. Because I know that even if we have the same style, she will always change it and appear very independent when she finally comes on stage.
Although we looked very similar and had a very similar figure, her clothes will always be superior every time, which will make me a background decoration for her. Once and twice, I think this is just a coincidence. However, every time it is like this, it makes me wonder if Judy did it intentionally.
When I was in the car, I looked at her clothes, but this time it didn’t shine, and my heart sped up.
But this exultation soon vanished, because I thought of Erik. I was afraid that he would suddenly do something on today’s occasion.
I’ve been carrying this kind of worry and directing all kinds of affairs. Scared for almost a day, evening came in a flash. Erik came, dressed in a straight red suit and walked into the meeting place like a fire.
There is nothing strange about him, but I have been staring at him and became uncomfortable. I want to turn my eyes into infrared scanners to see what’s hidden in his clothes.
After a careful observation, I really found something terrible. His chest was bulging and seemed to contain something. I leaned over and touched it with my hand. My God, it seemed like a pistol!
What’s he doing with a gun? Who does he want to attack? Is it the king or the queen?
I grabbed him, pulled him into a corner, and pointed to his chest. “What is this? Is it a gun? What are you going to do?”
I asked questions in a hurry.
He patted the hard murder weapon on his chest, and his mouth showed a bad smile, “It’s a gun, what else can a gun do? Kill people! ”
I tried to persuade him, but he didn’t give a shit about me, so he turned and left.
I anxiously took out my mobile phone and called Edward four or five times, but no one answered. I quickly went to the venue to look for him. I couldn’t find him.
Maybe he had not come yet. I quickly sent him a message, “If you see this message, call me back quickly!”
But there has been no reply, and I also didn’t see him.
I went to see Ms. Alen, but she was nowhere to be seen. What should I do? I went straight to the king.
I entered his room. He was talking and laughing with the queen, and everything looks like it’s all good.
I just wanted to go there, but I found a flaming figure standing beside the king.
It’s Erik.
I let out a cry, “Erik! Why are you here?!”
The king turned to see it was me and said with a smile, “My little darling, you’re here, Erik is talking to me about you!”
What good things can he say?
I frowned, “I have something to say to him. Your Majesty, can I excuse him for a second?”
“No, I was just about to say something important to my father!” Eric refused me directly and began to pull something from his chest.
I ran to him quickly, trying to hold down his gun-pulling hand, but my dress was too tight, and I wore 15 cm high heels.
I just ran for two steps, because I was in a hurry with my damn clothes and shoes. My legs began to move, and I lost my footing then fell to the ground.
When the queen saw it, she was very worried.
“Child, are you all right?!” The queen asked me.
The king’s attention was directed to me. He was no bigger or smaller than me all the time, but he couldn’t help laughing and gloating. “Haha, silly girl, is there anything delicious on the ground? It fascinates you so much! ”
Just as he was making such a funny joke, Erik pulled out a golden revolver from his chest.
I shouted, “No! Erik!”