The Imperial Palace on the other side.

In an instant, the storm surged, and the person who stood at the pinnacle of power had already changed people.

used to be a throne, but now a prisoner.

……

It was getting dark. On the silent earth, the moonlight sprinkled like water, and the bright moon overhead, was a little pale.

Inside a dark cell.

The high walls erected had narrow windows open, from which the moonlight penetrated.

The king and queen and Darlen Carlos were kept in a cell.

The king had fainted from the severe pain, and was now lying upright on the weeds, like a dead fish.

The queen was also reluctant to come near the king, let alone take care of him.

The middle-aged woman's delicately maintained face flashed with a little disgust very quickly.

As for Prince Carlos, he was a cowardly and unassertive man who became a headless fly when things happened, and now he is sitting in a daze on a clean haystack on the side.

As for Princess Darryn, she looked at Carlos, then at the king and queen, and something quickly flashed in her eyes.

She couldn't sit still.

The royal turmoil in the empire, why should she be involved?

Anyway, today's wedding didn't work out, she is still the princess of the neighboring country, not the princess of Carlos.

Darling kept reassuring herself that even if she looked at her father's face, Florence would not do anything to her.

Outside the cell was a long, dark hallway, with torches hanging from the walls, dancing flames, and the end of the corridor hidden in darkness.

There was a sudden knock on the door at the end of the hallway, and then it was pushed open.

Darling was startled, and she subconsciously raised her eyes to look at the place where the sound was coming from.

The boots stepped on the ground, and the sudden sound of footsteps, the pace was slow, unhurried, echoing in the dark and empty corridor.

What caught my eye was the figure of a man as tall as a pine and cypress.

Because of the backlight.

Darling couldn't see the appearance of the person who came for a while, but only vaguely saw that it was the outline of a man.

Who?

Torches are lit.

Lined with orange flames, the man's beautiful and familiar face was imprinted into everyone's eyes.

He was draped in a dark and solemn cloak, and inside he was wearing a straight and heroic military uniform, with a beautiful golden chain hanging from his waist, and tassels hanging down from his shoulders.

The most conspicuous thing was the man's dazzling short blond hair, the sun-like color, such a pure color, which they had only seen in one person.

That is, the eldest princess, Florence.

Everyone looked at Hermann, who had been Florence before, in disbelief.

The queen cried out uncontrollably, "You're a man? How can you be a man? ”

Cut that beautiful blonde hair short.

Nor did it detract from Herman's beauty in the slightest.

Women's clothing is alluring, and men's clothing is handsome.

The man's ruby green eyes lifted, looked at them a few times, and then opened his thin petal-colored lips, and his low-magnetic and seductive voice sounded.

"You seem surprised?"

"Queen, my titular stepmother."

Not just the queen, but everyone was in a state of shock.

Unlike the frightened crowd.

Seeing the stunning officer on the opposite side, Princess Darryn had a trace of inexplicable emotion in her eyes, as well as calculations.

She didn't expect that the princess of Florence was actually a man, and she was still such a handsome man.

Look at your fiancé Carlos, and compare it with this person.

It's a big difference.