Mary ran quickly behind the holly hedge, a small heart thumped and didn't notice even the small bag containing the casting material she lost. She ran back to her room in one breath, drove away the maids, and threw herself on the bed and gasped violently. Her head was dizzy, her cheeks were numb, and the world in front of her was spinning, and she didn't know what was wrong... But His Majesty the King, she was saying, Louis, (Dear) the voice of Louis was always lingering in her ears.

He said he would not marry Princess Henrietta as his wife.

Mary Mancini was a child before coming to Paris. Although she was only two or three years younger than Louis, because she was born as a wizard, she spent much more time in the inner world than in the outer world, and the etiquette of the inner world was obviously not as strict as the outer world. So she came to Paris, especially after being able to serve the Queen Mother, she encountered many jealous mockery and frame-ups. Although she took revenge one by one, she always felt that she was out of place with the world. Especially the Bishop told her that it is best not to use the power belonging to the inner world too often.

But she is a witch.

If it weren't for the repeated harsh warnings of father and uncle, Mary might have thought of returning to the inner world, which was her world. In the palace, although the existence of a wizard is almost an open secret, she still must strictly abide by the rules. If a member of the royal family dares to publicly raise wizards or dark creatures, he will be punished by the church or even questioned by the Inquisition.

Moreover, her family did not want her to exist in the palace as a witch. What they gave hope was not her understanding and mastery of magic, but her appearance and voice. But... this was a shame for Mary, and she was unwilling to give up her identity as a witch. She hoped that her husband could trust her, understand her, support her, and even understand the beauty of magic.

The problem is that even if she is just a child, she knows that this is almost impossible. In the inner world, there are either no witches or witches who accidentally leak their identities because they fall in love with mortals in the face of the world. The ending is obvious to all. Either the wizard kills his lover or is sent to the stolen rack because of his betrayal. Therefore, even from a girl's longing, this image is vague, elusive and imaginative.

Until she and His Majesty the King fought against the hordes of werewolf on that terrible night.

The first time they met, he knew she was a witch.

Mary had worried that His Majesty the King would fall into fear and then go crazy just like the mortals described by the wizards. Obviously, no, His Majesty the King accepted her existence. He did not fear her, nor would he flatter her. His attitude... can only be described like this, just like facing a musician, a priest, and a scholar. The spell that made mortals look disgusted was just a skill - a skill like cooking flowers or baking bread. He accepted her calmly, and magic. When she talked about the things in the world with great enthusiasm, he would not shivered or be angry, but listened with a sincere and enthusiastic attitude.

——I don’t know when the blurry image became clear, as if it would appear in front of her at any time.

Until today, when she heard the words outside the door, Louis suddenly overlapped with the image.

Realizing this, Mary was so panicked that she didn't know what to do. She even accidentally broke the lanyard of the small bag. When she found that Louis was walking towards her, she turned around and ran away without hesitation. She couldn't face him, at least not today, or maybe not in the next few days.

But just when she was at a loss, Louis came.

The king could refuse the interview of others, but in Richelieu's house, no one could refuse the visit of the king. Mary went to see the king with a blushing face. Louis thought she had drunk too much. "This is your bag," he brought it back to Mary with the bag: "Be careful, Miss Mancini," he said kindly: "Now Paris is full of people from the Inquisition, and there may be some people with unpredictable minds who will do something that should not be done."

Mary thanked him from the bottom of her heart. She knew she had made a mistake, but she still saluted the king respectfully and thanked him.

This surprised Louis a little. Miss Mancini may be the most presumptuous person around him. She doesn't regard him as a king. She often calls him by his name Louis, and will walk ahead of him or insist on sharing it with him. Because of this, among the many ladies, Mary Mancini is the one who impressed him the most. Louis never gets angry about her misconduct. After all, she makes him lively as if he is still in the past. Perhaps it is precisely because of this that he is willing to get along with her often.

Louis waited patiently for a while, and Mary looked a little dazed, which made the king a little worried. He stretched out his hand and stroked Mary's forehead. His cold fingers suddenly woke up. She knew that she should bow her knees and bow to his Majesty the King, but she didn't want to see him before, and now she was unwilling to let him leave.

"What's wrong, Mary?" asked Louis, "Don't worry, I picked up this bag. I didn't let the second person see it. Put it away, don't just go next time."

"Yes..." Mary said, with her eyes hanging down, almost daring to look at Louis, "I'll be careful."

"Then I'm going back," said the king. "We might be able to go to the market together tomorrow."

He was about to turn around and walk away, but he was pulled back.

Mary grabbed his shoulder strap.

"What are you going to do? Mary," said the king with some angrily, "You are a little rude."

He almost blamed Mary, but the little girl raised her head, and her bright eyes could even calm the furious lion, "Okay," she said softly, "My Majesty, OK, I'm willing to go anywhere with you."

Louis raised his hand helplessly and touched her curly hair.

"Then you have to have a good rest," he said, "Stop worrying."

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In fact, going to the market was a thought of Louis. He wanted to learn more about Paris and his people. Now, because the black-clad judges and monks from the Inquisition appeared on the streets of Paris from time to time, the public security in Paris was much better than before. The market also reopened three months ago. In this era without much entertainment, the lively market not only attracted civilians and merchants, but also the nobles and important officials could not resist such temptation. Queen Mother Anne once mentioned that she should go to the market, and the Duke of Monponsier, who had been complaining that she didn't want to stay in Richelieu's house.

The king wrote the note and asked Bontang to pass it to Queen Mother Anne, Princess Philip, his aunt Queen Mary, her daughter Princess Henrietta, and the Duke of Monponsier, to invite them to go to the market tomorrow. The reply letter soon came, except for Duke of Monponsier, who said she was sick and uncomfortable, and she had difficulty walking, and she could only accept the good intentions of the king.

Louis didn't take this seriously, but Philip came to thank him in person. Of course, he naturally shared a bed with the king. Before he fell asleep, he gave the king a bill of exchange that had been endorsed, worth 15,000 gold Louis.

"What is this?" asked the king.

"Mother's ten thousand gold Louis, my five thousand gold Louis." Philip said, "To you, your majesty, although we don't understand why you insist so, if you want to do that, you can tell us."

"I didn't want you to pay," said Louis.
Chapter completed!