What surprised him was that the Queen of Sicily was completely different from the servants' private comments and speculations. She was not like a vulgar woman who was said to be able to fight everywhere on the battlefield with men. Her appearance was even more amazing.

The manager thought about it and felt that he could only describe the noble lady in front of him in one sentence: "This is a real queen."

"Now it is your palace."

Alexander whispered in Ruosha's ear.

"Really, would you give me this palace?" Ruosha asked with excitement when she turned around, then suddenly lifted her skirt and ran up the steps. "Come on, Alexander, let's see what my palace looks like."

The young and gentle figure running in the gorgeous corridor like a happy deer flashed in front of the doors and windows. Sometimes Ruosha would open a door curiously and look inside, but more often she would pass by and run to the next place of interest.

Alexander followed her, watching Ruosha's feet keep turning, like a dragonfly flying among flowers, he couldn't help but stop and smile and look at this pleasing scene.

"Look, Alexander."

Ruosha suddenly pointed to a huge painting in a room with open doors and greeted her with joy.

This painting is very large, and you can see a corner of it even outside the room.

Alexander walked into the room and looked at the huge oil painting that occupied an entire wall.

What surprised him was that this painting was actually the scene of the day when Donbavi occupied Sevilla.

He saw several familiar voices in the painting, and among them, surrounded by people, his hands folded together, and was about to receive the crown of Seville's consul, on the head, under the holy light of Jesus Christ, two haloed angels were sprinkling fragrant petals on Donbavi to bless him.

"This painting is beautiful, isn't it?" Ruosha asked softly to Alexander standing beside her, "I want to know who the person who painted this painting."

"Do you want this person to draw a portrait of you?" Alexander asked.

"I want him to draw a portrait for both of us."

Ruosha said as she spread her arms, as if she was emphasizing it specifically.

"It's so big. I want someone to record the battle of Seville on the scroll, because this is the first time that the two of us really fought side by side. Isn't this worth remembering?"

Ruosha's words moved Alexander. He knew that what Ruosha really wanted to remember was the past events they had experienced together.

"In fact, there is no need to do this. No matter how good the master is, he will not be able to show the wonderful times we have."

Alexander hugged Ruosha from behind and asked her head to lean on his shoulder: "But if you want, I'll ask someone to find this painter. I want him to draw the best scroll for you and pass on it. Let everyone in the future remember the heroic figure of the Queen of Sicily forever. I have already thought of the name of the painting, and it is called 'Ruosha Kosencha Astamara in Leo'."

Alexander's words made Ruosha excited. She turned around and looked at Alexander.

"Why aren't Alexander and Ruosha in Leo? I prefer this name."

Looking at Ruosha's eyes that were fused with innocence but flashed with wisdom, Alexander couldn't help but whisper: "If possible, I would rather create a private treasure called the Queen's dormitory with you."

"real?"

Ruosha's eyes immediately narrowed her smile. She reached out and pulled Alexander and hurriedly walked into the corridor. Seeing the manager blocked by the guards, she hurriedly asked, "Where is the bedroom?"

The manager was about to answer, and a servant hurried over and reported loudly:
Chapter completed!