Ferdinand's messenger was not his personal and court clown.

He sent a pure Castile nobleman, and the key is that this man was Isabella's palace chief.

Count Don Windinghao was a loyal subject of Queen Isabella. Unlike other Castile nobles, Count Don Windinghao was also loyal to Ferdinand.

Since the incident of the treasurer defecting to Portugal, Ferdinand has become increasingly distrustful of the Castiles.

He knew that many Castile nobles had been secretly planning various conspiracies against him, but not many were openly standing on the opposite side like a treasurer.

What's worse is that Treasurer Don Marklos Byrne is a close confidant around Isabella and one of the people she trusts the most.

The impact this has even worse.

At one point, Ferdinand even wondered if anyone among the servants around him had participated in some conspiracy, or if he had a meal or fell asleep, he might be poisoned or assassinated.

Such suspicion made Ferdinand feel very uncomfortable, and he also knew that this was obviously not possible. If he continued, either he was driven crazy or his already subtle relationship with the Castiles eventually turned into a disaster.

So he needed to quell the rebellion in the south as soon as possible. Although he did not want to place all his hopes on Gonzalo, it seemed that he was the only one who could count on him.

But he never expected that the Sicilians would suddenly invade at this time.

Or the time they chose was so wonderful that even if Ferdinand wanted to send troops from Aragon to support him, it would be very difficult.

Moreover, the current situation in the north and west has also distracted Ferdinand a lot.

The French were eyeing each other, and the Portuguese were even more likely to provoke the power of victory at sea. Ferdinand had to calm all these troubles as soon as possible, which required him to make a choice.

After consideration, Ferdinand felt that it would be better to resolve the rebellion in the south first.

As for the Queen of Sicily, although she publicly expressed her support for her brother, Ferdinand did not think this was a problem that could never be solved.

Earl of Don Wendinghao was burly and handsome, and his thick black beard made his face look very big, making the palace manager look honest and honest.

However, Ferdinand knew very well that this person was meticulous and flexible, and many people were even deceived by his not-so-smart appearance.

He is still at ease to send this person as an envoy.

Earl of Don Windinghao met the Queen of Sicily in the main hall of the Governor's Mansion. This was his first time to come to Seville. The glory of the Governor's Mansion made him yearn for it.

The Sicilian army he met along the way left a deep impression on the Count.

However, when he saw the Queen, Count Don Windinghauer forgot the shock that the buildings and the army brought to him.

What surprised the Earl was that the Queen of Sicily was not only more beautiful than the legendary one, but more importantly, he could feel the obvious authority of the Queen in the Sicily army.

The Castile army also worshipped Isabella, but they regarded her only as a monarch.

As for the difference between the Sicilian army, Count Don Wendinghao could feel that whether it was soldiers or officers, they regarded the queen as their "personal people".

This is a very novel feeling. Although there are many monarchs in history who were worshipped and followed by the army because of their bravery, the Queen of Sicily is a woman after all.

But the Sicilian soldiers don’t think so. They always use the deliberate and aggravated description of “our queen” to prove their different relationship with the queen than ordinary people.

Whenever the queen is mentioned, Count Don Wendinghao can clearly feel the worship of the queen revealed from the heart of the Sicilians, or a stronger sense of identity than the monarch.

This surprised him. He didn't know how the young queen, who was said to be in her early 20s, did this. In his impression, even Queen Isabella was not so trusted by ordinary soldiers in the army.

And the Duke of Roman Thesia, he had seen in Valladot.

But here, perhaps because the queen is too dazzling, the duke is not so noticeable.

This also reminded Count Don Windinghao of Ferdinand's orders before coming.

If the king marry the queen...

This thought quickly flashed through the heart of Count Don Wendinghao, and made him feel a little expectant about this mission.

At the entrance of a corridor on the second floor of the southern wing of the Governor's Mansion, several Balkan hunting guards were walking back and forth with vigilance.

The corridor is very long, but it is cut off here by a huge foyer. There are two small rooms on both sides of the foyer, and opposite is another part that continues to lead to the main building.

On the opposite side, several breastplate guards stared at the hunting guards with hostility. The two sides confronted silently through the wide foyer, but no one made any sound.

In a room at the end of the corridor, Ruosha was sitting on the cushion and wiping a musket. She was wearing gloves sewn in lambskin and holding a cotton cloth that was smeared with whale oil, gently putting oil on the weapon that was dismantled into a pile of parts.

Scattered gunpowder can easily leave residue on the medicine pool and hammer, and various impurities are easily left in the gun barrel. This is obviously harmful to the lifespan of the musket and is not safe to use.

Ruosha's muskets have not been fired several times. These muskets with different shapes are more used for playing and decorating.

However, when Ruosha was free, she liked to disassemble these weapons, wipe each part and then reassembled it after wiping it into the tiles.

Her hobby makes these place in special boxes, and the muskets she often carries with them are always clean and pleasing to the eye.

Few people know that these things that look completely toys are terrifying weapons with fatal power.

Alexander sat in a chair not far from Ruosha. He couldn't help but feel a little funny when he looked at his sister who was seriously fiddling with the pile of musket parts in front of him.

The messenger of Ferdinand actually brought an outdated condition.

When Count Don Windinghau just left Barryalido, he didn't know what was waiting for him.

Moreover, the count obviously did not follow the road from Valliarido to Cordoba and then to Seville, so when he arrived in Seville, although he had changed hands with Seville accidentally, he did not know the whereabouts of Gonzalo, nor did he know that the defeated Castile army had retreated to Cordoba.

However, the key is that perhaps he is too confident about Gonzalo's previous record. Ferdinand always believes that the Sicilians cannot win, so in his letter to the Queen of Sicily, he announced in a victorious tone that if the Sicilians could withdraw from Castilla as soon as possible, he would be willing to negotiate with the other party, otherwise, waiting for the Sicilian army to end up being completely defeated.

Ferdinand's ultimatum letter made Count Don Wendinghao very embarrassed. He knew that if he gave such a letter at this time, he would undoubtedly bring shame on himself, and the king's more important intention would inevitably be completely ruined because of this letter.

Therefore, it is rare that when the count was unable to submit diplomatic letters, he had to rack his brains to come up with a set of rhetoric. However, in the end, the count completely explained the purpose of the project.

What Alexander did not expect was that Ferdinand actually wanted to marry Ruosha.

With a very crisp "click", Ruosha aimed the installed musket at a candlestick in front of her and then pulled the trigger.

The sound of the air striking hammer without flint hit the medicine pool board and woke up Alexander. He woke up from his meditation and saw him sitting cross-legged, slowly peeling off his gloves while slanting at him with a deliberately provocative look. Alexander suddenly felt a burst of pride from the bottom of his heart.

Ruosha looks like this now, and she doesn't want to be the commander who is fighting against her lover. She is just a young girl who seems to be fighting with her lover.

Her slightly stubborn and cute look that seemed a little angry but deliberately did not say it out makes people think of a somewhat willful noble lady. Who would have thought that such a girl would be the monarch of a powerful kingdom?

When he thought that only he could see and possess Ruosha in this world, Alexander felt indescribable satisfaction.

"Ferdinand actually wants to marry me," Ruosha said with a very serious look. "I wonder if you should cut off the Earl Don Windinghau immediately, or are you not angry?"

"I think we shouldn't seem to be so savage," Alexander said first, and saw dissatisfaction on his sister's face, he waved his hand indifferently. "But if you think you should cut off a few heads and vent your anger, I'll let the Balkans capture the Earl Don Wendinghao and his men, and when it's dawn, they all cut them all, I believe they've been thinking about doing this."

"Puff~"

Ruosha couldn't help but chuckled. She twisted her body and gave way to the side, and then patted the soft pad under her.

The silk-surfaced cushions are soft and smooth when sitting on, making people feel deeply trapped.

The Governor's Mansion is full of exotic things, but it is not difficult to understand.

After being ruled by the Moors for many years, many places in Seville inevitably left some foreign characteristics.

This kind of soft cushion covering the entire bedroom is one of them. When Ruosha saw this room, she fell in love with it immediately, and then she sat down comfortably and began to fiddle with her dangerous toys.

Now sitting next to Ruosha, watching her leaning against the cushion slightly lazy, the strange temperament mixed with innocence and maturity made Alexander's heart feel warm.

However, Ruosha twisted her body and looked at Alexander. Seeing him looking at her, she couldn't help but smiled proudly.

"We won," Ruosha said, "Do you know, when I landed in Malaga with my army, I thought about what would happen if the expedition failed. I think I would not be much better than Caesar Porgia at that time."

Ruosha's words made Alexander's heart, which was originally drowned by love, suddenly cold. Looking at Ruosha's blue eyes that seemed innocent but could see through the fog of war, he sighed softly.

"Brother, do you know? I used to think about what kind of man I would meet in the future. Then I came to the conclusion that I would get married, have children, and become a certain noble wife and a mother of a few children in the future, but I would never meet someone who really knows me."

Ruosha said and laughed. When she said this, she seemed to be talking about other people's destiny rather than her own.

"But I met you, I don't know if this is God's arrangement. I met the only person who can understand and support me, but this person cannot become my husband."

Alexander reached out and gently stroked Ruosha's smooth cheeks, then slid his fingers into the skin in her ears, feeling the powerful rhythm of her warm pulse on her neck.

"Go to do what you should do, brother, let them know your decision tomorrow, let Ferdinand know who he is facing, and let all the Castiles know what kind of monarch they are going to welcome."

Ruosha leaned forward and touched her lips lightly on Alexander's lips.

"I am proud of you, brother. Maybe Barenti will be lucky to wear the queen's crown in the future, but she will always be a queen, and I am your sister, wife, lover and most loyal comrade-in-arms and partners, which no one can ever do."

Alexander looked at the young woman close to him.

She is the queen and commander, but she is his irreplaceable sister. Looking at Ruosha's eyes, Alexander could feel her heartfelt firmness.

"I see."

Alexander nodded in agreement.

April 27, 1503.

Just a few weeks apart, the Seville Cathedral once again ushered in a grand ceremony.

Despite the Pope's visit, the ceremony was still presided over by the auxiliary bishop.

Looking at the auxiliary bishop standing in front of the altar, many people speculated about when he surrendered to the Sicilians.

However, although he secretly despises the assistant bishop's lack of integrity, no one openly stands up and scolds him.

On the contrary, the Andalusian nobles who chose to stay were different at this time.

Don Bavi is here, Don Bavi is dead.

Gonzalo is here, Gonzalo is defeated.

The masters of Seville are the Queen of Sicily and the Duke of Roman Thecia.
To be continued...