There were still a few lonely stars hanging in the sky. The sky was a little dim and the thick curtains seemed a little stuffy. Perhaps because of the sultry weather that made him unable to sleep, Ferdinand woke up early.

The woman lying beside her moved and then calmed down. Ferdinand looked around and saw the woman's smooth shoulders and curves slightly undulating as she breathed. He sat up and hung his legs beside the bed, looking at the unclear sky outside the open window.

Juana has been missing for 4 days. If something bad happened, it is inevitable that it will come now.

Ferdinand was already somewhat mentally prepared at this time. He knew that the Castiles hated him not because he did something that was angry and resentful, but because he was an Aragonist.

This sounds a bit annoying. After all, although the two countries have had many grudges over the past few centuries, if you trace it back, the royal families of the two countries are not only from the same family, but also at a certain period in history, even one country.

But why are the monarchs of both countries now married and have children, but the people are so stubborn and disregarding the overall situation?

Ferdinand felt a little incomprehensible and even a little aggrieved, but although this weak performance seemed to win a certain amount of sympathy, it could not change his situation.

The rooster crowing could be vaguely heard in the distance, and Ferdinand got off the bed and walked to the window and looked outside.

The sky was gloomy, just like his current mood.

A cold wind blew, and Ferdinand would rather stumble the layer of goose bumps on his arms.

He has not actually been asleep for the past two days, and is waiting for all kinds of news that may come from anytime and anywhere. Even if there is any movement at night, he will be immediately awakened.

But despite this, he had to force himself to deal with the cunning Castile nobles during the day.

The church messengers from Toledo were originally ready to return to Toledo because of Juana's disappearance, but they stayed on excuses.

Ferdinand knew the reason they did this, but he had no choice.

The Segovia Ferry became the dividing line between Valliarido and Madrid, and also the forefront of the competition between him and Alexander.

It was just that Ferdinand knew that he had much more enemies than Alexander had to deal with, because at least his enemies didn't have to spend half of their energy to deal with teammates around him who could stab him at any time.

Ferdinand never felt that it was as difficult as it is now. Although he did not know who was his enemy or his friend, every Castile was a potential traitor in his eyes.

This made him feel more desperate than panic.

The invisible enemy is certainly worrying, but what is even more disturbing is that he began to doubt those who originally trusted very much.

Ferdinand knew that this was absolutely impossible. He had to do his best to calm himself down, and to avoid the dissatisfaction of the people around him and even disenchantment due to blind suspicion.

But although he understood this truth very well, he always involuntarily examined the people around him, so that even though he tried to make himself look nothing strange, some people still keenly noticed the subtle changes in his attitude.

The result is that there are obviously fewer people around him.

Perhaps some people have indeed begun to think of other ways of retreat for themselves, but Ferdinand believes that most people have become concerned about their reasons.

All this must be changed. Ferdinand told himself in his heart that while he carefully examined everyone around him, he forced himself to trust them. This contradictory torture made Ferdinand really have enough sin in these days.

A few sharp rooster cries in the distance broke the tranquility of the morning, and several people hurriedly walked around the flower bed and ran towards the palace.

Ferdinand's heart suddenly tightened. He felt that the people should have brought some news, so he grabbed the robe that fell to the ground and put it on his body, then walked out of the room and into the corridor.

At this time, the people had already entered the hall, and soon there was a messy and rapid footsteps coming from the corner of the corridor.

Ferdinand had already had a premonition from the panic and chaos of the footsteps that he might hear something bad. However, when those people hurriedly walked up to him to report to him, Ferdinand still had a slim hope.

But this hope will soon be crushed by reality.

"What did you say?"

Ferdinand looked at his subordinates who reported to him and asked in a very light voice. Seeing that they didn't speak, he took a step forward and grabbed the nearest person and stretched him in front of him and asked in a low voice: "What did you tell me just now?"

"Queen, the Queen seems to have passed away." His subordinates repeated the news that scared everyone in a very low voice. "The news came from Madrid, and it is said that the Queen's carriage was killed halfway."

Ferdinand slowly let go of his hand. He did not furiously after hearing this terrible news as people thought, but turned around calmly and walked step by step towards the bedroom.

His appearance made his subordinates even more worried. They followed behind them, even regardless of the news, and stood by the bed with a look of surprise and looked at their king's mistress.

Ferdinand, who walked straight into the house, seemed to have woken up from the terrible bad news. He turned around and asked his subordinates who were waiting for his orders, "Is this news true?"

Then he continued to ask without waiting for the answer: "So, say that these news came from Madrid, did they find Juana's whereabouts, and others besides Juana?"

The king's series of questions made those people feel a little confused about which one should answer first. It was not until Ferdinand's belated anger finally infected his emotions and let out a roar of irritation, "Say something for God's sake!", and his subordinates began to answer in panic.

Listening to the fragments of rumors that had been reported in a hurry under his hands, Ferdinand's face became increasingly ugly, but he seemed to be trying his best to control his anger until he suddenly waved his hand to interrupt his report.

"You mean they are all dead, three?"

"Yes, your majesty, the Queen and the Reverend Togo Mada have been unfortunately killed," the subordinate replied carefully.

"So, no one actually knows how they died?" Ferdinand's mood suddenly became high. He walked around the room, rubbing each other with his hands constantly. "Oh, since that's the case, things are not that bad."

Ferdinand kept talking to himself, and then he suddenly stopped and looked at his subordinates and said, "Go and summon everyone into the palace, and go quickly when they haven't heard the news yet!"

Seeing those people leaving the room in a hurry, they kept watching Ferdinand's woman coming over and asked worriedly: "Why are you still in a hurry to tell the Castile?"

"It's better than asking me for trouble after they hear the news," Ferdinand explained impatiently. "Although some of them will make trouble with me through this, if they think I will surrender to them, it would be a big mistake."

Ferdinand's originally feminine face flashed with a hint of sharpness. With the help of a woman, he put on his clothes, then reached out to take off the scepter from the shelf next to him and squeezed it tightly in his hand.

"I will let each of them know that Castilla's current owner is actually me, and I will keep this status quo until one day I die."

After saying that, he put on the crown that had been wearing very well in front of the mirror. After looking very satisfied with his appearance, he took a deep breath and walked out of the room.

Behind him, the woman looked at Ferdinand's back worriedly who disappeared outside the door, and then seemed to remember something that hurriedly walked to the door connected to the small room next door and knocked, calling the maid who had already been awakened into her room.

"Let me prepare enough food and clothes quickly, and then prepare a carriage," the woman reminded her maid, "and go home to tell her nurse to leave here."

The maid asked in a panic and asked in a low voice: "Madam, do you think it is necessary?"

"I don't know, but I must be prepared," the woman said in a furious voice. "I want to think about my son. Although he is destined to be king, I must at least ensure that he is safe and sound."

When Ferdinand walked through several corridors and came to the vestibule, he saw several people waiting there.

All of these people looked ugly, and some were even dazed, as if some terrible disaster was about to come.

Ferdinand could actually understand the mood of these people. The two monarchs died one after another in just a short time, which is an unimaginable disaster for any country, not to mention that Castilla is now facing such a delicate situation.

But despite the understanding, he is himself in such a situation now, and he is also the one who causes this situation. Therefore, for Ferdinand, these people are likely to become his enemies.

Moreover, since these people appeared in the palace so quickly, Ferdinand realized that the news might have spread, which made him want to take action first and give a considerable discount.

Seeing Ferdinand, the Castile nobles immediately met them. No matter what they thought, Ferdinand was undoubtedly the best candidate to deal with this shocking change at this time.

"God, something terrible happened," an elderly Castile nobleman choked and opened his arms to Ferdinand, for the widower who had just lost his wife and the father who had now suddenly lost his daughter and son-in-law, the old man was obviously planning to comfort him. "My poor king, my poor king."

"God forgives me, this is a punishment for me." Ferdinand's voice was also choked and unable to tell. He also stretched out his arms and walked forward, but before he could take a few steps, his legs suddenly collapsed to the ground.

People immediately exclaimed, rushed up and helped up the wailing king, and the sad crying and wailing of the father who lost his daughter echoed in the empty palace.

The sky was getting brighter, but the morning in Castilla was destined not to be calm this day.

Many people found that there were various noises on the street early, and it seemed that many people were passing by the street, and the sound of horse hooves trampling and wheels rolling never disappeared on the street.

People knew something big should have happened, so they took to the streets to inquire.

What they heard was the bad news that made them stunned and helpless in an instant.

The morning of this day was not only long but also difficult for the people of Valliedo. The sultry weather was unbearable since the morning. After listening to the bad news about Juana and his wife, people felt that the whole city was in an instant and in pain.

No matter when, extreme emotions of happiness, sadness, anger or joy can always be transmitted to others like a plague.

If these emotions involve an event or person that is extremely important to everyone, then this infectious disease may spread to everyone that it can "infect" at an astonishing speed in a very short period of time.

Lao Xueshe Street is not far from the palace. Since the Moorish man named Uriu moved into his home, Old Beirugert has become more cautious.

Fortunately, the Moor was very tactful. He obviously knew that he was not so popular, and he also knew that the locals had no good feelings for the Moors, so he was very careful in coming and going during the two days, and when outsiders came, he was respectful to the Berugert family.

For the sudden appearance of the Moor, Old Berugert explained to others that this man was a servant of an adult, who was still doing business elsewhere, and the Moor was sent back to prepare for his upcoming trip.

People know that a foreign noble once visited the Beirugert family, which made people envious. They could not have any suspicion of the explanation of Old Beirugert, or in their opinion, a young Moorish man could not do anything great.

After moving into the Berugert home, Uriu has been in such a hurry, but he took the time to read Alonso's paintings that seemed a little childish, and then he held his chin and nodded a few words, "It's not bad, you're very suitable to be a court painter, maybe you can make a living in this future."

Alonso was very proud, and he felt that this Moor actually spoke like Master Normezi, which made him very upset.

However, when he heard the Moors say that he was working for the Duke of Romantheia with Master Normezi, the young painter dared not underestimate the Moors anymore.

Uriu was not worried that the family would go to inform him. He could find the Berugert family and live there with peace of mind, knowing that they would not do such stupid things.

And he also liked the family very much. They didn't have that much curiosity and never asked what he did when he went out early and came back late. However, despite this, Uliu still had to hide nearby and observe carefully before coming back every time before entering the door after confirming that there was no danger.

Uriu didn't think there was any trouble. At least compared to the clown in Ferdinand, his current caution seemed too correct.

Uriu believed that Ferdinand should have known that the messenger he sent to Navarra might have been in trouble, but he thought that he didn't know that Andrees Roger might have lost his life now. After all, before he left, the French had already planned to attack Andrees Roger.

The only thing that worries Uriu now is that he has found a marriage for the master's daughter without authorization. He feels that if he doesn't settle this matter quickly, even if the master can spare him, the barbaric and uneducated Sophia will probably be someone, or more likely, just twist his head off with his own hands.

So Uriu did not rush to meet with Alexander, but first went to Valyaridod, because he felt that it might be more useful to grandpa here.

Uliu came back very late today, or it was already early in the morning. Alonso, who was sleeping by the window, heard the movement and got up in a daze and looked outside. What surprised him was that Uliu was not alone today.

Several people hurried into the Berugert home with him, but soon they hurriedly left.

Alonso, who looked out of the window, noticed that after they arrived on the street, they walked in different directions, and soon their figures disappeared at the intersection.

Alonso wanted to sleep for a while, but was woken up by Uriu.

He seemed extremely excited to see him returning to the room, and although he looked a little tired, he obviously did not intend to rest immediately.

When the sky gradually became lighter, Alonso, who was dozing in a daze, was suddenly awakened by a sound that was faintly heard like a dull vibration.

The sound came from the wooden bed lying beneath him, which made Alonso feel clever. Just as he thought the ground was moving, he heard the sound of huge waves outside like a rushing from the depths of the sea.

Alonso sat up and heard his parents downstairs obviously awakened by the movement. He crawled on the windowsill and looked out, and was stunned by the scene he saw.
To be continued...