Chapter 52 The Princess Who Was Cannon Fodder in the Danmei Novel 2
As soon as she got off the boat, Margaret saw Prince Albert in military uniform at the dock. She held Tini's hand, lifted her skirt, walked forward slowly, and knelt to salute: "Prince Albert, long time no see."
Albert returned the salute, his usually serious face slightly relaxed: "Your Highness, the Queen is waiting for you in the palace. Alf and Helena wanted to come with me to pick you up, but because they had etiquette classes today, their mother stopped them."
The prince's expression softened when he mentioned his two children. He invited the beautiful princess to get in the carriage. Today's family dinner was the first time the two children tried to arrange a banquet, just to welcome the fairy princess in their minds.
Margaret sat in the carriage driven by four white horses. The space inside was very spacious. She opened the secret compartment in the carriage out of habit, and found her favorite cakes inside.
Seeing that her princess was being greedy again, Tini quickly helped to tidy up the wide skirt and found a large piece of light-colored cotton cloth to gently spread on the skirt to prevent the crumbs accidentally dropped by the princess while eating cakes from sticking to the printed patterns and leaving stains. After all, she would definitely be accompanied by other ladies when she went to the palace to attend the banquet.
Margaret propped up her chin and looked out the window at the streets of London, but there was nothing to see. London, which was undergoing an industrial revolution, was full of huge chimneys, with thick black smoke rising into the sky. The hurried businessmen, citizens, and horse-drawn carriages on the damp streets formed a unique picture.
Pedestrians on the road looked at the speeding carriages on the street and the guards escorting the carriages on both sides, and were unable to dodge.
The beggar begging at the street corner looked at the nobleman's carriage in awe and shrank back inward, fearing that he would pollute the nobleman's eyes.
"Look at this magnificent carriage and these white horses are so handsome!" the children on the street cheered.
"It's a pity that there is no ethnic emblem on the carriage. I don't know which lady made such a big fuss!" A businessman asked his companion curiously.
"I hear you're a foreigner who just came to London, right?" A citizen nearby couldn't help but brag, "This is the carriage that belongs to our England's pearl, Princess Margaret. I heard that Her Majesty the Queen specially hired a skilled craftsman to build it according to the princess's instructions."
"Ah, that's Princess Marigold. I heard there's a revolution in France."
"Oh, my God, I heard that the mob was so fierce and had already taken Paris."
"Isn't Princess Margaret..."
"What are you looking at?" Benley, who had just been pushed aside by the crowd, saw his friend listening to something in the crowd and was puzzled. Wasn't his friend the most impatient with the boasting of these inferior people?
"Nothing." The man stared at Benley with deep eyes. He straightened his tuxedo which had just been wrinkled. "Didn't you say you were going to Poussey Street to look at jewelry? Let's go there first."
As he spoke, he strode forward.
As for princesses and the like, at his level, he is far from being able to reach them. Why bother thinking so much? He should just inspect his own industry first.
As soon as she got off the carriage, Marigat was held in her sister's arms, even though the queen was a head shorter than her.
"My dear Marie, you are finally back safely. The French Revolution broke out a few days ago, and I heard that the royal family there was also forced by the citizens to live in the Palais de Tuileries. I was very uneasy, fearing that the mob would destroy the port and prevent you from returning home." The queen patted her sister, who was taller than her, gently, as if trying to ease the fear Marigat suffered in France.
Before she could say anything, Margaret was hugged by two little carrot heads.
"Fairy Aunt!" "Fairy Aunt!"
Like a duet, 6-year-old Havre and 4-year-old Helena clung to their fairy aunt's legs and begged for a hug.
"Ahem, Havre, Helena, where are your court etiquette?" Prince Albert, who was following behind, frowned and scolded softly.
Queen Victoria immediately put her sister down in her arms and walked to her husband, with a smile on her face and tenderness in her eyes.
Margaret: The original owner and the Queen, as sisters, have similar ideas about love, right?
She reached out and hugged the little princess who looked like a blonde doll, while she also held the little prince in her left hand. After all, she had to keep both of them evenly matched.
With a false smile on her face, Margaret socialized perfunctorily with the noble ladies who came to accompany her, and pretended not to notice the sympathy and schadenfreude that inadvertently revealed in their eyes.
Haha, this is really a job that tests your acting skills.
Marilyn ate the strange food in front of her with difficulty, listened to the social language between the glasses, and shoved a few mouthfuls of food in a hurry, forcing herself to deal with the temptations in the words.
The queen looked at her distracted sister with concern, thinking that this engagement must be resolved as soon as possible. Her sister, who always loved food, was so perfunctory about eating.
After the banquet, the queen asked her sister to go to the bedroom to rest first. After all, Margaret's radiant face was covered with a layer of dust after the long journey, and she looked exhausted.
"Alber, what do you think of what we discussed last time?" Victoria looked at her husband's handsome face.
"You mean to offer God a large fortune and ask the Pope to dissolve Margaret and Louise's marriage?"
"Of course!" This was the first time Victoria spoke in such a firm tone. Most of the time, she would obey her husband's decisions.
"When my father held my hand before he died, there were two things he couldn't let go of. One was that he hoped I could shoulder the responsibilities of a monarch and lead Great Britain onto the path of prosperity. But don't I have your help now?" Her eyes were full of sweetness and trust.
"The second thing, which my father couldn't let go of until his death, was Margaret. You know, in order to strengthen the cooperation between Britain and France, Margaret wanted to get married. Who would have known that Louis would be a pagan who likes homosexuality?"
Speaking of this, the usually kind queen couldn't help but grit her teeth. Every time she received a letter of complaint from her sister, she thought that Margaret was too coquettish, and she always encouraged her sister in the letter to work hard to take on the responsibilities of a princess and a queen.
After learning the truth, she really wanted to break off relations with France and bring her sister back no matter what, so she went to France in person to discuss the matter.
In order to protect her second son, the Queen Mother of France promised a port tax, hoping that Marigold and Louis would maintain their marriage for ten years. If there was no improvement in these ten years, the marriage would be dissolved after ten years on the grounds of childlessness, and the French royal family would give the princess a dowry.
On the one hand, it was due to the overall political considerations at the time, and on the other hand, the use rights and taxes of a port were also very attractive.
After negotiations, Victoria agreed to the arrangement, but the dowry had to be paid first. After all, the Queen Mother might not be alive ten years later. What if she passed away and the current king did not want to fulfill his promise?
At that time, the political situation in France was already unstable. In order to maintain the alliance with Britain and appease the people, the French royal family really shed blood.
"So, my father hopes that I can introduce a young man to Margaret after she breaks off her engagement. He has already arranged the dowry."
The prince turned the ring on his hand and thought for a while. There was really no need to quarrel with his wife over the princess' marriage. It was just a matter of adding a dowry, so he agreed.
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