Chapter 1083: Defense Broken

Alisara knocked on the wooden door softly and whispered, "Can you come in? I'm Alisara."

"Please come in."

After the maid opened the door, the little queen saw her sister-in-law sitting dignifiedly in front of the dressing mirror.

Although she had expected it, she couldn't help but admire her brother's vision after seeing her.

In terms of appearance alone, she and her mother are definitely the best in the world, but her sister-in-law will not be inferior after dressing up.

"Princess Alisara..." Deborah, who was sitting behind her sister, was a little at a loss. Before leaving, she wanted to dress up Gladys before the wedding.

But she really underestimated the importance of the Caledor family to this wedding. The makeup artist is the royal team of the Eternal Queen. The dress customization is selected by Atila from several royal tailor families in Lothern. Gladys first looks at the samples and finally chooses one that looks good to be tailored.

The one who sent her and her father here was not the expected silver-helmeted knight. After all, there was no such thing in Caledor. Creon was able to ride a horse and escort the prince's wife and her family all the way to Caledor, allowing them to experience the royal treatment.

And the Princess Elisara in front of him was also unexpected. Although it was rumored that the two majesties, Imrik and Alarielle, had already fallen in love, it was too early...

"You must be Deborah, I am Elisara, the younger sister of Draknir. Judging from the age, I should call you sister." The little queen greeted in a friendly manner and added the name of Deborah.

In panic, the little queen still focused on her sister-in-law in front of the dressing mirror. She walked to Gladys with a smile, "You are so beautiful, sister Gladys."

"Don't tease me... When I was working in Avalon as a newspaper, Her Majesty the Queen asked me to go to the palace." Gladys's delicate face showed some bitterness, which made the makeup artist frown for a while, thinking that there was still something to be added. She squeezed the little queen with her butt without leaving any trace, indicating that irrelevant people should stay away.

"Mother should like you very much. She pays much more attention to brother Draknir than I do." Alarielle winked at the familiar Avalon makeup maid, indicating that she must do her best.

Unexpectedly, when talking about this, Gladys's bitterness gradually turned into a trace of fear, "Her Majesty the Queen called me to the costume hall, asked many people to express their opinions, and handed over the finished product in the afternoon."

"In five days, I should have changed at least three hundred sets of clothes..."

Alisara thought about it, and it seemed that she did not see this expenditure in the palace's financial report, so she asked curiously, "Then what?"

"Then she sent the video of me wearing these clothes to Draknir, saying that the finances of the Avalon Palace did not support such extravagance, but she felt that I was very suitable for these clothes..."

"So brother?" Alisara looked a little strange, so when the brother saw the video, he drooled and directly paid the Avalon Palace?

Gladys sighed, but her eyes were filled with happiness. "Draconil spent all the dividends he got from working at the Young Dragon Bay Chamber of Commerce on this matter. He was obviously very frugal, but he wasted money on these useless things. I wanted to discuss it with the Queen later.

But His Majesty just kept asking the maids to fill the carriage and invited me to visit Avalon next time."

No, he just wanted to prove his ability, which was enough to keep you fat and white.

If it was my father who bought clothes for my mother or Aunt Atila, he would definitely go through the finances of the Dragon Court without blinking an eye, and mutter that women are troublesome, and it is better to go to the Church of Val to customize a few sets of armor.

Alissa complained in her heart, but she still envied the happiness in her sister-in-law's eyes.

The little queen rolled her eyes and asked curiously, "Sister, what gifts did you and your brother give each other?"

Even though Gladys's cheeks were covered with foundation, they still became noticeably rosy because of the little queen's question, "Why do you ask this?"

Knowing that there was fun, the little queen began to use her skills to seduce people. She tapped her palm and said, "Think about it, my father is a soldier who has been on the battlefield all his life. He has been dealing with battles for more than two hundred years before he got married since he joined the garrison at the age of forty. The thing he is best at in his life is commanding soldiers to charge, so he is scolded by Aunt Atila all day long.

But my brother is different. He has known you for a long time."

"Yes, Drakniel and I have indeed known each other for a long time..." Gladys recalled the experience of that day and still felt unbelievable. A marriage that started with a child hugging her thigh is something that even fairy tales dare not write about.

At first, she just regarded Drakniel as an ignorant little brother, and followed the instructions of her boss and the two princes to coax him to grow up together, but as time passed, the child gradually became stable and mature, and the gap between family affection and love became more and more blurred.

She could clearly see every step of Draknir's growth, from his hopping walk to his ignorant challenge to Warlord Tyrion.

She saw his awkward appearance when he put on the armor for the first time, and also witnessed his arrogance when he stood in front of the Phoenix Court and faced doubts.

But on the other hand, perhaps in Draknir's eyes, she was also growing up and maturing step by step, from a young girl to a lover who could understand him.

Gladys smiled softly, as if she could suddenly see the familiar handsome figure next to the dignified woman in the dressing mirror.

"I wrote him a long poem, a long poem that took so long to create that it would take a lifetime to record it...but I hope this poem will not have an end..."

Alisara's defense was completely broken now. How could her brother get such sweet love? Judging from Gladys's expression, the long poem was clearly dedicated to recording their love for a lifetime. This was enough to make the entire Ulthuan What was sung became a story that will last forever.

As for me... I thought of my father's displeasure when he saw me with an Elion attendant in the Phoenix King, and I wished I could take off the Phoenix Crown and crown clothes on the spot, and stuff the accompanying sword into the attendant's throat. .

She felt a little hopeless in life. The prerequisite for finding a partner was her father's approval, but who could pass this natural chasm.

"I'm going to ask my brother what he is going to give. I hope he won't be like my father, who always gives some old-fashioned rings..." The lost little queen slowly walked out of the room with Gladys' puzzled look on her face.

Gladys was a little confused. Did she say the wrong thing just now and make Alisala unhappy?

She turned around and asked Avalon's maid, "Did I say something wrong?"

The maid smiled and continued to play with the girl's perfect hairstyle, "She is just envious of having such a beautiful sister." (End of Chapter)