228 The Answer is a Little Heartbreaking (1/2)
Roland had heard that some men were psychologically unsound and liked to be cuckolded, a psychological disorder associated with masochistic tendencies.
Does the king also have the same tendency?
The queen didn't care that her body was exposed. She placed her hands on the table, leaned forward, looked Roland in the eye, and said, ”Not many of us queens of the Kingdom of Hollevin will have a good ending. We either die of disease or a serious illness at a young age. It's already good to have been the queen for four years.”
”Why would you want to be the queen of Hollevin if it's so dangerous?”
”Isn't it obvious?” The queen laughed disdainfully. ”Most women either want to be a princess or a queen. And since I couldn't be a princess, wasn't it only natural that I dreamed of being a queen?”
Roland still couldn't understand women's train of thought. ”Even if it's life-threatening? Is it worth it?”
”Are you men not just as insane as to risk your lives for the title of the best in the world? Are you qualified to speak of us women?” The queen sneered.
Roland was at a loss for words, unable to find a retort.
”Hehe, you seem to be a reasonable man.” The queen extended her smooth fingers and flicked the silver wine glass in front of her, which gave off a tinkling sound. ”My name is Andonara, what is your name?”
”Roland.”
”So what do you want to talk to me about, Mr. Roland?” Andonara looked at Roland with considerable interest.
In her eyes, Roland was a teenager who was only about sixteen years old, and although he wasn't handsome, he wasn't ugly either. Most importantly, this teenager had a calm and wise temperament and appeared quite attractive. While she herself was a twenty-three-year-old ”old woman”—she was actually the one who lucked out.
”I'd like to know why you identified Kaka as your assailant.”
Andonara's smiling expression immediately went cold. ”You just wanted to ask that?”
”Yes.”
”Are you a friend of Little Bard?”
”Yes.”
Andonara's cold expression eased. ”Little Bard yelled before he was hanged that someone would avenge his death. That was you?”
”Just assume that it's me.” Roland nodded.
”So, in your eyes, I'm one of the murderers, too?” Andonara's expression was calm.
Roland nodded. ”I'll have to see what your answer is before I decide.”
Andonara's fingers lightly traced the rim of her wine glass for a moment before she said, ”My husband told me to say that. Do you think I have the right to refuse?”
”His Majesty the King?” Roland felt a bit incredulous. ”If word of this gets out, not to mention your reputation, but also the reputation of the royal family will be damaged—why would he order so?”
Although Andonara was smiling, whether it was in her eyes or at the corners of her mouth, there was a chill that appeared quite sarcastic.
Roland felt somewhat disbelieving.
Andonara was a beauty, on the same level as Princess Evelyn. However, she was a bit more attractive than Princess Evelyn; after all, Andonara had a much better figure, and she was even a queen.