We left them and went back to bed. Marie met us at the top of the stairs. I whispered to her:

"Marie, did you hear? The Swedish people want Jean and me to be their next king and queen. The people chose us, Marie. We shant be like Joseph and Julie."

A big tear rolled down her face. Then Marie, my sweet old Marie, curtseyed deeply in front of me.

I lay down and shut my eyes, but I couldnt sleep. Nor could Jean.

"Why did they call you Charles?" I asked him.

"Charles is a royal Swedish name," he explained. "One day I shall be King Charles the fourteenth. And you are now the Crown Princess Desideria."

I sat up suddenly. "No!" I cried. "I refuse to be Desideria. I refuse. Do you understand?"

Loading...

未加载完，尝试【刷新】or【关闭小说模式】or【关闭广告屏蔽】。

尝试更换【Firefox浏览器】or【Chrome谷歌浏览器】打开多多收藏！

移动流量偶尔打不开，可以切换电信、联通、Wifi。

收藏网址：www.dd123.cc

(＞人＜；)