"What makes you so sure that the Queen will get married according to your arrangement?" The nobleman sneered.
The old man smiled:
"She will, when everywhere is full of rebellion, and the Square Street is full of protesting crowds. Even as she lies in her bedroom bed, she can hear the people crying out for her to step down. She will do as I say."
Susan felt the cold in the room. The fire in the fireplace pulsed a few times and finally died out, leaving only the faint fishy red of the coals.
The nobleman and the old man stared at each other in silence, their faces blurred in the shadows.
After a moment,
"I wish your grace get your desires fulfilled." the nobleman said coldly.
The old man chuckled:
"Henry, you have never let me down. This time, I believe it will be the same. A month, Henry. You only have a month. It's up to you to be king or say goodbye to your Northern Fleet forever."
Perhaps the nobleman's face was too ugly. The old man smiled and patted his shoulder:
