Chapter 647
"Mother, this belt is too important to you. I can't take it!" Cynthia realized the meaning behind the belt and hurriedly handed it back to Christoya.
"Take it, I don't need it anymore. And it will continue to protect you, my daughter! " Crystal smiled. Now that she was the queen of Diónia, she had endless wealth, a beloved husband, and smart and sensible children, she would cut off all ties with her past.
Christoya handed the belt back to Cynthia, then pointed to the long wedding dress and beautiful gown on the bed and said, "These are from your father. They're the best fabrics from Persia, then embroidered for you by the best weavers in the kingdom … "
Cynthia's eyes reddened when she saw this. She hugged Crystal tightly and said emotionally, "Mother, I … I …" There were thousands of words in her heart, but they were all stuck in her throat.
Krystoya gently stroked her face and said softly, "Silly girl, your father and I have always regarded you as our own daughter. These things can only express our feelings a little. We are reluctant to marry you off … Because of the marriage custom, adult men are not allowed to enter your bedroom at this time. Your father asked me to tell you something. He hopes that after you marry into the Patroclus family, you won't treat others arrogantly because of your status. Instead, you should try your best to be a good hostess, take care of the house, and be filial to your in-laws … "
Cynthia nodded vigorously with every word Christosya said. The two chatted for a while before Christosya left the room.
Cynthia wiped away her tears and stared at the wedding accessories on the bed in a daze.
At this time, the door opened a little, and a small head popped in. "Sister."
"Come in!" Cynthia quickly waved.
Eunice rushed in with Olivia.
"Sister, it's boring to stay in the room alone. We'll keep you company."
"Thank you, Eunice. You're so sensible!"
"Sister Cynthia, will we see you often after you get married?"
"Of course you can. As long as you don't oversleep in the future, I will come back to see you often, Olivia."
"Hmm … I won't sleep in anymore."
"Sister, don't forget about me. You have to come back and see me often!"
"As long as you don't bully your classmates anymore, I'll come back to see you."
"When did I bully a classmate?!"
"Sister Cynthia, what's this?!" The sharp-eyed Avriya saw the bra strap beside Cynthia's hand and asked curiously.
"This is …" Cynthia didn't know how to answer.
Eunice cried out, "I know! I know! This is the Aphrodite Bra Belt that can make people beautiful! Every time my mom and dad slept together, they would secretly take it with them. I asked my mother, and she said I'm still young and can only wear it when I grow up. "
"Then where is it worn?" Avriya was even more curious.
"How stupid!" Eunice looked like she knew everything. She patted her chest and said to her sister, Avriya, "Of course it's worn under my clothes to protect this place. Look at me, it's bulging. I have a little here too. You don't have it yet, but you'll have it when you grow up. Then you can use this bra strap … "
Hearing her two younger sisters talking about inappropriate topics, Cynthia was both amused and embarrassed. She quickly said, "Eunice, Avriya, I'm going to start wearing my wedding dress. Can the two of you help me dress up?"
"Okay!" the two of them shouted excitedly.
Just then, there was a light knock on the door.
"Who is it?!" Eunice rushed to shout.
The person outside the door probably didn't expect there to be someone else in the room. After a while, he carefully said, "It's me, Kroto."
"Ah!" Eunice suddenly shouted.
"Ah!" Avriya shouted after her sister.
"Brother, you can't come in! Mom said that men can't enter a wedding room! "
"That's for adult men." Cynthia knocked Eunice's head lightly, reprimanding her for making a fuss. She had nothing to hide from her brother, Kroto, who she had taken care of since he was young. She just stuffed the bra strap under the blanket and said, "Come in, Kroto."
Crotocatax walked into the room with an uneasy expression. Seeing Cynthia sitting on the red wedding bed and smiling at him, he had mixed feelings. He couldn't describe what he was feeling. He coughed twice, but his voice sounded dry. "Sister … tonight is your … wedding. Because I have to accompany Father to the palace to entertain the elders who are attending the wedding banquet … I can't join the wedding procession … This is my wedding … wedding gift for you …"
Crotocatax had just taken out the gift from under his armpit when Eunice snatched it. "Wow, what a beautiful helmet!" Eunice held it with both hands.
Indeed, it was a silver-white army-style helmet. Not only was it made more intricately, there were also many decorations added to it. It looked both beautiful and practical. Only the crown didn't have a tassel. It was obvious that it was intended for the future owner to do it themselves.
"This helmet is for Sister's husband, right? I heard from Father that he is an excellent warrior. "Eunice said as she passed the helmet to Cynthia.
"Thank you, Kroto!" Cynthia happily took the gift and reminded him, "I'm leaving. Take good care of Father and Mother! And … look after these little fellows! "
"Don't worry." Crotocatax forced a smile. Just as he replied, Eunice complained, "I'm almost grown up. I don't need anyone to look after me!"
Cynthia's smile didn't change. Her right hand lightly knocked on Eunice's head again.
Seeing Eunice deliberately cover her head and exaggerate the pain, Crotocatax revealed a rare smile, "I hope that Claus can protect you like this helmet protects him … forever!" Crotocatax said with difficulty.
These words made Cynthia's tears flow out of her eyes. Brides were always restless and sensitive before they got married. She suddenly stood up and walked towards Kroto, giving him a tight hug.
Crotocatax hesitated for a moment before hugging her gently as well. Listening to her crying, he finally said sincerely, "I wish you happiness, Cynthia!"
… …
The female slave came to Christoya's side and whispered a few words. Christoya heaved a sigh of relief.
After the female slave left, she said to Aegnis who was sitting opposite her, "Kroto took the helmet to Cynthia's room and left very quickly. The female slave said that he was calm and that nothing special happened … "
"Sister, I told you that nothing happened. Little Kroto is so sensible and has strong self-control. After some time, he'll be able to completely overcome the effects of this matter. Don't worry! " Aegnis comforted her. Although Crotocatax's birth mother was Christoya, Kroto had been closer to Aegnis since he was young. There were some things he was more willing to tell Aegnis, including his liking for Cynthia. Aegnis was the first to sense it, so she understood the child better.
Christoya sighed, "I hope so. Tell me, when Kroto comes of age, should I find a marriage for him as soon as possible? "
"Sister, with little Kroto's status, I'm afraid you can't make the decision," Aegnis reminded her. She had experienced it firsthand. Back then, she had been sent to Turií by her father without knowing anything. Fortunately, Artenis had protected her …
"You're right. I've been too worried." Christoya lightly slapped her forehead. Indeed, Clotho's marriage affected the stability and interests of the kingdom. Even the Senate would interfere.
"Sister, there's something I want you to help me with …" Aegnis muttered.
"Speak." Christoya was curious. Usually, Aegnis had no desires other than her children and the Devers. It was rare to see her so serious.
"I've been in charge of Hera's main temple for the past two years, and I feel that I'm not as energetic as before. Cynthia is married now. I want her to come to Hera's temple to help me and take over the position of high priestess … "
"Sister, it's like you said just now. You can't decide the position of high priestess of Hera's temple alone. You have to discuss it with our husbands first!" Christoya reminded her.
Aegnis stared blankly and immediately fell silent.
On the other hand, Christoya covered her face with her left hand and sighed faintly, "Yes, we're all old …"
… …
With her two younger sisters by her side, time passed quickly. Night had already fallen, and Cynthia ate two bowls of seafood oatmeal to fill her stomach.
Christoya came in and took the two little ones away.
With the help of the female slave, Cynthia put on her wedding dress. She began to feel nervous again, as she knew that the wedding procession was about to arrive.
Fortunately, many Diónia families had abandoned the civil marriage tradition of the Greek city-states. Before they married, young girls would see their future husbands in advance. Cynthia had been in love with Patroclus for many years, and did not need to worry about whether her husband was ugly or not.
At this moment, she faintly heard the clamor outside the building. Her personal slave ran in and said excitedly, "Young master, he's here! He's here! "
And so, Cynthia hurriedly covered her wedding dress. As she waited, she felt that time was very long.
Soon, she heard the door open, and a familiar voice sounded in her ear, "Cynthia, I'm here!"
She could not help but stand up and extend her hand.
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