Arthur lowered his gaze in front of her: "Your Majesty, this is not your fault, but because you are too young and too dazzling. Anyone who wants to seize control of public opinion will not miss any opportunity to bring you down."
He raised his head and gently consoled, "So... I hope you can allow me to pause this matter for now. At least, until your current political environment stabilizes, until the shadow of His Majesty William's death fades, and while Parliament is still redistributing power... do not hand them a knife."
Victoria seemed to be struggling to suppress the grievance and anger in her chest, she raised her head: "Then... Arthur, what if I insist on investigating?"
Her fingers were clenched so tightly they turned white; Victoria could tolerate attacks on her personally, but she found it really hard to ignore Arthur's act of taking the bullet for her.
Arthur looked at her, his eyes moved slightly.
Not out of being touched, but because of a headache.
