A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

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Although it was still afternoon, the sun was just empty, but Wangcheng has been getting colder recently, so it is still a bit cold when it is immersed in the pool water and blown by the wind.

The body is a bit cold, but the other hand is hot.

The big brown hand held his hand tightly, forcibly pressing his hand on his chest.

The finger touched the wet clothes, which should be cool, but the high temperature of Heimus' chest seemed to pass through the wet clothes to his fingertips, and it was very hot.

He pressed Huimus's chest, only to feel that it was like a volcano about to erupt, and he was beating up and down, and the invisible magma was hot enough to almost burn his fingers.

That kind of heat came from the blood of the fingertips along the hands and along the arms, as if it was stained in his body.

He even felt his heart beating at once, as if connected to the sound of Heimus' heartbeat with his right hand.

This unprecedented feeling made Gallan at a loss, but also struggled in a panic, trying to retract his hand.

But as soon as he moved, Huimus's fingers snapped tightly, and he squeezed his hand hard, and he refused to let go.

Garland dragged his hand a few more times in a panic.

Soon, his hand stopped.

As he struggled, he felt a slight tingling sensation caused by the rubbing of Heimus's rough palm.

Garland's hands are well maintained, his fingers are slender, fair, and his skin glows.

Although there is also a little thin cocoon practiced with a sword, every night, there will be a maid who will carefully maintain the skin on his hands and feet.

This is true of most nobles, as is Huimus, as can be seen from the brown, shiny skin on his wet arms.

However, at the moment, the palm of his hand was rough, and only those old slaves who had worked hard for nearly sixty to seventy years would have such a rough palm.

...

This pair of palms, full of scars and even palmprints, was what Heimus had left to rescue him from the flames.

This injury was for him.

Garland suddenly felt a little soft-hearted.

He is not a person who does not know what to do. For all these years, Heimus has been kind to him, and he remembers all the things he did for him.

When he was a child, he really had a fear of Himmos. Even if he later knew the truth of the distorted character of Himmos, he was also very innocent, but as long as he remembered the past generations, he pressed Can't help but fear his heart for Heimus.

But over the years, unconsciously, this fear has become less and less.

On the one hand, because he gradually started to grow himself, he had many companions who were with him. When a person begins to become strong himself, he no longer fears others.

On the other hand...Hyimos's meticulous care for him also virtually disappeared that fear.

So, it is enough.

The shadow of the previous generations, the shadow of the person in front of us, is almost gone.

"Hyimos, you are a very important person to me."

That was something he had never noticed.

I don't know when it started, Huimus has also become a very important person in his heart.

He will want to protect him, he will not want to hurt him, he will hope that Huimus will have a good life in the future, and he will be good all his life... just like Brother Camos, just like Kehuos.

Garland looked seriously at those golden-red eyes.

"I care about you as if you care about me."

He moved his hands, not struggling, it was very light. Only this time, he easily pulled his hand out of the palm of Huimus.

"We grew up together until now, and maybe in the future, we will continue to walk together like now."

The teenager leaned over.

For the first time, he took the initiative to hug Huimos.

He leaned on Huimus, his hands around his neck.

He closed his eyes and put his cheek against the wet black hair.

"I won't take a step forward, nor will I take a step back."

He held Huimos's shoulder, closed his eyes, and whispered in Huimos's ear.

"We will always be like now, and nothing will change."

Garlan clearly felt that his shoulders with arms around him suddenly tightened hard.

When he said this, it seemed that the person he was holding was frozen for a moment.

Heimos understood what he said.

Because I understood it, I had such a response.

[We will always be like this, there will be no change. 】

It can only stop here, like now.

We will not alienate, but it is impossible to go further.

He will no longer be afraid of him, and will make the shadows of previous generations disappear from the bottom of his heart.

They will always be intimate and will guard each other until the end.

...

However, Heimus's feelings, he will not accept.

Maybe there is a little bit of softness, maybe there is still some heartbeat, or maybe it has been touched by Huimus.

But he could not accept Huimus.

From various meanings, from all aspects.

Garlan stood up straight, and he opened his eyes and looked at the person in front of him.

Heimos hung his head slightly, his thin lips squeezed tightly, like a straight line.

His shoulders were tight and hard, and his muscles bulged. **The dark hair was put down and attached to his forehead, making the shadow of his eye sockets more intense.

Garran's hands were still resting on Huimus' shoulders.

He lowered his head and gently kissed Huimus's forehead.

Then he stood up.

The waterdrops were like broken beads that fell from the teenager who got up, dropped on the body of Huimus, or dropped in the pool water, splashing a circle of water marks.

Garland got up and left.

He walked fast, leaving traces of water on the stone road he walked on.

However, when he was about to leave the garden, he could not help but look back.

He saw Huimus still sitting quietly in the pool water, his eyes down, motionless, and wondering what he was thinking.

The black hair stuck to his cheek **.

It was like an abandoned black wolf, all his hair was wet, so he squatted in a puddle.

…………

………………

Nearly in the evening, the sun slanting on the horizon was still shining, while a little bit of starlight had appeared on the other side of the sky.

Although it was still early, the lights in the palace had been lit, illuminating the entire room.

Gallan was sitting in an olive wood chair, just after taking a bath, a fair amount of heat radiated from his fair skin, and his long wet hair spread out from behind him.

"You are not a child anymore, why did you fall into the pool so carelessly?"

The chief woman stood behind him, and whispered while wiping the prince's wet hair with a soft white towel.

Garlan's soaked appearance when she came back surprised her.

Later, Gallan said that he walked and talked to others, and one stepped into the pool without paying attention.

Tupiti was very skeptical, so she asked, she didn't think the little prince was such a careless person.

But Gallan sat in front of her, and just didn't talk.

She shook her head and dried her blonde hair wholeheartedly without asking more.

When she was almost dry, Galan, who was looking at her in front of her, suddenly asked her a question.

"Tapti."

He says,

"If you have someone you like, someone you like very much, but that person will not be with you, so I refused you several times, will you continue to like him?"

"will not."

Answer in one second.

"... So fast! Don't you think about it?"

"There is nothing to consider. Your Highness, I am a person with strong self-esteem. Even if I like a person no matter how many times, even if it is only rejected once, I will give up."

"Then... if you are also a person with strong self-esteem, similar to you, no, a person stronger than you, who has been refused several times and refuses to give up, would you think such a person is stupid?"

"Although it's not the same as mine, I won't laugh at him. Maybe it's because my love is not deep enough, so I can't do it like him... But, if the person you said really does, It must be that I really love each other so much that I can even give up my pride."

With a little ivory comb, gently combing the velvety blonde hair in his hand, Tapti replied softly.

"But emotional matters are unreasonable, and no one stipulates that if he likes you, you have to like him as well. This can only be said that Avtomir did not have mercy on this person and sent the bouquet of hyacinths to that person. In your hands."

auzw.com Gallan turned his head subconsciously, looking through the open floor-to-ceiling windows to the large hyacinths in the courtyard by the pool of water.

The clusters of lilac flowers were bathed in the fiery sunset, and the tiny petals swayed slightly in the wind.

Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, was born with countless beautiful flowers, and each flower has its own symbolic meaning.

Among them, hyacinth represents sad, fruitless love.

The Aaron Landis will always say that you are not wrong when comforting people who fall in love, but Aphrodite will send the bouquet of hyacinths to your hands.

…………

Late at night, Captain Tupiti had left, and Gallan was lying on the bed, unable to sleep tossing and turning.

He could not accept Huimus, so he made a conclusion.

There can be no further between him.

He once again rejected Huimus.

Heimos hung his head, as if the scene of sitting angrily and quietly in the pool water had been circling in his head, lingering.

Garlan got up and sat up, and walked out of the room with a coat.

He stood by the pool and looked at the huge hyacinths by the water.

The tiny lilac flowers are gathered into a cluster, slender and lovely, and emit a light fragrance.

He was thinking about Huimos, he knew that he cares about and values Huimos, and even likes it, but it is not love.

Tapti said that emotional matters are not justified and there is no right or wrong.

Therefore, he did not feel that he had done anything wrong.

But he... some distressed.

It was like a wild wolf dog raised by his own hands, wildly ferocious and fierce, but at the moment it looked like he was going to be abandoned, squatting in the corner with his ears pitifully.

It makes people unbearable to watch.

The night breeze was a bit cold, passing over the cheeks of the young boy looking at the hyacinth flowers.

Suddenly, there was a little movement from the surrounding wall, and keenly aware of the slight noise of Garland immediately woke up.

He increased his vigilance, turned his head to look around, and was ready to call in the guard standing outside.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a black figure flexibly leaping from the high fence.

The movement was extremely skilled, and at a glance I knew it was a veteran.

Garland: "........."

Anyway, he felt sentimental for a while.

Also, when can Heimus, who likes to turn over the walls of his palace at night, be corrected?

Before Galan had finished talking in his heart, Huimus, who had jumped down from the high wall, had already seen the young man standing among the hyacinth flowers and walked quickly.

His action was so fast that Galan hadn't reacted yet, and his wrist was grabbed by the passing Heymus.

Garland felt that she had a headache.

He thought he had already mentioned that, he had rejected Huimos so many times. Heimos was so proud that he should have given up on him.

He didn't break away from Heimus's hand, he just sighed and said, "Heymus, I think I made it clear this afternoon."

"Ok, I know."

"I said that no matter how long the past, the distance between us will not change."

"I remember that."

Huimus answered.

"I thought about it for a long time, and then got the answer."

He said, "You said you won't change, then you don't need to change. As you said, between you and me, you can't move forward in one step, but, Gallan, you also said that you Will not go forward, but will not take a step back."

"I said, but..."

What he meant was that he would not alienate Huimus, nor would he be separated from it.

"You didn't say that, let me go forward."

Garland was interrupted by Huimus in half.

"If you don't move, it's me."

He looked at the teenager in front of him with deep eyes and said, "I'll come to you."

"I will come to you no matter how long."

No matter how far away, no matter how long it took, he would walk to Garland, just like now, grab this person tightly.

He won't let go.

Because half of the words were interrupted, Garland opened his mouth slightly.

But he looked at Huimus, his brain messed up, and he was speechless for a while.

Heimus held his arms in both hands and looked down at him.

The golden-red pupils reflected his shadow, glowing as if glowing in the dark.

Staring at those eyes, he felt his heart rate started to be abnormal again.

He just wanted to say something, but he accidentally glanced at a light in the distance.

Startled in his heart, he reached out and grabbed Huimos' shoulder and slammed it down.

"Hurry up!"

He spoke quickly and whispered, pressing Huimus hard.

Fortunately, the large hyacinth flower cluster was very high, almost reaching the man's thigh. As soon as Heimus leaned down and knelt, his body could be hidden in the flower cluster.

"His Crown Prince?"

It was a night maid, she carried a lantern and saluted him while standing not far from the corner.

"It's so late, are you still not resting?"

"Um... I can't sleep a little, so I went out for a walk."

Garlan coughed uncomfortably.

"There's nothing wrong here, you can go and see other places."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Watching the maid bow back, Garland let out a long sigh of relief.

………Ok?

He suddenly felt something was wrong.

and many more.

Why should he be so scared?

Why should he hide Huimos in a guilty manner?

They didn’t do anything shameful—

………………

Goddess Aphrodite...

In the dark, the maid who left quickly was so excited that the hand holding the lantern was shaking slightly, and the light shook endlessly on her face.

She saw... saw...

Prince Garland, and, His Royal Highness.

they……

...

Ah, what a beautiful scene.

Dreamlike.

In the dark night, they stood among the flowers of hyacinths.

The tiny stars scattered on the two people surrounded by hyacinths...

It was a love affair hidden in darkness.

When the wind blew, the clusters of lilac bouquets swayed gently beside the two who were hugging each other quietly, as if sighing softly...

Hyacinths, sad love, sad love that cannot be realized.

The maid covered her chest.