A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

At noon, bright sunlight came in from the skylight and fell on the face of the teenager who had slept for a long time.

Suddenly, the eyelashes moved, and Gallan slowly opened his eyes.

The familiar bedroom scene reflected in his eyes, the tip of his nose faintly smelled of the smell of rich soup.

He didn't lie down, it seemed that someone had lifted him up in a deep sleep and leaned on the head of the bed.

He turned his head and looked out the window.

The sun was shining outside the window, and the large pool of lilac hyacinths swayed gently in the warm wind by the pool water in the courtyard.

The stone statue of the star goddess Isdar stands in the center of the courtyard, and the fountain falling from her falls in the air.

When Gallan looked at the beautiful scenery surrounded by the sun outside the window, the golden pottery bowl with the black potion passed to him.

Turning his head subconsciously, he saw the woman chief who had sent the medicine bowl to him stood by the bed and looked at him with slightly curved eyes.

"Tapti..."

Tapti had just lifted Galan up, and turned back to take the steaming potion.

As soon as she turned around, she saw Gallan looking out the window with her eyes open.

After a moment of shock, a light smile appeared on Tapti's face. Instead of calling him, she walked gently to the bed and handed the medicine bowl in front of the prince.

The chief lady looked at Gallan tenderly and said, "Prince, drink medicine."

Gallan yelled, took the medicine bowl, and drank the big bitter potion.

The potion was too bitter, so bitter that his tongue was tingling. He put down the bowl, and the beautiful face was wrinkled all over.

Tapti, who took the bowl, smiled, and put a small piece of sweet cheese cake into the wrinkled teenager's mouth as he reached out.

The rich scent of milk spreads in the mouth, sweet, and covers the bitterness of the mouth.

Garland sat on the bed and chewed the cake in his mouth obediently.

The sweet taste seemed to relax his entire body, bringing a warm feeling with the sun.

Suddenly, someone's face flashed through the memory.

"...Tapti."

"Yes?"

"Hyimos... he's been here all the time, isn't he?"

"Yes, prince, he has always been by your side." Tapti replied, "Just before you wake up, his subordinates came to see him, so he just went to the next room."

She asked, "I'm going to call you for him now?"

Garland shook his head.

"Tapti, just wait here."

When he finished, he got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom quickly.

In order to cover up the news that he fell ill, the maid and the servant were strictly ordered to stay outside the palace. They could not easily enter without permission, so the hall was empty and there were no other people.

Garland looked around, then walked straight to the only room on the left side of the hall that was closed.

Just when he walked to the door and reached out to push the door, a fierce voice came out.

"Are you really going to give up like this--"

Garran's hand was pressed against the door, but he stopped, pushing it without force.

He stood at the door, feeling a little overwhelmed and feeling a sense of being unable to retreat.

Unlike the huge door outside the palace, the doors inside the palace are mainly beautiful and light, most of which are hollow and carved with patterns, which have almost no obstruction to the sound.

So, at the moment when he was hesitating, the next conversations in it had already reached his ears.

"...I feel bad."

In the end, the familiar deep voice came from inside.

Garland paused with his hand on the door.

After a while, he withdrew his hand and turned away, as if he had never been here.

…………

Let Soga leave, and Huimos returned to the bedroom. As soon as he lifted the translucent gauze, he looked up at the golden pupil he saw in both directions.

The bright eyes are like golden gemstones placed in the sun.

It was at noon, when the sun was at its brightest, and the whole room was bright.

The teenager was sitting on the bed, his complexion was fair, and his long blond hair was scattered from his shoulders, refracting the sun, as if the teenager sitting at the moment was glowing with golden shimmer.

That scene, the unspeakable beauty.

Heimus raised his lips slightly inaudibly, and he stepped forward, stood by the bed, and leaned over.

He touched Garran's forehead and tried the temperature there.

"The fever is gone."

He said, sweeping the room once.

"What about Tapti?"

"...She kept me for two days, too hard, I let her go to rest."

Because he wanted to speak with Huimos alone, Galland deliberately removed Tapti.

Heimos let out a random voice without asking. He didn't really care about where the female chief was. The only reason he asked was that he didn't care about Garland.

He withdrew his hand and suddenly caught a crimson color on the corner of his eye.

He raised his hand and looked at Gallan again, then suddenly smiled.

Garland was still wondering what he suddenly laughed at, and Heimus had raised his crimson fingers to him.

"Look, you burned all the Samash runes on your forehead."

Because of the low fever, the temperature of Gallan's forehead was not low, and he was constantly permeating with sweat, which actually smudged the crimson pigments that were not easy to fade.

Huimus rubbed his eyebrows.

He said, "I don't know if I got it here."

Heimus said this, and Garran subconsciously looked at Heimus's forehead.

The dark forehead was pulled away by Heimus's own finger, revealing the blue war-god rune depicted on his forehead.

At that glance, Garland was embarrassed to find that the cyan rune was indeed stained with a touch of pale color.

The blurry crimson traces intersect with the cyan lines, which reminds Gallan of last night.

At that time, when he couldn't control the tears, Huimus kept touching each other's foreheads as if to transfer power.

His hand kept holding his cheek, as if supporting him silently.

The more you are cared for, the more vulnerable you are.

Perhaps it was because the hand caressing his head was too gentle, so that he could not stop his tears.

[Since then, you can only bow down to people-you who should have looked down on all beings can only kneel at the feet of that person, looking down at him humblely. 】

Suddenly this sentence rang in his ears again, causing Gallan's chest to tighten.

"Hymos."

"Ok?"

"You said, you want the throne."

"Yes, I said."

"..."

Garland was silent and didn't go on.

Heimus's attachment to the throne is very clear.

This powerful man has never been willing to surrender to others. The bottomless ambition and ** in his body made this man long for the throne.

Even if he had become the crown prince, Huimus never gave up the idea of ​​getting it.

This was originally an excellent opportunity.

Because of the presidency of the guardianship of the king's city, the entire force of the king's city was completely in the hands of Huimus.

Although he led the army to return, it will be difficult to take over the king city at one and a half times, and the king city is still in the hands of Huimus. Especially when he came back, he fell ill immediately and fell into a coma.

At that time, as long as Huimos directly disclosed his condition, and then imprisoned himself in the name of rehabilitation-for very good reasons, it would be difficult for them to resist.

At that time, for Huimos, the throne was at hand.

However, Huimos gave up this opportunity.

The best opportunity.

Perhaps the only chance.

And that reason...

Garland looked up and looked at Huimus's eyes.

Those golden-red eyes are like jewels burning in flames, beautiful, but extremely dangerous.

It seems that in the next second, it will be swallowed by the dangerous flames and burned to death.

But those dangerous eyes, when looking at him, always wrapped him gently.

[You gave up the throne for that person, but you may not be able to get that person in the future-wouldn’t you be reconciled? 】

"Hyimos, you treat me... I know."

Garland's fingers clenched the thin blanket slightly on his body, and he lowered his eyes for some reason, daring not to look at Huimus's eyes again.

"But, I still..."

He whispered,

"I still……"

The man gave up the throne at his hand for his sake.

It is impossible to say that he did not touch this point in his heart.

For so long, whether it is the fear and hatred of the previous life, or the relief of this life and the concern for its rising, he and Huimos have been entangled tightly.

His feelings for Heimus were really too much, too complicated, so that he could not understand.

So his choice is to stop.

He chose to stop at a safe distance.

However, relative to his halt, Huimus has always kept all the warm feelings in front of him without reservation.

He was infected by that passionate feeling, and occasionally, he seemed to feel a little moved.

But he knew it was just a little bit.

The complicated feeling of Huimos overwhelmed that little heart.

Up to now, there is a little more guilt.

"Sorry, I can't answer you."

Garland whispered.

"I don't know what will happen in the future. I don't know if I will have the same intentions as you in the future... I can't guarantee all this."

"So, I still can't..."

Heimos paid a lot for him, so much that he had an unbearable feeling.

Sometimes he couldn't help but think, maybe it's not bad to accept Huimus.

However, that thought just passed away.

He understood.

His reason for wanting to accept Huimos did have a point of interest, but more because of guilt, he wanted to make up for Huimos's efforts.

auzw.com He doesn’t want to do such stupid things.

If he really accepts Huimos for this reason, it is the cruelest act.

Garland shook his head and said softly that he lowered his head and couldn't see Huimus' expression at the moment.

But now he has a feeling of difficulty breathing.

"You heard my conversation with Soga?"

Huimus' voice came from above.

Garland paused, still not looking up, but hummed low.

"Really, you heard it, so you feel sorry because I gave up the throne for you, you feel guilty for me, don't you?"

"........."

The teenager pressed his lips together, his fingers clenched the blanket on his body, and said nothing.

"Gallan."

Heimos leaned deeply, his hands pressed against the edge of the bed.

He leaned forward, staring at Galland with his head down.

"Have you thought about..."

The corner of his lips suddenly lifted.

"You can hear the sound in the door, and the people in the door..."

He said that there was a little smile on his eyes.

"Don't forget, my hearing is far better than ordinary people, including you."

In a word, let Garland raise his head violently. He opened his eyes and looked at Huimus in amazement.

"You, you...know me, I..."

He was stupefied and began to stutter.

"Well, I know you are at the door, I heard your footsteps."

Huimus admitted simply.

He looked at the boy's dull look, leaned his face over, and leaned his lips to the ear with rough lapis lazuli earrings.

"...'I feel bad.'"

He said softly.

The low, hoarse voice, more and more confusing.

The inexplicably dangerous voice of the man was accompanied by the breath from his thin lips, as if it could penetrate into the deepest part of the eardrum and paralyze the brain for a moment.

Garland's whole person was suddenly stiff.

The next second, he almost reflexively covered his ears and flinched to the side.

"Don't talk in my ear!"

He covered his right ear and glared at the guy who deliberately approached his ear and talked in that tempting tone.

He gritted his teeth bitterly, and the fingers of his right hand tightly covered the hot, reddish ear tips that were smoked from the opponent's lips.

"You told me on purpose at that time?"

"It's actually not intentional."

Huimus shrugged his shoulders and replied unabashedly, "It's just nothing to hide."

Garland came or didn't come, and he answered Soga's words.

He looked at Gallan and said, "I just think that it is the truth, anyway, it is not necessary to avoid you deliberately when you say it, so that you will not hear it."

Heimus's words made Gallan startled. He thought about it hesitantly for a while, but he didn't know how to answer.

"If you pay, you have to hide from the other party, so that the other party doesn't know what you are paying... This kind of idiot that only touches you, do you think I will do it?"

"..."

Absolutely not.

"So, I confess to what I thought, let you know, what's wrong with this?"

"........."

Uh, it seems... indeed... nothing is wrong.

Garland always felt that his thoughts were just being ripped off by the plausible Heimus.

He shook his head to clear his mind.

He said, "However, Huimos, you..."

Garlan's words just started, and he was interrupted by the other's hand.

Heimos leaned over beside the bed, his eyes staring at Gallan. He reached over and stroked Gallan's cheek, his fingertips protruding into the golden hair behind his ear.

"Gallan, it was my choice to give up the throne."

He said that his expression was calm.

"Everyone is responsible for their own choice. Since I have made a choice, it is my own matter whether I can get what I want no matter what the future will be."

The golden-red eyes reflected Gallan's shadow deeply, he said.

"My decision does not require you to be responsible."

...

He has been thinking hard, and he has been struggling and wandering since the battle of Lomar Plain.

When the war ends, the next step must be to decide where the throne belongs.

Either he or Gallan.

If he is really cruel, he may not be able to grab the throne from Gallan.

He knew Gallan. Although Gallan was determined to sit on the throne now, if he had to fight for it, Alan Landis, who was unwilling to undergo tribulations, would abandon the throne again because Gallan was turbulent due to internal strife.

However, the throne is Gallan's commitment to the dead King Camos.

If the previous Galland did not care much about the throne, then after King Camos left, the throne in Galland's heart was already equivalent to the existence of King Camos.

If he takes the throne, Gallan will give up, but his feelings for him may be lost, and he will never be close again.

Garland might stay with him temporarily for Aaron Landis and assist him in governing the country. But when the kingdom is completely stabilized, he will definitely leave him.

Apart from the compulsory means, he had no way to keep Garran beside him.

But if it was really forced... from that moment on, he would completely lose Gallan.

forever.

Irreparable.

At this time, he suddenly remembered the dream again.

Under the dark night, the cold arrow shone through the back of the boy riding the horse.

The teenager fell from his horseback, his blond hair dipped into the mud, blood oozed out, and his body became a little cold...

Garland died in that night.

...

He longed for the supreme throne.

He wants to get it.

Although he admired Galland, he had never thought of giving up the throne for Galland.

Until the moment when he saw the cold body of the teenager in that extremely real dream--

It was like what he said to Soga, who was blocking him, when he returned to the royal city from the north without any choice.

[If he is gone... Everything in this world is meaningless to me. 】

[...Including Aaron Landis. 】

…………

"Hymos?"

Seeing Huimus staring at him for a while, he didn't speak, and Garland shouted at him in confusion.

Waking up from the memories, Huimus raised his eyes, and Gallan, who was sitting on the bed, looked at him with his eyes open.

The body of the teenager he touched at the moment was so soft and warm.

The golden pupil, bright and animated, clearly reflected his shadow.

It is more beautiful than all gems in the world.

Heimus's eyes bent slightly.

throne.

Garland.

From the beginning, these two are not equal.

The throne is his longing, what he wants to catch.

——But it is only a thing after all.

The boy who looked at him with his eyes wide open in front of him is his whole world.

"Ok."

Heimus yelled, responding to Garlan's cry.

"No need to worry or worry, we still have a long time."

He said that his eyes were gentle.

"The future is still very long. In the future, I will always be by your side. I will not force you to do anything. I will wait until the day you accept me."

Garland hesitated a little and whispered, "If I haven't been able to accept... No, if I can't accept you for a long time..."

"I will wait."

The teenager looked at him, his eyes a little confused.

"Even...waiting?"

Huimus smiled.

He leaned over and kissed the brow with blush runes.

He held Gallan's head in his hands, lowered his head, and buried his lips in soft blond hair.

He spoke, his voice almost murmured.

"‘My heart is beating because of you’..."

"...'My soul exists because of you'..."

These two sentences come from the legendary ballad that was born with Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, and spread to the land of Aaron Landis.

That was the ballad that Aphrodite wooed the beautiful boy who had taken away all her loving heart.

The goddess madly admired the beautiful young man, even willing to give her eternal life as a deity.

"I will wait."

Huimus said softly to the man in his arms,

"One year, ten years, one hundred years...even a thousand years does not matter..."

The cold eyebrows of men are more gentle than anything else at this moment.

"I will wait forever."

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