A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The drizzle has just stopped, and the roads outside are still wet. Starlight falls on the wet bushes, and the water droplets dripping from the green leaves reflect a starlight.

The high-altitude attic is very quiet, so quiet that you can only hear the whistling sound of the night wind.

The young man who was sitting on the stone table with his chin held high just now, his eyes wide open now, was stunned.

However, whether it was the proud and arrogant look just now or the confused look now, they were both adorable in someone's eyes.

Heimos knelt on one knee at Garlan's feet.

He raised his head and looked at the young man who was looking down at him.

It should have been a humiliating gesture, but the slightly raised thin lips revealed a bit of indulgence, and the incomparable softness in the eyes staring at the other person made the young man with black hair seem to blend into the night to lean over. The scene of kneeling at the feet of the beautiful blond boy looked extremely beautiful.

——It’s just that the confused expression on the young man’s face completely ruined this beautiful scene at this moment.

Sluggish for a second.

Garlan, who had been sitting leisurely on the stone table just now, swaying one foot and impatiently chasing Heimos away, suddenly jumped up.

Jumping off the table, he reached out and grabbed Heimos.

"What are you doing, if someone sees this -"

Garlan stretched out his hand to pull up the guy who suddenly knelt down and said incomprehensible words, but the next second, the hand he stretched out was caught by the other person.

The brown hand held his hand. Perhaps because of his height and frame, Heimos's hand was much larger than his.

When holding it, it can almost wrap his entire hand in it.

But at the next moment, Heimos suddenly relaxed, and his hand slipped halfway, turning into a hand holding his front half, and the fingers with clear joints just held his fingers.

Gallan didn't react at all, and his hand was raised.

Heimos lowered his head.

Thin jet-black hair was scattered in the corners of his sharp eyes, and his slender eyelashes hung down, covering his eye sockets with shadows.

His lips gently touched the boy's white fingers.

What fell on his fingers was obviously the touch of the man's cool yet pliable lips, but to Garlan it was like a hot iron——

He looked as if he had been struck by lightning as he pulled his hand out of Heymos's fingers.

His originally fair face suddenly turned red, and even his neck was faintly burning red.

He took a step back suddenly and hit the stone table behind him hard, almost falling over.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, pushed his hands back, pressed them on the stone table, and then stood firm.

It stands to reason that since he was a child, as a prince, he has been kissed on the hand a lot of times.

But for some reason, this time, Heymos did it, which gave him an extremely awkward feeling, which made his face burn badly for a while.

Garlan stood with his hands on the table, his mouth open, staring at Heimos who was still kneeling on one knee in front of him.

"you you you you--"

The shock was so great that his mind went blank for a moment, and he couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.

Compared to the young man with an expression that looked like he had been struck by lightning, the kneeling Heimos looked unusually calm and calm.

He raised his eyebrows at Garlan.

"Kiss your hands, and from now on, I am yours."

Heimos said firmly.

Garlan was stunned by Heimos's almost rogue words.

What he met now must be a fake Heimos!

Garlan thought blankly.

The Heimos he knew couldn't be such a rogue——

He stayed here while the other party got up.

Heimos came closer, his golden-red eyes narrowed slightly, and Garlan felt in a trance that this man's eyes at this moment were very similar to his eyes that shone slightly when he saw the dessert.

"Then, my master..."

The deep, yet indescribably alluring voice was so close that it almost burned his ears.

"Wait, wait - wait for me! You -"

Seeing the opponent approaching, but being blocked by the stone table and unable to retreat, Garlan raised his hand in panic and put it on Heimos's shoulder, wanting to say something.

However, as soon as he put his hand on the other person's shoulder, he was startled.

wet?

He felt that the clothes on his shoulders were a little wet when he pressed his fingers. When he looked up again, Heimos' dark hair was filled with cold moisture.

It's just that now in the dark night, it's not obvious that the black hair is slightly wet.

"you……"

"Your Highness!"

Suddenly a shout came from behind, startling Gallan.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a chubby man running towards him while jumping.

Because the boy was so fat, he looked more like he was rolling than running.

"Your Highness, Your Highness Garlan—I have finally found you!"

Seeing the bright blond hair from a distance in the dark night, Tal ran over happily.

"Everyone is looking for you."

he said, with a hint of pride.

He was the first to find His Highness, which shows that he and His Highness have a good connection.

Running to the attic, Tal was about to happily talk to His Highness when he suddenly saw the man standing opposite His Highness.

"H-Prince Hehemos?"

He was startled.

Why is Prince Heimos here too?

He was wondering when suddenly Heimos glanced at him.

The golden-red eyes were as sharp as sword blades, and a cold light flashed across them.

The little fat man suddenly trembled.

Oh my god, the look in Prince Heimos’s eyes is so scary——

Did he do something wrong?——

Heimos, who was about to pursue the victory, was suddenly interrupted and angrily stopped pressing towards Garlan.

Gallan, on the other hand, turned around quickly, walked half a circle around the stone table, and walked quickly to Tal as if he was surviving a disaster.

"Is the party over?"

"Yes." Tal did not dare to look at Heimos anymore and just lowered his head, "Because seeing that you are not here, His Majesty asked everyone to find you."

Tal's answer made Garlan relax. After the banquet was over, he could go back directly.

Then there was no need for him to rack his brains to find an excuse for the abnormality of his extremely red lips.

"I know, let's go."

After Garlan finished speaking, he and Tal walked down quickly.

However, when he walked down the stone steps, he looked back.

Under the starlight, in the attic, the man stood motionless.

He couldn't see the man's face clearly in the dark night, but even in the darkness, the golden-red eyes looking at him were unusually bright, like a cluster of burning crimson flames.

…………

Because the banquet was over, he escaped disaster. After one night, his slightly red and swollen lips returned to normal.

Garlan breathed a sigh of relief.

After having breakfast served by the maid, he went to the royal library.

When he was a child, he had to study in the academy with the noble children of the same age, but when he grew up, he began to be taught alone by Shermer.

Originally, Heimos was with him, but after Heimos went to the north more than four years ago, Shermer only had to teach him.

Naturally, only the royal family, high-ranking high priests and special persons are allowed to enter the teaching location. The Aaron Landis royal family has a long history of inheriting the library.

As soon as he stepped into the side hall of the library hall dedicated to teaching, Garlan was startled.

That half of the side hall was exposed to the blue sky. Besides Xie Muer, there was another familiar figure.

A young man with black hair stood in the side hall, his tall figure bathed in the morning sunshine.

Those handsome eyebrows looked at him and smiled slightly.

Garlan was speechless, he remembered.

It was because Heimos went to the north that he was taught alone. He was used to it, so he didn't think about it for a moment. Now that Heimos has returned to the royal city, he has to continue to be taught by Shermer.

This sudden encounter caught him off guard for a moment.

"you are late."

The robed priest of Shamash said to him seriously.

"Feel sorry."

Garlan apologizes.

Because of Heymos's incomprehensible words and his aching lips, he lay awake for half the night, and finally fell asleep late at night.

So I got up late this morning.

Shermer nodded and motioned for him to sit over.

Garlan sat down in his seat and saw that a new table and chairs had been added next to it, and Heimos sat on it.

During the morning lecture, Garlan had been a little absent-minded.

Glancing at the people around him, he remembered that he had been tossing and turning for most of the night last night, and he felt a little unhappy for no reason.

But then I thought about it, this is fine.

Last night, he clearly wanted to kill Heimos' thoughts cleanly, but he was so frightened by Heimos' actions that he couldn't react for a moment.

At that time, Tal happened to come over again. Forced by Heimos, he subconsciously ran away with Tal, forgetting about rejecting Heimos.

no.

Procrastination is not his style.

Since it was impossible for him to respond to Heimos, he had to end it altogether.

Turning the snow-white quill in his hand, Garlan pursed his lips and made up his mind.

After Shermer's lecture was over, he made it clear to Heimos.

Whether Huymos likes a man or a woman, it is absolutely impossible for him to do so.

It is better to cut the knot with a sharp knife than to sever the strands.

With this thought in mind, Garlan tightened his grip on the quill in his hand and glanced at the person beside him from the corner of his eye.

Heimos sat quietly on his seat, with the parchment spread out on the table, one hand on the table, and the other hand holding a pen and writing on it.

Thin black hair fell down, half covering his eyes.

His thin lips were slightly open, slightly red, and he breathed out slowly.

Looks normal.

Garlan turned back.

…

Um?

It doesn't seem right.

The young man turned his head sharply again.

At this time, Shermer, who was explaining a map hanging on the wall, finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"Prince Garlan!"

He had long noticed that Garlan had been absent-minded in today's class, and he said angrily.

"Please concentrate!"

Shermer's tone was already very bad, but Garlan seemed not to hear it. He stood up and went directly to Heimos.

"you……"

Just as he said a word, his fingers touched Huymos' arm that was propped on the table.

So hot.

The young man was startled, and without caring about anything else, he reached out and touched the brown forehead covered by black hair.

...It's like burning!

He felt that Heimos looked a little strange today, and his breathing was faster than usual.

It turned out to be a high fever.

At this time, Xie Muer also realized that something was wrong and walked over quickly.

"what happened?"

"Ah, this..."

Before Garlan could answer, Heimos, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly raised his eyes and glanced at him.

His usually sharp eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, hazy.

Then, with a tilt of his head, his upper body fell directly into his arms.

Garlan subconsciously reached out to catch it: "!!!"

Is this guy faking it?

Just as he was thinking this, he felt that Heimos, who was lying in his arms with his eyes closed, was breathing more and more rapidly, and the skin his hand touched was also very hot, and he suddenly became a little anxious.

"Heimos seems to have a fever."

He said.

He suddenly remembered that last night, Heimos seemed to have been caught in the rain when he followed him, and his body was all wet.

Maybe that's why...

…………

Some people don't get sick easily, but when they get sick they get very frightened.

Huymos is probably this kind of person.

The morning class was temporarily canceled, and Shermer took Heimos back to his residence.

Used to carry.

Although he knew it was unkind, Gallan couldn't help but find it funny when he saw Shermer carrying Heimos, who was burned unconscious, on his shoulders.

He felt that he could use this scene to laugh at Heimos for ten years in the future.

Also, that guy was so burned that he could still pretend to be nonchalant so that no one else could tell. This is really...

Garlan complained to Tal privately.

"Huh? How did you tell, Your Highness? Is it just because you breathed a little faster?"

Tal asked curiously.

"…………"

Because for such a long time, Heimos didn't even look at him.

This is very abnormal.

You know, Heimos's eyes had always been on him before.

It is naturally impossible for Garlan to tell the above answer.

I casually said a few vague words to Tal and got over it.

After lunch, Garlan thought for a while and went to Heimos' residence, intending to visit him.

As soon as he stepped into the palace, the middle-aged female official in charge had already come out to greet him and saluted him.

From the mouth of the female official, I learned that after Heimos was sent back in the morning, the doctor came over. After checking, he left a few packets of medicine and asked the female official to make a decoction and let Prince Heimos take it as soon as possible. .

And Heimos had woken up not long ago.

However, the middle-aged female official could not see any relief on her face. Instead, she was very distressed.

Seeing the embarrassed and hesitant look on the female officer's face, Garlan took the initiative to ask.

"What's wrong?"

"His Royal Highness Garlan, Prince Heimos..."

The female official glanced around, then lowered her voice and spoke to Garlan.

"He refuses to drink the soup."

Garlan: "..."

By the way, I almost forgot.

Heimos likes sweet things and hates bitter things.

Garlan was speechless.

But I didn't expect that he would not even drink the medicine to treat his illness.

"The soup was brought in, but Lord Heimos refused to drink it. Your Highness, please help me persuade him."

Looking at the embarrassed female officer, Garlan nodded helplessly.

After all, Heymos' fever really had something to do with him.

When Garlan stepped into Heimos' bedroom, he saw Heimos lying sideways on the bed.

The dark hair was scattered on the snow-white pillow, and the man was lying quietly, his brown cheeks now a little abnormally red.

The sharp eyes, which are usually frightening to look at, are closed and look peaceful.

Sweat was still dripping from his forehead, and a few strands of black hair were stuck to his forehead.

The thin lips were pursed tightly, revealing a little uncomfortable emotion.

A bowl of steaming soup was placed on the table beside the bed.

Heimos just closed his eyes to rest his mind and did not fall asleep. When Garlan approached, he opened his eyes.

The slender eyelashes were only slightly raised, but were not fully opened. They were half-opened, making the eyes appear much longer.

He looked at Garlan without moving his eyes, revealing an indescribable emotion.

The terrifying man who was so powerful on the battlefield that everyone called him the Black Knight. The young man who was usually as sharp as a sharp blade was lying quietly on the bed at this moment, looking at him longingly, giving people the impression of a child. Such a cute feeling.

Looking at Heymos' unusually red cheeks due to fever and his rare wilting appearance, Gallan suddenly felt a little mixed and a little soft-hearted.

"Drank the medicine?"

he said softly.

He pursed his slightly chapped lips, glanced at the bowl of soup with disgust, frowned and said a word.

"bitter."

"..."

Are you a child who finds the medicine bitter?

Do you want others to coax you to eat?

"I'm fine."

Heimos stood up, leaned on the head of the bed, looked at Garlan who was standing beside the bed and said.

"Even if you don't take medicine, just sleep and you'll be fine."

He said this, but his voice seemed a little hoarse, and thin beads of sweat seeped out from his forehead, sticking a few strands of dark hair to his skin.

Garlan didn't think much, but subconsciously bent down and reached out to touch Heimos' forehead.

It was still very hot, not much different from the morning.

He was thinking this, but he didn't notice that under the hand he was touching the other person's forehead, Heimos's eyes were looking at him deeply, showing a bit of sharpness.

But the sharpness instantly subsided when Garlan looked over, making it no longer visible.

"Drink the medicine."

The boy straightened up and began his coaxing mission resignedly.

"I'll get you some candied fruit."

"No, I don't want to eat it."

Gallan was a little surprised. Heimos usually liked to eat this kind of extremely sweet preserved fruit, but now he actually said he didn't want to eat it?

"Then...sweet cake?"

"don't want."

"Honey ice milk?"

"don't want."

"Then what do you want?...Forget it, I'll just bring them all and you can see for yourself."

Gallan had a headache. He turned around and wanted to leave, planning to go out and ask the female official to get all the sweets.

However, just as he turned his head, before his body could move, a hand suddenly stretched out.

Huymos caught his wrist.

The young man turned around subconsciously.

Heimos, who was leaning on the head of the bed just now, leaned forward and held his wrist tightly with his right hand, refusing to let go.

"Do not want any."

His usually sharp eyes were now half-open, looking towards Garlan.

The golden-red eyes were covered with a light layer of mist, no longer sharp, but a little more hazy.

Looking at the huge contrast with the usual appearance, people will unconsciously feel excited and soft-hearted.

Grabbing Garlan's wrist with one hand, Heimos raised his head and looked at Garlan.

The roughly carved lapis lazuli earrings on the earlobes of her cheeks, which were as handsome as the morning glow, reflected a ray of light.

The thin lips that were redder than usual moved.

The already deep voice was a little hoarse now, and even lowered a few degrees.

It's like grains of sand falling down, if there is any, but it penetrates into the bottom of my heart.

He said, "I want you."

The mist-covered flame-colored gemstone eyes looked at the young man, and the low voice made people's hearts tremble.

…………

Garlan looked down at Heimos.

Then, a force.

He withdrew the held hand.

The golden eyes narrowed slightly, and the young man bent his eyes and smiled brightly at Heimos.

He said: "No."

Heimos: "………………"

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