Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

"Your Highness, you are wrong."

Lance said suddenly, "Your thoughts are confused, you shouldn't jump to conclusions at this moment!"

Those light purple eyes became firm.

He raised his hand and grabbed Alan's arm, his expression brought back the tenderness of the past.

... No matter what, as long as he knows the crux, he will solve this problem!He will never allow His Highness whom he believes to sink like this!

He coaxed,

"I believe that His Majesty will not use you to gamble on the illusory possibility-the queen died in childbirth, and everyone knows it.

"If His Majesty really hated you, he wouldn't teach you so kindly! Besides, you are such a perfect crown prince!"

Allen couldn't help it.

He bit his voice in a crying voice, and asked, "But what if it's not an ordinary dystocia, but because I have enough talent to unconsciously absorb all the magic power in my mother's body?"

Panting, he asked,

"If that's the case, will His Majesty think that everything I've made him proud of...my talent, my stability...are all bought with my mother's life?"

Lance looked at him and said softly, "No."

He said affirmatively, "If you sink like this, you will really disappoint His Majesty."

He felt the arm in his hand stiffen, and gently pulled the arm away, looking at the pair of sea blue eyes filled with tears.

Lance said firmly, "You need to eat."

Allen looked at him, was helped up in a daze, and leaned against the head of the bed, watching him quickly bring warm pumpkin porridge.

He blinked slightly, and saw that Lance was holding the porridge bowl, and put a spoonful of it to his mouth.

The actions of the knight commander are still gentle and considerate.

But Allen was almost frightened by himself, because just now he was thinking——

He loathed such self-assertion.

An inexplicable vigilance rose in his heart, he lowered his eyebrows, and swallowed the gruel.

Lance asked softly, "Are you going back tomorrow? Or may I invite Your Majesty to come to the lakeside cabin and stay with you for two days?"

"No!"

Allen subconsciously refused, he raised his hand to push away the porridge bowl, and pulled the quilt over his face in resistance.

"Don't ask Your Majesty to come over."

Lance froze in place.

He soon realized that His Highness still believed in that absurd conclusion.

but……

How could it be the child's fault to die in childbirth?

Lance let out a breath and put down the porridge bowl.

He didn't try to pull Alan's quilt - he knew it was Alan's last sense of security - and said softly, "Your Highness, you are His Majesty's only child, no matter what mistakes you make, he will not blame you. "

"Besides, you are not wrong at all!"

There was a long silence.

Allen poked his head out from under the quilt, and lowered his eyebrows in frustration.

Those sea-blue eyes were not those of the Crown Prince.

Lance remembered how those eyes used to be, like the sun shining on the sea, bright and gentle.

But now, it's a barren place.

Allen smiled, his slender eyebrows fell on his pale face, and he was lost.

"Even if Your Majesty doesn't care about anything, how can I face Your Majesty? I didn't bring my mother back...I even killed someone."

Lance's expression softened.

He said softly, "Your Highness, before I met you, I also killed someone."

He saw those sea blue eyes looking towards him, and his voice was soothing like a spring breeze.

"130 eight."

He smiled and lowered his eyes.

From the very beginning, he was afraid that Alan would know his past, and that the glorious crown prince would hate dust and mud.

But if we can use the past in these muds to bring back that resolute Highness...

Lance Loren can cut his own heart.

At the risk of being rejected by His Highness, he can tear open the wound that had festered and festered and just healed.

...Even if it will be re-infected and suppurated, it will become a serious illness.

Those pale violet eyes lifted up, and he confessed frankly, "I have killed 130 or [-] people, some of them sealed their homes for self-protection, and some took the initiative to kill and eradicate future troubles.

"For whatever reason, I did kill them."

He asked, "Your Highness, will you dislike me?"

Allen frowned slightly, shaking his head incomprehension, "Of course not!"

Lance softened his brows and eyes, and slightly lowered his eyes and smiled.

He asked, "Then why do you think that His Majesty will despise you?"

Allen had nothing to say.

After a while, he smiled wryly, "Maybe I'm a coward too."