prisoner of time

Fanayin couldn't remember what he owed for a while, but when he looked back, Befilus had found a comfortable position and fell asleep.

His eyes darkened for a moment, and in this position that Befiles felt comfortable, he carefully and gently hugged him into his arms, letting him nestle in his arms.

Befilus snorted with satisfaction and comfort in his sleep, and fell asleep holding the dark elf's arms.

Before going to sleep, I did not forget to say: "Remember to wake me up later, don't let me sleep for too long."

He still has a lot of things to deal with, and sleeping unscrupulously during the day has become a luxury.

However, the sky outside the window was already dark when Befilus woke up.

He opened his eyes and sat up annoyed, but he didn't see the dark elf.

He was annoyed that Fanain didn't wake him up in time, and let him waste the whole day sleeping, obviously he still had so many things to do.

"Vannain?" He raised his voice and called out to his dark elf in dissatisfaction, but the other party did not appear in time as usual.

Befilus made a slight nasal dissatisfaction.

He stepped on the thick wool carpet with bare feet, and his whole foot was sunk in the soft white wool.Without the meticulous service of the dark elves, he had no choice but to go to the closet he seldom set foot in, and casually take out a soft white cloak from it and put it on.

Befilus likes to buy clothes for Fanain, but he doesn't pay much attention to his own attire - it is also possible that Fanain has already prepared everything for him.The dark elves like to prepare light gold or white clothes for him. Most of them are soft and comfortable, with elegant and delicate designs. Befilus wears them very well and has never had any complaints.

He didn't expect that in his dark elf's heart, he would like to dress him up spotlessly. Every morning, he would personally dress him up in a noble and elegant way, and let him face the outside world as a noble prince in his own way.At night, I will strip off all the external decorations little by little, let him face himself without reservation, hold him in his arms, love him wantonly, and only enjoy him alone.

Because Befilus didn't like to wear shoes and socks, thick woolen carpets were spread everywhere in his range of action in the mansion, and walking barefoot on them hardly made a sound.In fact, this design is also a bit redundant. Unless there are outsiders or guests, Befilus is too lazy to go by himself most of the time, and he wants to be hugged by Vanain.

He walked downstairs quietly, and found that Fanain was coldly instructing a servant of the light elf: "Don't bring this kind of thing in. The things of the dead are unlucky. Don't let your highness see them."

The servant looked at the thing in his hand and seemed to be very embarrassed, but he didn't dare to disobey Fanain, and finally he obediently took the thing and prepared to leave.

Befilles was a little curious, so he deliberately went around to look, and found that the servant was holding a large bouquet of delicate and beautiful flowers.

He became interested, and didn't understand why his dark elf would reject a bunch of flowers so much, it was just flowers.So he raised his voice and said, "Wait a minute, show me."

The servant of the light elf seemed to be relieved when he saw Befeleus appear, and he glanced at Vanain timidly, and handed over the bouquet in his hand—in this mansion, of course, everything is still managed by Befeleus. His Highness is in charge.

Fanain didn't say anything, just stood aside silently.

Befilus didn't pick up the flowers, but just twisted the cards on the flowers and looked at them.He didn't look carefully at the content on the card, but saw Hullidan's name at a glance.

It turned out that it was the flowers sent by Herridan, no wonder Fanaine reacted so strongly, and it was no wonder the servants did not dare to throw the flowers away without permission.After all, news of the engagement has already spread, and it is very likely that Hullidan will become another owner here.

Befilus inserted the card back, smiled, and waved his hand casually to the servant: "Do whatever you want, don't throw it in a conspicuous place."

The servant was a little astonished by the result, but obediently took the order and left.

Befilus didn't pursue what Fanain said just now. After all, Herridan is alive and well now, and Fanain deliberately said that just because he was still angry about what happened last night.

In fact, he no longer intends to marry Hullidan, and he was not the only one who had to do it. If Fanain hated her so much, then it would be fine for him to change his partner. It will be more difficult to explain on the family side, but it is not a big problem.

At this time, the dark elf took off his long coat and put it on Befiles, and said softly, "Why is Your Highness down? It's cold here, Your Highness should go up first."

Befiles don't like cold or cold, they only like warm things, and Vanain is probably the only exception.

Befilles nodded, tightened his long black coat, and let the dark elf hold him in his arms.His feet were already a little cold, Fan Nayin held his body with one hand, and covered his feet with the other hand, covering him gently.

Befilus moved his toes uneasily and pressed against Fanain's palm.

The dark elf's eyes darkened, he held Befeles' feet, and shouted helplessly and indulgently: "Your Highness...don't make trouble."

Befilus would not listen to him honestly. During the short time he went upstairs, he touched and licked Vanain's ears for a while, and studied his dark elf's slender neck for a while. Will let out a low laugh of self-satisfaction and pleasure.

Fanayin has nothing to do with him, he can only let him do whatever he wants.

But after closing the door in the bedroom, Befiles completely changed his face. He pushed the dark elf's chest to let the other party put him down, and said, "Go and get my riding whip."

Fanain's eyes trembled, obviously he had guessed what he was going to do, but he still obediently and silently took back Befilus' black whip.

Befilus flicked his whip twice in the air, looked at Fanain, his pale golden eyes flashed, and said softly, "Kneel down."

The dark elf didn't hesitate, and knelt down at his master's feet obediently.

"Take off your shirt," Befilus ordered.

Vanna closed his dark red eyes, and did as he said.

"Why didn't you wake me up in the afternoon?" Befilus stretched out his free hand and stroked the dark elf's face lightly, asking softly.

"Your Highness, you have been too tired recently, I want you to rest for a while." The Dark Elf replied with his head bowed.

With a "snap", the black whip was raised and landed on the dark elf's strong and graceful back.Befilus didn't use much strength, but the place where he had been whipped quickly swelled up.

Although Befilus has always been lazy in private, as the future heir of the Elf King, Befilus has to receive education in many aspects since he was a child, not only to be proficient in government affairs, but also to exercise military skills, cultural accomplishment and personal physical fitness. Can not be missing.He always presents an elegant and noble image. In fact, if he fights alone, the guards around him may not be his opponents.

It is the most common thing for the light elves to punish their slaves in various ways, but Befilus rarely punishes Vanain. On the one hand, Vanain has done a good job in all aspects; with him.Even if Fanain said that to him last night, he just drove the dark elf out of the bedroom and planned to expose the matter.

But today, Fanna did not wake him up because he didn't follow orders, and also handled the flowers sent by Hullidan behind his back, which made Befilus reflect on whether he spoiled him too much.

Not waking him up or disposing of Hullidan's flowers is a small matter, his anger is about presumptuousness and self-assertion, his grandfather and father have taught him that since he was a child, whether he is a vassal or a slave, no matter how big or small , He does not allow others to make decisions on his behalf.

Befilus looked at the welt marks on Vanain's body, and then shifted his gaze to the dark elf's face, and found that his dark elf really had another painful but patient expression.He paused, and withdrew his hand.

It was originally planned to punish him with two lashes, but at this moment he told himself in his heart, forget it, one lash is enough, and the effect of punishment can be achieved.

Fanaine has been favored by him for the past ten years and has not suffered much, and the number of times Befilus has whipped is even more rare.So Befilus guessed that this whip was enough to hurt his dark elves.

Fanna would not complain or beg for mercy every time he was punished, so he silently gritted his teeth and endured it.

On the contrary, Befilus felt sorry for him even more, stepped on the wool carpet and paced silently around behind him, knelt down, then bent down and gently kissed the swollen place on the dark elf's back after being whipped.

The moment his soft and moist lips touched the wound, Fanayin could not restrain himself from raising his head, his whole body trembling.