Holder Manor Secret

"Only forgiveness heals all pain. We can be together, get out of here, go anywhere, and I won't be afraid anymore... Nothing scares me more than losing you."

Edward held Vincent's face, and he kissed him over and over again, begging him, "Forgive me...please...you can do anything to me..."

"I was bewitched by the god of love, and I can only become your prisoner... I belong to you... Please forgive me, give me pardon, give me tenderness, love me...PLEASE...continue to love me...I I will never disobey you..."

This is the sweetest love story in the world.Vincent was almost shaken.But the war has worn away his flesh and blood, and his heart is as hard as ice.

"I won't forgive you."

He left from that infinitely nostalgic embrace, "You will atone for this all your life..."

Vincent looked at Edward's froze face, his tears were still there, his hair seemed to glow in the moonlight, his mouth was so soft it deserved to be kissed a million times.

But he doesn't deserve a pardon.

Edward lost Vincent's temperature.He was irritated by this arrogant, pompous young man who was deprived of his right to happiness, his right to love.For a moment, he was dizzy and his heart beat faster, wishing he could knock Vincent to the ground.

They confronted each other like beasts, and no one was willing to retreat, as if there was a bottomless cliff behind them.

A burst of applause broke the stalemate between the two.

Vincent quickly pulled Edward behind him.He stared coldly at the person who came out of the shadows, the owner of the courtyard, the center of the party.

"It was a touching scene. If I had flowers at this moment, I would definitely dedicate them to the two of you."

"Lord Duke."

Vincent nodded slightly to him.

"Your Majesty."

The Duke of Suckling greeted with a smile.

"By the way, and my dear, Edward."

The Duke's malice was like a boa constrictor crawling on the ground. Edward hid behind Vincent, watching him silently.

"Long time no see, let me think about it, more than ten years, or 20 years?" The Duke of Suckling slowly approached them with a disgusting long voice. "I thought I'd never see you again."

"I also believe so."

Edward said indifferently.

"I heard that you were taken home. Why, did your father beat you?" The Duke of Suckling laughed, "I was really worried, but seeing you now, you seem to be doing well."

"I don't know after all these years, have you got rid of that bad habit?" the Duke said meaningfully.

Edward grabbed Vincent's clothes tightly. He leaned on the young man's broad back, trying to gain some warmth and support.

"Be careful, my lord duke."

Vincent said sternly.

The Duke of Suckling cast his eyes on him, and he carefully evaluated the young Englishman, evaluating his power, achievements, and his attitude towards Edward.

The royal families of Europe were always tacit about each other's secrecy.

"Of course, Your Excellency the General." The Duke of Suckling retreated.

"Maybe you want a more private place to talk to your companions. After all, it's too cold here."

This duke who is good at playing with people's hearts and power has spent a long career in the absurd court of France, has seen countless secrets, and heard many whispers.The monotonous and repetitive gatherings were like a bug-eaten robe, which had long failed to arouse the Duke's interest.Only the unexpected old man can remind him of the trembling of youth.So he couldn't wait to enjoy the terror of his former lover, to find lost glory in his wailing.

But just as easily he could bow his head and open the deepest chambers of the castle to a higher power.He keenly found that this was a good opportunity to establish a relationship with this lord known as the imperial eagle, and he was so excited about it that he had no time to pay attention to his lover many years ago.

What an ironic scene, Edward trembled with anger, "Never..."

"of course."

Vincent readily agreed.

Passing through the promenade carved with intricate patterns, and bypassing the winding and spreading stairs, the men walked quickly, as if they were chasing something, but also seemed to be driven by something.They avoid nobles, commoners and servants, and look for a hidden place of desire in this huge and crowded building.

Edward was carried forward by Vincent. "What are you crazy about?" Edward couldn't help struggling, and then Vincent grabbed his shoulder as if to crush him.

"……let me go!"

The Duke was leading the way not far ahead, so Edward had to lower his voice.But his resistance is not heard, his struggles are utterly futile.Young people who have experienced war are always very powerful, and he holds him down like a rabbit without claws.

"asshole……"

Edward's eyes were red with anger, but he was educated as a gentleman, and everyone taught him how to treat others well, so that he couldn't even think of a bad word.He was as delicate as a noble lady.thought Vincent.Delicate, noble, always sitting upright, just a little thing can scare them to tears or faint.

But men all like noble ladies.

They have soft limbs, delicate skin, and plump lips.Men respect them, men humiliate them.

Vincent felt a pain, his desire made him ache.

They finally reached the finish line.

This is the top of a tall tower.The continuous steps made Edward exhausted, and he was almost carried up by the young man.

The Duke left the key and smiled meaningfully.

"You can use everything here as you like."

Now, finally, no one will interrupt them.

The thickly carpeted room was adorned with long white feathers, and the air was filled with a rich aroma.Edward almost sank into the quilt, it was so soft that he had nowhere to exert force.

Vincent kissed him with cold lips.

"Well!!"

Edward resisted with difficulty, but he could only sink deeper and deeper.His clothes were roughly ripped open, and the buttons rolled off into the plush carpet without a sound and without a trace.

"do not do that!"

Edward leaned against Vincent's chest, "Don't do this... Please..." There is no end to the quarrel, no meaning to the sex, he will leave him again, and then start all over again.Like a never-ending dance party, everyone repeats the dance over and over again, forward and backward, and the cycle repeats.

"You must listen to me."

But Vincent couldn't stand him talking.

His mouth seemed to be smeared with honey, so that people could taste the dense sweetness just by getting close.Say dizzying love words, and I'll give it all up so easily; say you love me, and stab me deeper.

Love is your eternal weapon. You opened your lips and blew out the only candle in the darkness.From now on, you can trample on me, take me, and kill me.

Vincent kissed him harder.

Do not! Do not!

Edward tugged at the man leaning over him, he couldn't break free, couldn't stop.Everyone thought the other party was the perpetrator, and everyone thought they were the loser.

This is an absurd drama, both the process and the ending seem messy.

"...ha... please... don't be here..."

Not in the tower where the duke met his lover, not in the room where others slept, not in Paris where tragic memories still remain.

Why does my life always follow the same path?

Edward pleaded, his sobs so terribly that even the most hard-hearted man would stop his haste to show him a little kindness.

Vincent's chest heaved violently.

"Why can't it be here?"

"Because you ever slept peacefully in his arms?"

Edward's eyes widened in shock.Vincent looked at the water in his eyes, at his restlessness and cowardice.He knew he could handle the poor fellow, and he played with him like a cat with a bird with its tail clipped off.

"what do you know?"

Vincent let out a sneer.

"Don't worry, my dear beauty." He changed into a long and nostalgic tone, carelessly and recklessly. "The Duke's hobbies are no secret...how did you know him? You have been in the country for too many years...was it when you were studying in Paris more than ten years ago?"

He's as nasty as he was when they first quarreled.

Edward's face lost its color.

Not everyone has to face their past.Edward's parents tried their best to cover up everything and took him to live quietly in the remote countryside.He should never have seen this man again, never heard of it again.

But how cruel God was to him.

"I don't have to tell you." Edward turned his head and hid his face under the quilt.

Vincent's smile stopped on his face, like a bird shot by a shotgun on a branch in an instant.

"……What did you say?"

His voice came from the coldest blizzard.