[Beauty and the Beast] Rose Castle

Recalling how he burned the book because of jealousy, I swallowed my saliva, and even my sleepy mind cleared up a bit, and I quickly thought about how to change the subject: "Lambert..."

He put one hand on my side, looked down at me, and after a while, his eyes fell on my lips.I don't know if there is a reason why the "seven deadly sins" have not completely disappeared, but his eyes are as deep as the surface of a hazy sea.Inexplicably, I remembered the picture of him passing those maids in a dream... He was so noble in the past, so noble that everyone who faced him would feel some pressure.However, what is dramatic is that his nobility is endowed by the kingship, and his fate is also imposed by the kingship.Does everyone who receives the favor of fate have to repay it in some way?

Some distracted.I didn't even notice when he sat down next to me.I stepped back unnaturally and asked, "Lambert, are you listening to me?"

"I'm listening, you speak." His voice was similar to that in the dream, but different.His voice in the dream was low, steady, without any emotion.Perhaps because of the infinite magnification of desire, his tone and gaze now reveal an indescribable confusion, as if he will abandon calmness and rationality at any time and obey the instinct of the body.

Before he knew it, the fishy smell gradually became stronger, and his bandaged palm emitted black air again.This is a harbinger of loss of control.Backing away calmly, I said, "Can you tell me... about your past?"

"My past?" He finally regained his composure and glanced at me. "What does Rosa want to know?"

I actually have a lot of questions, such as, who is the witch who cast the curse, and whether he has caught it; did he really not notice anything strange before he drank Ulysses' glass of wine... For example, I confessed to him that day Why did he suddenly turn into a beast.

It's just that as the feelings for him deepened, the concerns also increased.At first, I was afraid that he would use my feelings to break the curse; then, the appearance of Ophelia made me understand the gap between us, even if we fell in love and the curse was broken, there would be no future; and then, I saw the past in the flower field , Knowing that he is not a rational and cold-blooded person, he raised a glimmer of hope for this relationship, but after impulsively confessing, he turned into a beast, and until now he has not told me what his feelings for me are.

I really want to ask him, did he hear the confession that day, how does he feel about me, whether he likes me or loves... If he likes me a little, why didn't he tell me?What is he thinking in his heart?

Is the ambiguity and closeness these days because of the "seven deadly sins" or the instinct magnified by the "seven deadly sins"?

My heart was in a mess, and questions came to my mouth one after another. However, the last thing I said was: "I know the reason why you turned into a beast."

"Ulysses said?" When talking about the culprit, his tone was quite calm, like a bystander who stayed out of the matter.

At first, I couldn't understand why he was so tolerant of Ulysses.Later, as he saw more of the past, he discovered that it was not so much tolerance as he knew rationally that it was not Ulysses' fault.When this man is normal, his mind is terribly sober, and even I can figure out the truth, he will not fail to understand.He and Ulysses are like the blade and the back of a knife.Although the blade is sharp, it is the result of long-term training. If there is no such training, the blade will become as dull as the back of the knife.

Although I only saw Ulysses a few times, he left a deep impression on me: arrogant, impulsive, simple.People who are extremely arrogant have more or less low self-esteem.Lambert failed to save the queen. Ulysses seemed to hate Lambert's ruthlessness, but in fact he might just hate his own incompetence... If he was better than Lambert, the man who commanded thousands of troops on the battlefield Man, it could be him.Then, the queen might survive.It's a pity that fate has already written the ending from the moment Lambert was forced to become the "Son of God".

Lambert is a victim of kingship.But, digging deeper, it seems like everyone has sacrifices.The king lost his wife, the queen lost his life, Ulysses lost his mother, and Lambert, as the future king, enjoyed all the honors, but sacrificed the most. He not only lost his family, but also lost his human characteristics. Can live in a castle far away from home, in a dark castle.

All this, as an outsider, I feel sorry for him just thinking about it.Lambert's expression was calm, making it impossible to even say words of comfort.After deliberating for a while, I shook my head and said, "I dreamed about it. I don't know why, but I dreamed about the expulsion of witches from the northern kingdom, the queen's funeral, and..." I looked at him, "Ulyssey That glass of wine that Stan handed you."

As the voice fell, the fishy smell inexplicably eased a lot, and the black air lingering on him receded like a tide, and his pupil color slowly returned to golden yellow.

Because he never said a word, I don't know what his attitude is, so I can only go on instinctively: "The day Ophelia came, I decided to give up liking you, because we are so unsuitable." Feeling his eyes move to me, I lowered my head, took a deep breath, and continued, "I'm not a lady, I don't know etiquette, and my background is even more mediocre. If it wasn't for the curse, we would never have met. I I can't think of anything worthy of your liking... But later, you turned into a beast and frightened her. It's ridiculous to say that I was a little bit despicably happy at the time, and found that I was not so useless, because as long as it is you, no matter what you are now , or you as a beast, I can accept it."

He didn't speak, and after a while, he still didn't speak.I was very uneasy, but I had already said this to such an extent that I couldn't give up halfway: "Actually, I've said it before, but I'm not sure if you heard it... Now, I'll say it again." No wonder some people like to lie, It feels very uncomfortable to confess my heart, my nasal cavity is sore, and my eyes are hot, "Lambert, I like you very much. My vision is not high, but I will try my best to understand your thoughts..."

Having said that, I finally dared to raise my head, wrapped my arms around his waist, and buried my face in his arms.His fingers were trembling, his heart almost jumped into his throat, and hot tears welled up in his eyes: "Lambert."

His heart was beating fast and hard, and every beat made his chest vibrate, but he didn't say a word for a long time.After an unknown amount of time, he finally replied, "Yes."

I closed my eyes, summoned up my courage and said, "If I can... I want to share the pain for you."

After saying this, the whole world became quiet, and even my body felt a little lighter.The never-ending wind and snow outside the window seemed to be still in the air.I sniffed, waiting for his answer.After a few minutes, his jaw was lifted by him.I thought he would kiss me like before, but he just looked at me coldly, his hand was extremely strong, there was no trace of emotion in his eyes, only the indifference of evaluating the value of the item.

After a long time, he let go of my chin, stood up, and turned his back to me: "Rosa, you've been away from home for so long, don't you want to go back and have a look?"

"What." I didn't expect him to say that, I looked up in astonishment.

He looked back at me, his breathing was a little short, but his eyes were more indifferent than seeing the maid in his dream: "You should go back."

"……What's the meaning?"

"What do you mean." He repeated in a low voice, and smiled playfully. I couldn't see his expression, but I could only hear his indifferent voice, "Can't you see it. You like me, but the curse has not been lifted, which means We are not in love."

Although he had thought about this possibility, his guess was completely different from his own admission.The heartbeat missed a beat, and the blood flow in the whole body slowed down, as if it had been frozen.I stared blankly at his back, opened my mouth several times, but couldn't utter a complete sentence: "Then you..."

As if waiting for my words, he quickly replied: "I don't like you."

The feeling of standing in the snow without an inch is nothing more than that.Seeing that he was about to leave the room, I hurriedly got out of bed, grabbed his arm, and asked for the first time: "Lambert, tell me, do you have any difficulties?"

The muscles in his arm tensed, but he still didn't look back: "Even if there is, it has nothing to do with you." He looked down at my hand, shook me off easily, and walked straight outside, "Leave the castle immediately. Don't let I say it a second time."

Soon, his figure disappeared from my eyes.I don't know how to describe the feeling in my heart. Although the room is extremely warm, I feel like I am in an ice cellar. I squat down slowly and put my arms around my shoulders, but I still feel cold.I had to curl up into a ball, with my knees pressed against my chest, to feel a little warmer.There are two voices in my head, one tells me that Lambert is telling the truth, he really doesn't like me; the other tells me that he must be hiding something... Is the condition to break the curse not as simple as falling in love?

In fact, there are many doubts.For example, if he doesn’t like me, why does he say so many misleading things? For example, if he doesn’t like me, why does he have such a strong desire to possess me after being hit by the "Seven Deadly Sins"... Also, Why is his instinct uncontrollably close to me?

It's just that if he doesn't tell me what the answer is, these doubts will always be doubts and will not become evidence that he likes me.

Fortunately, although he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe, he didn't cry so embarrassingly that his eyes were red and swollen.It may be because the subconscious still believes that he likes me.

No, no... Even if he doesn't like me, he can't curl up into a ball in such a humble and ugly way.I took a deep breath, held my breath, wiped my face with my sleeve, stood up, changed into the clothes I had when I came, and after my face was no longer so ugly, I opened the door and walked out.

Downstairs in the hall, the wall fire was burning vigorously.Lambert leaned back on the chair next to him, his eyes slightly closed to rest.His tall nose bridge held gold chain glasses, and the chain hung down to the corner of his jaw, slipping into the back of his neck with dense black scales.Everything seems to be back to the beginning, strangeness, suspicion, temptation, as if they have never been intimate with each other.

...Do you really want to leave?

He was obviously standing where he lay down two days ago, playing ball throwing games with him who turned into a beast... Wait, he can lie to me when he is awake, but not after turning into a beast.When night falls, if the animalized man doesn't reject me, it will prove that he is lying and driving me away is just trying to hide something.

I must find out what's going on.