[Beauty and the Beast] Rose Castle

In order to prevent him from continuing to say some shocking words, I quickly stood up and sent away the puzzled Ophelia.After returning to the garden, seeing that he didn't walk around indiscriminately, but sat on the crystal chair in the glass greenhouse with his shoulders straight, he was relieved.

Who knows who taught him this sitting posture, with one hand resting on the armrest of the chair and hanging down naturally, and the knuckles of the other hand lightly touching his chin.If he did this posture after he was awake, he would look majestic and handsome. Now he... is just like a child imitating the actions of adults, because his eyes are so innocent and ignorant, without extra emotions and desires, as if he can only Saw me alone.

I wanted to ask him why he appeared, but after thinking about it for a while, I felt that there was nothing to ask.His origin, his character, even his thoughts, his behavior... I can figure it out clearly, but he was unable to speak before, but now he suddenly can express his thoughts fluently, which shocked me , I felt that he became strange and scary.

It may be that I was unintentionally acting a little distant. He looked at the black scales on the back of his hand, lowered his head like a small animal that had been doused by the rainstorm, and said in a low mood: "Little Rose... is it... no like me."

This feeling is too strange, like hurting a fierce and dangerous but extremely loyal snow wolf.I sighed softly and walked to his side: "I don't like you."

He glanced at me, quickly lowered his head, paused and said, "Closer...to me."

"what?"

He raised his head again, his eyes were still so pure, but his eyeballs began to glow scarlet: "I want you...to get close to me."

The feeling of chills all over the body reappeared, and I finally knew why I felt afraid of him.People are afraid of things that are too extreme.The way he looks at me is too pure. Only animals can show such pure eyes, because they are single-minded and only know how to satisfy their appetite and desire for survival.Compared with animals, the human body is much more complicated.It is true that Lambert loves me very much, but he seldom shows such a blunt gaze as the beast, as if I am a third kind of desire besides appetite and desire for survival.

I took a step back subconsciously: "Lambert..."

He stood up, suddenly much taller than me, and looked down at me from top to bottom: "Losing you... I am more painful than him...." He paused for a while, his eyes rolled, as if he was thinking about how to use words, "He Don't let me...have you, and I won't...let him have you."

Before I knew it, I had retreated to the edge of the glass greenhouse.He approached me step by step, squint!Squinting, staring at my lips, gradually revealing the look of the beast on the eve of hunting.In the past, he only needed to appease one, but now he had to appease two.I couldn't help being a little tired, and I quickly thought about how to change the subject.A few seconds later, I had an idea and held his hand: "Are you hungry?"

Sure enough, he retained part of the animal's habits in the veterinary form, and his attention was easily shifted like an animal.Hearing my words, he froze for a moment and nodded.

I kissed his lips and coaxed him softly: "Come and have dinner with me."

I don't know what he likes to eat, so I asked the kitchen to deliver some chicken, duck, fish and mutton.The dining table is rectangular. He was supposed to sit at the main seat, but he insisted on sitting next to me. He corrected it several times, but failed to correct it. He let him go despite the curious or surprised eyes of the maids.

Some worried that he would swallow the roast chicken like before. He did pick up the roast chicken with one hand and looked at it, as if he was estimating the size of the roast chicken. Seeing that I shook his head in disapproval, he frowned and put down the roast chicken , tore off a piece of chicken that was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, and chewed it brutally.

I couldn't help laughing.Dining with Lambert usually feels a little stressful, because no matter what he eats, he chews slowly, never makes the slightest sound, and the knife and fork will not touch the plate rudely.Although he doesn't mind the way I eat, but when dining with him, it is inevitable that I feel a little cramped.Now he is eating while looking at my face, with a sense of satisfaction that his position is upside down.

At this time, he suddenly put down the grilled chicken and glanced at me coldly.I thought it was my laughter that hurt his self-esteem, and I was about to apologize, but I heard him say in a cold voice: "I... don't like... you think about... others."

"what?"

He turned his head and stared at me motionlessly, his eyes were already a little dark because they were too red: "I... don't like... you think about... others."

I tried to reason with him: "But in my eyes, you are the same person..."

I don't know what this sentence reminded him of, his scarlet pupils suddenly shrunk into needles, overturned the chair, rushed over, and pressed me hard on the carpet.Despite being cushioned by the dense and soft carpet, my head was buzzing when he hit me, and I couldn't help but angrily said, "Lambert!"

He looked up, but saw his helpless eyes, his heart softened again, and he said softly, "You hurt me."

He lowered his head as if he had made a mistake, looked into my eyes for a long, long time, and pronounced one syllable with difficulty: "He doesn't have you, imagine... so good, I am his other side, know! Dao, all of him The unspoken...secret, dark **. Do you think...he became like this because of me?" He shook his head slowly as if to let me see clearly, " No...he is the one who controls the body...he can influence me, but I cannot influence him."

It's no wonder that when Lambert's desire to monopolize me became stronger, the animalized him would try his best to control his body to monopolize me.No wonder they are jealous and repulsed by each other because they share an idea...

Can't think of words to comfort him.I thought the breaking of the curse would be the end, but I didn't expect him to suffer the pain of separation... I pondered for a moment, and decided to use the method I used to calm him down. I propped up my upper body, cupped his cheek, and kissed him gently.He looked into my eyes, but his chaotic hot breathing gradually calmed down.

After dinner, he followed me like a clingy animal, wherever I went he would go.Because the emotion in his eyes is too single, full of wholehearted trust, once he is rejected, he will show a confused and pitiful expression, I really can't bear to reject him, so I had to let him stay.

When he acted like a baby in the past, his animalization was very serious. Either his head became a terrifying snake head, or his hands and feet were in the shape of a lizard. Now he has beautiful eyebrows and eyes, a straight nose like a jade stone, and a sharp and stern outline. As long as he doesn’t speak, he will There is a strong aura emanating from the inside out.I couldn't stand him acting like a baby with this look, my bones were limp, so I nodded bravely and helped him undo the buttons one by one.

As soon as I helped him take off his coat, I saw his eyeballs rolling around, showing an uncontrollable expression of complacency.It was immediately clear that he was acting just now, and wanted to push him away, but helped him change into a light-colored flannel nightgown.

"Okay, go to bed."

After finishing speaking, I kissed his side face, turned around and got into bed.Who knows, after 1 minute, he didn't follow in.My heart "pounded", and I grabbed the quilt tightly, thinking that I wouldn't be so unlucky... I changed back at this time.Covering half of my face with the quilt, I turned my head bit by bit, and I bumped into a pair of blue-green eyes as cold as sea water. ! He put one hand on my side, lifted my chin with his fingers, and said without any strange emotion, "How should I punish Little Rose?" "

……

That night, I felt Lambert's rage.Although he had already prepared, he still had the illusion that his blood was boiling and his sweat had been boiled dry.He clasped my wrists and held them above my head, preventing me from moving.My vision was undulating like waves, and I saw the anger and jealousy in his eyes were frighteningly thick: "Say you love me."

I almost trembled like a fever, sobbing softly: "...I love you."

Hearing his words, my cheeks were bloodshot with shame, wishing I could faint on the spot.After a while, I couldn't take it anymore, so I whispered: "I, I... only love you."

……

It wasn't until dawn that he let me go, fetched a basin of hot water himself, and wiped my body meticulously with a hot towel.I was so exhausted that I couldn't even lift my fingers, but I felt extremely full in my heart.I don't know if it's because his love is too hot, or because he got him intimately.I only have one wish now... that is, I hope that he will not fall into pain again because of another self.

Drowsy, I heard his deep and cold voice: "I know 'it' is a part of me, but every time I see you being gentle with 'it', I still can't help being jealous and angry."

"I love you too."

"I hope you are happy, joyful, and never bothered by the past."

He brushed away the messy hair on my forehead and replied in a low voice: "Okay."

"I will love you forever, don't think too much..."

He paused for a long time, kissed my forehead, and said softly: "Good night, Little Rose."

At noon the next day, I was woken up by the maid, washed and dressed, and changed into the queen's dress, a pure white long skirt with no bustle and a fully stretched peacock tail, dragging on the ground.They put on layer after layer of pearl necklaces for me, all my hair was coiled high on the top of my head, and a gold olive leaf crown was inserted, and a drop-shaped ruby ​​hung down on my forehead.

The conferring ceremony was held in the square of the cathedral.Under the high platform, the crowd crowded together like black ants.Lambert wears it!Wearing a white dress, the neckline, cuffs and belt are embroidered with expensive gold thread, and the epaulettes on both sides hang like tassels like golden ears of wheat.

The crowd erupted into cheers, large swathes of white pigeons took off, and rose petals fell like a drizzle.If the picture freezes here, it must be the perfect ending of the fairy tale, but unfortunately not.

"Whoosh-"

Suddenly an arrow shot at me.

"Ulysses." After Lambert saw the mark on the end of the arrow, he spoke in an extremely cold voice, echoing in the grand square, "I remember that you committed treason and were expelled from the North Kingdom. Never come back with permission, not even your descendants."

The crowd was in an uproar.I looked around, but I didn't see Ulysses, but I could hear his mocking voice: "Don't worry, brother, I'm not interested in your throne. I just want to remind the person next to you - you know how he is Dealing with me, my father, and the witch? If you know, I don’t believe you have the courage to like this kind of person. I also want to remind your people that your king is hypocritical, cold-blooded, hypocritical...his true face is cruel It's outrageous, don't you feel fear and panic under the rule of this kind of person? Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to sleep at night..."

Lambert hooked his fingers without looking back.The guard behind him searched for a long time, and handed over a crossbow lingering with magical light.He took it, inserted the arrow in his hand, squinted his eyes and aimed at a certain place in the square.

"Whoosh-"

The whole square was silent.The queen sealing ceremony ended in a tense atmosphere.Walking down the high platform, guards in armored patrolling can be seen everywhere, Lambert is really moved to kill.Why?Even before Ulysses indirectly caused him to turn into a beast, he was never so angry... Is it because of me?And what did Ulysses mean by those words?

My mind was buzzing and my thoughts were confused.I found Ophelia, pulled her aside, and whispered the question I couldn't ask last time.

"What about the old king and Ulysses?"