[Beauty and the Beast] Rose Castle

He rested his head on my shoulder, let out a low breath: "Little Rose, I'm a little tired."

Hearing this sentence, his nose suddenly became sore.For a long time, no matter how busy his official duties were, how heavy his responsibilities were, and how unfair fate was to him, he never said such a thing.He is a wise, honorable, decisive emperor, and an indomitable and invincible man. There are very few moments when this kind of spirit is exhausted.Now, he told me, he was a little tired.

I wanted to hug him tightly, but I was afraid of hurting the wound on his body, so I could only try to soften my voice: "It's all over, take a rest when you're tired, okay?"

I don't know if he heard me, but he leaned on my shoulder and didn't move. I didn't want to urge him, so I stood there quietly, waiting for him to adjust.He stayed on my shoulder for a long, long time, until the roaring wind and snow stopped, and a ray of golden sunlight broke through the dark gray clouds.

At the same time, a guard in iron armor ran over and said that he had found Ulysses' body.

I frowned, wanting him to come back later, but Lambert had straightened up, returned to normal, and walked towards the marble stairs without looking back: "Take me there."

"Lambert!" I couldn't help calling him worried.

He stood still, did not look back at me, but turned his head and told the armored guards next to him: "Escort the queen back."

As he spoke, he tore off his blood-stained black leather gloves and threw them into the hands of an armored guard.From the beginning to the end, he never looked back at me.I understand his heavy and complicated mood now, so I just stood there and watched his tall and straight back gradually fade away, blending into the endless snowy scenery of the Northland.

Although Lambert didn't say it explicitly, it can be seen that Ulysses' death hit him hard.For a period of time afterwards, he hardly spoke except for necessary moments.After all, they are blood-brothers who grew up as biological brothers. Even when the swords were on the verge of breaking out, he never gave up on reconciling with Ulysses... Maybe it was because he was only disappointed with Ulysses and had no hatred.

As for the curse of Ulysses, the Ministry of Witchcraft searched it urgently, but was unable to find a similar curse.The experienced witch doctor also checked Lambert's body, except for his own curse, there were no traces of other curses.In the end, the Ministry of Witches concluded that Ulysses had not cursed Lambert.

This conclusion makes Ulysses' death even more confusing.Sometimes, even I wonder what kind of feelings he has for Lambert... What is he hating and suffering in his life?

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However, whether the curse is true or not, Ulysses' purpose has been achieved.He wanted Lambert to be shrouded in the cloud of losing his loved ones for the rest of his life—even if the witch had asserted that Lambert was not cursed, but what if?

Ulysses, with his own death, turned the curse into a mystery.A mystery that will never find the answer.

It's like what he hated when he was alive.

On January 1702, 1, the body of Ulysses replaced the golden lion emblem and was buried in the royal cemetery.No funeral was held.

It was a morning covered with ice and snow, and the snowflakes were falling like fine salt, making people tremble with the cold.Holding a black umbrella and wearing a black overcoat, Lambert stood beside the tombstone, watching the guards shovel the soil, open the museum, and put in the frozen corpse with an indifferent expression.There is no eulogy, no silence, and the burial is over when the soil is poured.

These days, he has not shown any strange emotions, and because of this, I am even more worried about his condition.

"Lambert." I walked quickly to his side, trying to comfort him, but the weather was too cold, and I couldn't help shivering as soon as I called out his name, "Don't..."

Before he could say the rest, he suddenly pulled off the scarf, wrapped it around my empty neck, pulled off the leather gloves, held my hand, frowned and said, "Why don't you say it's so cold."

I shook my head: "It's not very cold."

He lowered his head and carefully put his leather gloves on my hands until my palms were completely warmed up, then whispered, "I'm sorry I didn't take good care of you during this time."

"Don't say that, you take good care of me." I raised my eyes, looked into his cool and beautiful blue-green eyes, and said seriously, "If you really want to say who didn't take good care of someone, it should be because I didn't take good care of you ... These days, I can only watch you so sad, but I can't help you share the pain. The one who should say I'm sorry is me."

He looked at me for a while, then suddenly grabbed the back of my head and kissed my lips fiercely.His lips were cold and soft, almost as warm as snowflakes, but his feelings were as hot and hot as ever.For some reason, I always feel that this is not a romantic kiss, but more like drawing strength from me. It seems that he is exhausted, and only by confirming my existence can he have the strength to continue to face the next thing.

In the afternoon of that day, Lambert ordered someone to bring the old king from the bottomless dungeon to my study.

"His Majesty."

Four armored guards pushed the old king, who was wrapped in black cloth all over, onto the thick dark red carpet in the study, and moved back with one hand on his chest!backed out.

Lambert raised his head from a pile of documents, glanced at the old king, but did not go over immediately, but said to me: "Little Rose, come here."

The old king was curled up quietly on the ground, but when he heard his voice, he immediately struggled desperately, with a hoarse and hateful growl coming from his throat.

I took a deep breath and walked to Lambert's side, trying not to listen to those bleak and terrifying roars: "What's wrong."

I flipped through the papers, and they were all documents that needed to be approved by the king: "Sign my name?"

"En." He agreed in a low voice, leaned over and kissed my forehead, walked towards the old king, knelt on one knee and said a few words.

I lowered my head and opened one of the documents to have a look. It was a document for the Ministry of Witchcraft to apply for funding.Bite the bullet and read a few lines, but didn't read a word, all the attention was on Lambert.However, the voice of their conversation was too low, and Lambert turned his back to me, so I couldn't hear what was being said.

I signed a few documents absent-mindedly, feeling like I was sitting on pins and needles.After a long while, I couldn't sit still anymore, and was about to walk over and listen to their conversation openly, but Lambert stood up, ordered the guards to come in, and sent the old king out.

On February 1702, 2 in the new calendar, the old king passed away.At the funeral, I found out that Lambert gave the old king two choices, one is to repent for everything he has done, and the other is to live in a dark castle like Lambert, waiting for the death of a strange woman. redemption.The old king chose the second.

Lambert sent him to a castle in a dependent country, set a ban on him not to leave at will, and then spread rumors in the nearby villages that a cold-blooded evil monster lived in the castle.

Hearing this, the chill suddenly spread from the soles of my feet to the top of my head, and I couldn't help shivering.Back then, Lambert lived in the rose-colored castle and never harmed the nearby villagers, but there were always rumors about him hurting others... Later, a giant python that resembled him even appeared, causing harm to the surroundings many times village.Is it a coincidence, or was it done on purpose?

Lambert told me long ago that his father seemed gentle and weak, but in fact he was tougher than anyone else.Perhaps, the old king is!It's that rational and cold-blooded person, otherwise how could he choose to make his own flesh and blood a pawn in order to concentrate the royal power?Obviously, in his eyes, power is more important than blood.In this way, everything can be explained.

Why was the queen captured by the forces of the enemy country? Is it because the defense of the palace is fake, or is someone deliberately making it fake?Why when the two armies confront each other, the final decision-making power is in the hands of Lambert, not in the hands of the old king?Why did Ulysses believe that Lambert was the real murderer of the queen...

The answer is already obvious.Seeing that Lambert's prestige is getting stronger day by day, the old king has a faint tendency to replace him. In order to keep the crown on his head, he allows the queen to be kidnapped.He thought that Lambert would save the queen at all costs, so that no matter what the price Lambert paid, the people would be very disappointed in him.However, what neither he nor Ulysses expected was that Lambert shot the queen without hesitation and chose to save the lives of three thousand soldiers.

In this era where captives are murdered at every turn and blood is shed, Lambert's choice is beyond everyone's expectations, and his image in the eyes of the public cannot help being more wise and great.

I dare not think about it.The more you think about it, the colder your hands and feet become.No wonder Lambert was able to forgive Ulysses and gave him the chance to turn back again and again, but he didn't let the old king go.

Power is so fascinating.Without power, society, the country, and even the small family will cease to exist.However, power is also so dangerous. Everyone who tries to monopolize power will eventually be swallowed up by power.

In February, the warm spring days are no longer far away.I saw tender green buds sprouting from the branches of an evergreen tree, a ray of prematurely awakened spring in a withered and gray landscape.

Sooner or later, winter will pass, and spring will come sooner or later.

If someone passed by at this time, I'm afraid they would be too scared to sit up. After all, he and I just attended the funeral of the old king.

He was startled, lowered his head, looked into my eyes, wiped the corners of my lips with his thumb and index finger, leaned over and kissed me, but he didn't go deep into my mouth, but covered me with his lips. lips, the voice is gentle and sticky, like a big boy who is distraught and infatuated: "What should I do without Little Rose."

I patted his arm and coaxed him softly: "I will always be by your side."

"I won't let you go either."

As if under oath, he answered in a low voice.