before he was crowned king

The elegant violin sounded from the luxurious single-person dormitory, and there were exquisitely cooked and expensive dishes on the dining table. On the wall, there was an additional oil painting of a teenager facing the turbulent waves. The tone was gloomy and quite tense.

Sean sat at the table with his head slightly raised, as if he was appreciating the mysterious beauty contained in the painting.

Mars sat opposite him, gently shaking the thin champagne glass with the melody, his azure eyes watched the gradually disappearing foam on the wine, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a not-so-obvious arc.

"Is the boy in this oil painting you?" Sean asked suddenly.

"Why do you think so?"

"Because the boy in the portrait has silver hair," Sean replied, "Also, I don't think you will hang the portrait of His Royal Highness Fern by your dining table."

"Well, you guessed it right." Mars smiled, "This portrait was drawn for me by a court painter when I was 12 years old, standing on the reef by the sea of ​​Lysis."

"A very magnificent painting. When you were young, you looked brave and fearless, like a conqueror of the sea."

"It's all a disguise." Mars shrugged, "Actually, I was terrified at the beginning, worried that I would be swept into the sea by the waves, but there was no way. There were still many eyes staring at me from behind. Shameful coward, so I can only stand there."

"No one is born brave." Sean said softly, "It is fate that forces them to turn back."

"Indeed." Mars nodded, "we are all ordinary people after all. Just like when we were young, everyone fantasizes about what kind of person they can become, but when they grow up, they will find that things are not what they want. What are you? It's up to you, it's up to other people to judge."

"Sounds ironic."

"But this is the current order. If I am the son of a fisherman, I should set up a boat to fish. If I am the son of a merchant, I should buy and sell." Mars said, "In reality, I am the Queen's Son, I must be crowned king."

"You will get what you want," Sheehan said. "The success of the State Council has laid the foundation for you."

"What do you know?" Mars was a little surprised.

"I don't know exactly what happened," Sheen said with a smile, "but apparently you're ready to toast."

"Really——you guessed it right again." Mars sighed, "Xion, you are really not suitable to be the object of sharing joy."

"So something good happened?"

"Watched a dog-eat-dog farce. Grand Duke Henry accused Fern at the meeting, and the Queen was furious and severely punished the two." Mars took a sip of champagne, "Although the whole thing happened very strangely, but this It couldn't have turned out better. Arguably, the best birthday surprise I've had today."

Sean was a little surprised: "Isn't your birthday the third Saturday in November?"

"That's just the royal family's public announcement, because unfortunately the last heir was also born in October." Mars said lightly, "Privately, I prefer to have a real birthday, otherwise the celebration would be meaningless."

"Happy birthday to you, Your Highness." Sean raised the glass in front of him.

"Thank you for your blessing, Sean." The two clinked glasses in the air, and Mars raised his eyebrows slightly, "What gift are you going to give me?"

Sean was taken aback for a moment, completely unaware that Mars would take the initiative to ask for a gift.After all, according to the court etiquette that distinguishes between superior and inferior, his humble status is not even qualified to present a gift to the prince.

"Sorry, Your Highness, I'm not ready yet." Sean asked tentatively, "Or, do you have anything you want?"

"Do you want something? Normally, I wouldn't answer this kind of question." Mars said.

"Because members of the royal family can't reveal their preferences?" Sean reacted, "Sorry, Your Highness, it was my negligence."

"It's just part of the reason. More importantly, I always like to get what I want." Mars propped his chin and stared at the young man opposite him, "Then...make a perfume for me, a unique one, May I?"

"Of course, everything is as you wish." Sean stood up and bowed slightly, "Are you ready to eat now?"

"You don't need to serve today, sit down and eat with me." Mars said, "These things can be handed over to other servants."

"This is part of the servant's work, Your Highness." Sean walked to His Highness's side and picked up the other's tableware, "Please leave it to me to complete, if anyone can do these things, it means that I exist can be replaced."

"You have such worries?" Mars said disbelief on his face.

"It's a matter of course here, every servant will pay attention to the master's needs." Sean whispered jokingly, "Don't you feel the flattery in my words and deeds?"

Mars shook his head pretending to be blank: "I don't feel it, you may need to work harder and be more enthusiastic."

Sean smiled without saying a word, holding a knife to cut the beef into edible sizes.

"Can you play the piano?" Mars suddenly asked.

"No, why do you ask this?" Sean paused.

"Because I found your fingers are very beautiful." Mars looked at Sean's hand holding the knife, "It feels very suitable."

"If it is your order, I will try to learn."

"Ah, no need." Mars said helplessly, "I'm just expressing my liking."

Sean nodded. Although he thought he knew Mars well, sometimes he still couldn't keep up with the sudden turn of the other party's conversation.

"By the way, Your Highness, I can move out from here tonight. Thank you very much for your care during this time." Sean put down the tableware.

"Why did you move out?" Mars frowned.

"My body has recovered, and His Royal Highness Fern and Grand Duke Henry are also under control." Sean said softly, "I should go back too."

"I see." Mars was silent for a moment, "Indeed, you have no reason to continue living here."

The topic ended here, and the originally pleasant dining atmosphere became weird. Sean could feel that His Royal Highness's mood had changed, as if he had experienced the changes of spring and autumn in an instant. The smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared, and he looked worried. .

Sean knows what such a phenomenon represents. When a person's emotions are unconsciously affected by your words, it means that you have stepped into his heart, or to put it more simply, this is a sign of his love for you.

Sean knew everything, but he pretended not to.In fact, no matter from which aspect, His Royal Highness is impeccable towards him.But Sean is not a naive and romantic girl, he can satisfy all the fantasies of His Royal Highness, but he will not choose to take the initiative to do these things, let alone lose his mind and invest in so-called feelings.

"By the way, Mrs. Mary committed suicide. Although I don't think it deserves sympathy, but I want to come to Alex, do you know how he is?" Mars asked suddenly.

"No." Sean said softly, "I don't know about Alex's condition, I haven't seen him for many days."

After dinner, Sean packed up his things and returned to his dormitory. Within the stipulated schedule, he cleaned up, calculated and studied, and finally turned off the light source just before the supper bell rang.

Sean lay flat on the bed.

It started to rain outside, and the crackling drops hit the window sill.

He couldn't sleep as usual, because at the same time last night, he shot his stepmother, and the woman's sharp and vicious curses still echoed in his ears.

"Whether you kill me or Alex, the gods will never let you go."

"You will be condemned by heaven, and you will die a miserable death."

There is nothing terrible about cursing, let alone the powerless venting of a dead person. He just hasn't figured out Mrs. Mary's abnormal behavior in the nightclub.

What was she trying to do by imprisoning herself and Alex in a cage of flames?It doesn't look like taking Erics to death——

It seems to be attracting or waiting for someone to appear.

Although everything has been settled, it is like a blank puzzle missing, unable to form a complete truth.

The sound of stumbling footsteps came from the corridor outside the wall, and the door of the dormitory was knocked lightly twice.

Sean frowned, and looked at the bad weather outside, wondering who would look for him at this time.

"Please wait a moment." Sean got out of bed, holding the flintlock short|gun behind his back in his left hand, and unlocked the chain lock on the door with his right hand.

The door opened slowly, and he saw a man hiding in the shadows, with disheveled clothes and damp black hair sticking to his forehead.He stood there with his head down, his body tensed, like a bow being pulled apart by force.He was drenched|soaked, whether it was because of the cold or something else, he couldn't help shivering.

Sean was stunned. He had considered many hypotheses, and even if the omnipotent god in Madam Mary's mouth came, he could respond calmly and rationally.

The one who can come is Alex.

Sean had nothing to say, he didn't know the intention of Erics coming here, and suspected that the other party came to seek revenge from him after knowing the truth, and he was even ready to be pierced by the sharp blade in the next moment.

"Can I hug you?" Alex asked in a low voice, moving his body a little forward tentatively, "Just for a while, it won't be long."

"Hmm." After a moment of silence, Sean uttered a short syllable.

Erics raised his arms stiffly, suddenly seemed to remember something, and kept this posture frozen.

Sean threw the thing he was holding into the changed clothes, and took the initiative to open a hug.

"I'm sorry, I swear this is the last time." Erics hid his expression behind his back, hugged the person in front of him with all his strength, and shrugged his shoulders.

"It's okay." Shane patted him on the back.