before he was crowned king

"When was the last time you took a shower?" Sean turned his head to the side, and he faintly smelled the smell of mud after the rain from his short black hair.

"Maybe... three days ago." The person hugging him replied hesitantly.

"Let go." Sean said, "I don't think you know you have a strange smell."

"Really?" The black-haired young man looked a little embarrassed, he quickly let go of his hand, and retreated to his seat.

"What you have to do now is go back and wash yourself, then go to bed and rest," Sheen said. "You have class tomorrow morning, don't you?"

"Indeed, I should go back." Alex looked at the time, "But, Sean, how do you know I have class in the morning?"

Sean froze for a moment, and was silent for a moment: "I remember everyone's schedule."

"Everyone's class schedule?" Alex looked a little dull, "There are at least a thousand students in our college, how can you remember everyone's class schedule?"

"You can leave." Sean withdrew his gaze, and suddenly felt that the voice in his ear was extremely noisy.

"Xion, are you embarrassed?" Alex touched his chin, as if he had discovered something strange, "Because I found out that I remembered the 'friend's' schedule."

"I'm going to rest," Sean said.

"Then you have a good rest, I won't bother you anymore." Erics stood up, walked to the door and stopped suddenly, "Xion, we are... still friends, right?"

After a while, there was a soft "hmm" sound from behind.

"I see." He twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and said softly, "Thank you...you are still willing to be my friend."

"His Royal Highness Mars..."

Alex closed the door, looked up and saw Mars.Mars was wearing an embroidered black silk shirt, his hair was well combed, and he was carrying a delicate red lacquered wooden box in his hand.He leaned against the wall in silence, as if he had been in this position for some time.

"Your Highness, I..." Alex's throat rolled, and the other party's warning from that day was still in his ears.Although he didn't think he had done anything wrong, he didn't expect the two people to meet so coincidentally.

He lowered his head, ready to bear the other party's anger in his heart.

Mars passed him by in silence, and went to the room he just came out of.

Alex turned his head to look at Mars's back. There was no dispute, and the other party seemed to acquiesce in his existence.

"Your Highness, why are you going back to school? Didn't you say you were going to receive the envoy from Dongyang?" Sean said.

"It's over. I'm not the future heir of the empire, so I'll leave the limelight to others." Mars shrugged his shoulders with an expression of indifference.

"And I brought you something. This is the food from Dongyang, called rice." Mars opened the wooden box, and took out small bowls the size of palms from inside, "They will use tea from Dongyang Brewed rice, served with some fish, the taste is very unique.”

Sean took the slender wooden spoon, staring at the white granular food in front of him in a daze.

"Why don't you eat it? Don't you like it?" Mars asked softly.

"No. It's just that I haven't seen it before." Sean lowered his head, scooped a spoonful of rice grains into his mouth, "very soft food, very delicious."

"When I saw it, I thought you would like it." Mars said with a smug voice.

"This kind of special meal should be specially prepared by the oriental envoys for the members of the royal family." Sean put down the wooden spoon and looked into Mars' eyes, "Am I eating your portion now?"

Mars froze for a moment: "Sometimes, can you not be so sharp?"

"It's not polite, Your Highness." Sean sighed and said, "This is food that can only be enjoyed by the royal family. I am not qualified to eat it. If someone sees it—"

"So what?" Mars imitated Sean and sighed, "They are all serious now."

"What are you referring to?" Sean frowned slightly.

"You are my lover." Mars said lazily, leaning back on the chair.

"Why did this happen?" Sean was stunned. He felt that he might have missed something when he was drowsy.

Mars propped his chin, recalling that thunderstorm afternoon.He also didn't expect that after receiving the news from Lambert, he would leave the meeting directly at the key point of the discussion, and then directly broke into the Holy See of Light, rudely interrupting Bishop Zangwill's holy evangelistic meeting. In front of a group of congregants, they took their future holy son directly to the academy.

Because of this series of shocking actions, he has completely become the talk of the nobles at afternoon tea time.

"I don't know, it should be the result of rumors." Mars said, "There are too many lies, and everyone takes them seriously."

"Are you serious too?" Sean said.

Mars froze slightly, looking at the man sitting on the bed.

In just a few seconds, his mood has undergone an extremely ups and downs change. "Are you serious too?" This sentence is very interesting, and different expressions can imply completely different meanings.Mars thought, if Sean said it with a smile, it means that the other party has the same uncontrollable impulse as him, and he can take the initiative to directly express his feelings.If Sean said it angrily, it meant that the other party hated a more intimate relationship, and he could also pretend to be offended to get away with it.However, he forgot that Sean is Sean, this man rarely reveals his true emotions, he is like a precision part, he can easily control his expression, and will not show such obvious flaws.

That perfect face will not show joy in front of him, let alone anger.

He is always gentle and gentle, just like the olive wood in the garden in the afternoon, the robin can stop on its branch and sing, the ivy can grow on its trunk, and the lonely boy can fall asleep under its shade.They are intimate and depend on each other forever, but they can't wait until the day when Olive Wood speaks.

"Sometimes." Mars looked straight into Sean's eyes, trying to see Olive Wood's true emotions.

However he failed.

"There's nothing I can do about it. After all, I'm used to your meticulous service, and you've become an indispensable part of my life..." Mars closed his eyes slightly, his expression a little decadent, "Don't misunderstand, Literally, you can see what I'm talking about, right?"

"Yes." Sean said softly, "I will play this small part with my heart."

"Of course, this is what you should do. If you can't even do this minimum thing, what am I going to do with you?" Mars stood up, turned his back, and his eyes fell into the corner On the limp pink and white bouquet, "Who sent this bouquet?"

"It should be Alex." Sean paused and said, "He's been here before."

"The flower language of pink and white daisies is happiness, happiness, hope, and purity." Mars grabbed the bouquet of flowers with one hand, "and...the love hidden deep in my heart. Is he pursuing you?"

Sean shook his head: "No, I don't think he can tell the meaning behind the various flowers, he just wants to buy a bunch of flowers and hold them over."

"But he just hugged you here." Mars whispered, "Doesn't Alex know the meaning of hugs?"

"Your Highness, did you see it?" Sean frowned slightly.

"I don't want to be nosy, Sean, this is your private matter, but I have to make sure." Mars let go of his hand, letting the bouquet of flowers fall back to an inconspicuous corner, "The so-called qualified attendant, his Body and mind should completely belong to his master, only such loyalty is enough for the master to show his weakness to his attendants."

"So Sean, are you a qualified attendant?" Mars walked towards the person on the bed, "Can I really let you see my weakness?"

"How do you want me to prove it?" Sean was silent for a moment, raised his head and asked.

"This is something you need to consider." Mars looked down at Sean and said, "How should I satisfy you."

"I can do anything you tell me to do." Sean said calmly, "As the manifesto says, 'Your will is where my sword points.'"

"This is a lie." Mars exposed it unceremoniously.

"If you think it's a lie, you should prove it yourself," Sheehan said.

Mars froze for a moment, then laughed lightly: "Are you declaring war on me?"

"No, Your Highness."

"No, you are challenging me. You think your disguise is impeccable, and I can't do anything about you." Mars sat down slowly, crossed his fingertips, his face was deep, "Very well, I will Prove it, you're lying."

"Take off your clothes now."

Sean unbuttoned his shirt, leaving his chest open, and the dappled sunlight hit his still-healed body.

He got out of bed, took off his only shirt, and exposed his upper body to the humid air. The remaining scars looked shocking against the white skin.He stood there, waiting for His Royal Highness' next order.

Mars sat there motionless, forcing himself not to look at that youthful body.There are ugly scars printed on the man's body, without the graceful ups and downs of the woman's body, and there is no sense of beauty at all.However, for him, it has a fatal attraction, pulling his heart to beat.

"Do you like men or women?" Mars kept his face calm.

"I don't know, maybe it's a woman." Sean didn't think about this question. He didn't like anyone, but he married his wife in name, so he gave such an answer.

"Really?" Mars clenched his hands slightly, and changed his tone, "Then you must not be able to accept having a sexual | relationship with a man, right?"

"Your Highness."

"Now come and comfort me."

Sean's eyelids drooped slightly: "Are you serious?"

"I didn't force you, you can just say 'I can't do it'." Mars closed his eyes slightly, his voice was cold, "It's very simple, and then I will prove that you—"

His hand was grabbed by another warm hand.

Mars opened his eyes, he was trapped in the narrow seat under the shadow of his tall body.

"Next, do you have more specific and specific requirements for the instructions to appease you?" His head, do you need me to play by myself? "

Mars's mind has gone blank, he doesn't know how to respond, because he never thought that things would really develop to this point.

He lowered his head, staring closely at the hand that unbuttoned him, watching the bony hand reach into places he couldn't see.

"Stop." Mars' voice was a little unsteady, "Enough."

"I haven't finished your last order yet."

"I said, there's no need." Mars closed his eyes tightly, his voice rarely showing weakness, "Stop your movements, it's enough."

The hand that was holding him loosened, Sean took a few steps back and stood still, Mars' soul no longer trembled, and he was able to escape from the loss of himself.

"Put on your clothes." Mars pinched the bridge of his nose, and a rustling sound came from his ears.

Everything is messed up, what he wants is like this, and what he wants is not this.

Mars could no longer tell what he wanted, and at this moment, the picture he saw outside the door suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Come to me." Mars said.

Sean approached Mars again, and put his head heavily on him.

"Touch my hair," Mars whispered.

Sean was stunned for a moment, sighed inaudibly, and raised his hand to gently stroke the soft silver hair: "Am I qualified now? Your Highness."

Mars gave a soft "hmm": "It's a little heavier."

Seeing His Royal Highness calm down, Sean asked softly, "What happened to you today?"

"I think I'm sick," Myers said inwardly. "As the book says, jealousy is a vicious disease."

"Sick?" Sean stopped what he was doing, "Do you have a headache again?"

Mars didn't speak, but nodded after a while.

"I'm going to prepare an ice handkerchief for you." Sean said, he always did this when Mars had a headache before.

"No need, it's healed now." Mars waved his hand, "Your injury hasn't healed yet, where do you want to go, whoever allowed you to come down, lie back on the bed."

"You made me get out of bed," Sean reminded.

Mars choked for a while: "Does that require me to apologize?"

"No, I should apologize." Sean lay back on the bed, picked up the wooden bowl on the table, and ate the contents in one bite.

"Isn't it impolite?" Mars sat aside and watched, and whispered, "Why do you still eat?"

"I've done even more indecent things just now." Sean thought for a moment, "And this one is delicious."

Mars was slightly taken aback, then sighed heavily.

"Have you thought of something serious?" Sean asked.

Mars leaned back on the chair with a deep expression on his face. He didn't know who to tell: "Ah, it's a very serious matter. What's more serious is that I can't do anything about him."

On the bank of the Kokkola River, in the Palace of Mirrors, Duke Oscar is sitting in a smoky bath, with all kinds of petals floating on the blue water.These were all picked by Lin Lin in the morning. Even if they were out of the fragile companion period, there was no elf who would not like fresh flowers.

This was the only time for Duke Oscar to relax every day. Lin Lin sat by the bath, holding a small wooden basin in his hand, pouring warm water onto Duke Oscar's shoulders.

"Have you seen the envoy from Dongyang today?" Lin Lin asked.

"I see." Duke Oscar said with his eyes closed.

"Are they all black-haired? Like Miss Dinia—" Lin Lin's voice stopped abruptly, and Duke Oscar raised his right hand in the bath.

This is what screen back means.Lin Lin immediately stood up and left, and tightly closed the bathroom door.

With the sound of splashing water, Duke Oscar stood up from the bath, and then respectfully knelt down on one knee: "God Lord, please forgive my rudeness."

"Oscar, I'm very angry right now." A man with blond hair came out from the mist, "I'm so angry like never before."

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing the man appearing, Duke Oscar frowned slightly, and said worriedly, "Why did you appear here, Sean Miller shouldn't—"

"It's not allowed to mention this name." The man's perfect face had a frighteningly gloomy expression, "Oscar."

"Yes." Duke Oscar lowered his head and asked in a low voice, "I don't know what happened to you?"

"I was betrayed." Helaier gritted his teeth and said, "How dare a humble human being..."

"You mean that person betrayed you?" Duke Oscar's eyes darkened. "If he doesn't want to die, he shouldn't do it."

"That's right, I just figured out who he is really loyal to today." Helaier couldn't help but clenched his hands, "I should have seen his true face long ago, he is always respectful and obedient to everyone! The damned blasphemer."

"Could it be...he believes in the God of Light?" Duke Oscar slowly emerged with a murderous intent.

"It's a thousand times more hateful than this. How dare he take my future body to please that silver-haired kid," Herrell narrowed his bloody pupils, "This ungrateful human being."

"Silver-haired boy..." Duke Oscar couldn't understand, "What do you mean?"

"I have decided that from now on he will lose my protection," Herrell said, turning his back. "Now I need you to convey this oracle to him so that he understands the seriousness of the matter."

"Who do you want me to convey to?" Duke Oscar asked hesitantly.

"The Blasphemer." Herrell spat out the word fiercely,