Your Mightiness

The author has something to say: A. Dark to BE ending, are you really, really, really, really, really sure you want to watch it?No kidding, please be careful.Give you another chance to regret it.

B. The full text + the follow-up has been handed over to the special school team to help the school team (the stupid author really can’t believe in his ability to catch insects), but because the school team will take a long time (about a month), so, if you are here One day in the next month, I will find that this article is being "updated" frequently, please don't talk to me, it's just a stupid author replacing it.

C. Tomorrow there will be another daily episode of the healing department (including the inner monologue of the black prince's father), is it a surprise or a surprise? !

Continued from [67: Extra Story of the Black House]

Then?

Of course it didn't work out.

Raphael really dared to do something to August, there is no doubt about it, but August is not a dead man, he is... a man who grew up watching the knight commander training every day, (emphasis) grown up man! (Important point) With a strong upward bend of the left leg, it doesn't take any cleverness to make the black-haired His Majesty the King unable to use his crime tools for a short time.

The heart-wrenching pain at that moment can only be understood by Raphael.

August raised his head and took the opportunity to admire Raphael's beautiful face that was distorted in an instant. He wanted to push Raphael away, but he couldn't, so he could only lie down and watch.After looking carefully, like admiring a peerless work inside and out, Auguste came to a conclusion that everything a beauty does is beautiful, even if it hurts so much that it is still pleasing to the eye.

It's a pity, if this beauty is not a pervert, August would probably like him a little more.He is definitely his thing.

Raphael didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, even though he was so painful that his expression was distorted, he was as pale as paper, and beads of sweat rolled down, but he still gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound.He seemed to be a very patient man.

August closed his eyes tightly, ready to be beaten back.

……

The next day, when Marquis Philip saw King Raphael limping out of the room where the duke was imprisoned, his expression was indescribable.

The kind of embarrassment that is more silent than loud at this time, back and forth between the two people looking at each other, even the black and gold carpet does not show too much solemnity, this fact seems a bit subtle.Marquis Philip really didn't want to make up some weird things, but the reality really didn't give him much room for imagination.

"None of what you thought happened." Raphael straightened his shirt cuffs with a cold face.

Marquis Philip shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, with a face full of sincerity and... gossip eyes: "I didn't think about anything, what do you think I am thinking, my honor?"

Raphael smiled: "I've been considering who to send as an envoy to negotiate with the Black Prince. What do you think of the Earl of Wessex?"

In fact, as early as the moment Rafael laughed, Marquis Philip felt that something was wrong. He always insisted that Rafael had an emotional expression disorder, and the more angry he was, the better he smiled.Especially when he smiles sincerely, he will only act more ruthlessly.Philip immediately stopped his waist and said righteously: "The whole palace is yours, you have the right to live in any room you want, this is the king's sacred and inviolable right!"

"Good." Raphael was finally satisfied, and the storm that was brewing in his eyes receded a little bit.

The Marquess of Philip had to learn this, the Earl of Wessex was the only weakness in his life.Too bad his ribs don't look like they like him.

"I believe that sooner or later you will cry your lovely little lord." Before the Marquis Philip left, he still couldn't hold back his flirtatious feelings.

But this blessing unexpectedly went along with the king's unpredictable heart: "I will."

The tone of imperative.

If it was just Raphael’s whim to push August down at the beginning, he may not really do it; then, when he pressed on August, he found that his mental cleanliness disappeared from the other party. At that time, he decided that he would continue to do it, no matter what!

Although, cough, there was a little episode in the middle, but it doesn't matter, there will be a long time to come.

The sport of fighting wits and courage is more exciting.

Flocks of white birds flew over the sharp towers of the palace, covering the sky and the sun, leaving only a shadow, and thorn roses bloomed quietly.The black-haired king sat on the armchair, smiling and reminiscing about the little duke's delicious meal last night.A delicacy that belongs to shock and panic, he looked at him anxiously, not daring to relax for a moment, with only him in his eyes and heart.

Raphael didn't do anything last night (and he couldn't), but that was enough to torture August, who was waiting for the other boot to drop and it didn't.

Compared to the punishment of hitting back directly, Rafael prefers this kind of mental torture.

It's just that when he thinks that August is probably tossing and turning in the room because of him at this moment, Raphael feels inexplicably eager to move.I really want him to be completely his.

August's timid but insisting on pretending to be strong eyes reminded Raphael of a deer he met in the forest next to Fort Reising when he was a child. He was so weak, his limbs were trembling, and The big black eyes were full of panic, so pitiful.Raphael obviously could end its pain at once, but somehow wanted to chase after him. Seeing that he couldn't get rid of him no matter what, he couldn't stop his excitement.

He likes the little deer very much, using clear water and flowers.Although Xiaolu died in the end, he still liked him.Now his liking for His Excellency August is even higher than that of the fawn. In just one night, he liked the way he was afraid of him.

Maybe he'd like him a little more if he'd been a little more scared and a little more funny.

Was August afraid?Of course he was scared!Afraid of death, okay? !Raphael is a pervert, from the bottom up. Fortunately, when he met Raphael several times in the past, he still thought that he looked good when he smiled, and he was a good person!

Yan Kong is really self-inflicted and can't live.

He kicked Raphael's side, just imagining how Raphael would retaliate against him was enough to scare him into insomnia all night.But so what?August does not regret doing that, if there is a next time, he will still do it!

It doesn't matter how good-looking Raphael is, and it doesn't matter what August's sexuality is.

That night, Raphael really came again, wearing a long cape of black on the outside and red on the inside, and a French shirt full of folds, outlining complicated and beautiful patterns with gold thread.He is like a vampire that haunts the dark, and every time he talks to him, the devil is whispering.

There were still only August and Raphael in the room, one was very vigilant and the other was strolling in the courtyard, forming a stark contrast.

"You, what are you going to do?!" August was already frightened crazy by his own imagination, and he only asked the other party to give him a good time.

However, Raphael walked gracefully and sat down on the red velvet chair without any haste. He was facing August, and he could see his expression in full view.It wasn't until August was pushed to the limit, just before the explosion, that Raphael finally made a move to calm down the opponent's mood.

Raphael shook the special golden bell, and asked the butler to bring in two glasses of wine served in golden cups, scarlet like blood, even thick to black.

"Choose a drink." Raphael said after the butler withdrew and closed the door, looking very good-tempered.

"You want to poison me?" August could only think of that.

Raphael sneered: "Almost, half and half." No one could see his true emotions from Raphael's face, and this day was probably an exception.

"If it's a bad way to aphrodisiac, I advise you to save it," August said, ringing his chest, which was a subconscious action to protect himself.He looked up and down Raphael's lower three roads for several times before continuing, "Looking at the current situation, it is more likely that I raped you after being recruited."

"Since you know it so well, why don't you dare to drink it?" Raphael's tone seemed calm, but full of provocation.

"Who said I didn't dare?!" August really didn't dare, he was just putting on a show. The only thing he was sure of was that Raphael's little brother would not recover so quickly.But obviously, if Raphael wants to humiliate someone, he has many methods, and he may not necessarily insist on which one he chose last night.

"Then drink, I leave the choice to you." Raphael's expression was still so impeccable, he stretched out his hand, and made an elegant "please".

"You choose first." August always kept a safe distance from Raphael, with his chin raised slightly, with an unconscious bossy attitude.He is a duke, and since he was a child, he has always spoken to anyone except the king.Even if Raphael is now the king, it is useless.

Raphael picked up the cup on the left generously.

"Stop! I want this cup!" August interrupted Raphael.

Raphael put it down dispensably, and picked up the cup on the right instead.

"No, I regret it!" August interrupted Raphael again, and he felt that he had a difficult choice.At first he wanted to choose Raphael, but then he was afraid that Raphael had already guessed his thoughts, so he deliberately did the opposite.

Raphael patiently put down the cup on the right, crossed his hands, and looked at August: "What do you want?"

Looking at the opponent's expression of hope of victory, the anger in August's chest, when his reason was dominated by impulse, he strode forward.

Randomly picked up a cup... just wanted to splash it on Raphael's face.

Raphael was still so comfortable, he spoke a second before he was about to be splashed, and the timing was just right: "If you dare to spill a drop, you won't have any right to choose in the rules of the game, you have to think carefully about it." , My Excellency." Is it to be quick for a while, or to gamble within the controllable range.

In the end, August held back his senses and regained his sanity. He raised two cups at once, and then turned his back.

When August turned around again, even August himself couldn't tell who was who among the two identical gold cups.He held his neck high and proudly said to Raphael: "Okay, now is the real gambling luck."

Raphael raised his eyebrows for the first time tonight, and it must be said that August surprised him.

But that's all, such a move will not change Raphael's face, he still quickly and firmly chose the quilt on the left, he likes the initiative to control his own destiny.

August passively left the one on the right. He is definitely inferior to Raphael intellectually, and the possibility of losing is 100%, but now he has messed up the cup. If it is pure luck, August Te is still very confident about his 50.00% luck.

Raphael raised his glass to August with a smile: "Cheers?"

"cheers!"

The two raised their heads at the same time and said nothing.Raphael slumped on the chair, and August fell backwards onto the bed. He didn’t fall well. The upper body was on the bed, but the lower body had to be dragged and slid to the ground little by little with the force of gravity. The little wool The carpet gently caught him.

When August saw Raphael's face clearly, he realized that the two cups contained medicine!

With the last bit of soft strength, Raphael struggled to eat the antidote that was placed in the gem of his ring, in front of August, as if in slow motion.

After 15 minutes, the poison dissipated, and Raphael gradually regained consciousness in his limbs and stood up again.He looked down at August whose face had already started to flush.

It's not that August can't move at all, it's just that he feels his body is as soft as noodles, and he can do simple movements, but he can't do it with force.

The only thing August could do was to stare at Raphael and say, "Despicable!"

Raphael smiled, a more genuine smile, he squatted down, easily picked up August, and put him on the soft and white bed.

Under the curtain, the king said to the duke in a good mood: "Did you know that I was despicable from the first day?"

The duke was speechless when asked. If Raphael was not despicable, it would not be his turn to be the king. His uncle, his cousin, his cousin... Anger burst from his chest again, August looked at Raphael mockingly: "So what can I do, what can you do?"

If Raphael's little brother can still stand up at this time, August should be surprised.

Raphael leaned forward, and the weight came to his face with the momentum. He supported August's head with both hands, and looked into August's eyes.Your Excellency the Duke has a pair of blue eyes that seem to be able to drown people. The beauty is like the sea of ​​the same color, with its own vortex, which attracts people to fall.

Raphael couldn't help stroking August's cheek, with a treasure he didn't realize: "Let uncle teach you, even if you can't enter, adults can do a lot of interesting things."

August's body trembled uncontrollably.

Raphael was even happier, his hand seemed to be on fire, and every time he touched a piece of August's skin, it ignited one piece.The delicate touch made him fondle admiringly.

August's body temperature was getting higher and higher, his breathing was short of breath, and things started to go all the way in a not-so-good direction.

In order to make himself normal, August gritted his teeth and said, "You make me sick!"

"Why?" Raphael's hand had already reached into August's trousers, met little August, and began to perform polite and inappropriate up and down movements.The tone of Raphael's voice could be said to be replying to August, rather than deliberately teasing him with the exhalation of heat.

August's voice trembled, but he insisted: "Because God doesn't forgive gays, you're going to hell!"

August's only talk now is that he's atheist, but that doesn't mean he won't use it against these ignorant medieval natives.

Raphael smiled: "Really? God doesn't allow it?"

"Yes!"

"Then don't you think this will be more taboo?" Raphael gently bit August's ear bone, it was slightly cold, but it soon became hot.

August is not religious?Coincidentally, Raphael didn't believe it either.

"!!!"

Raphael didn't intend to just let August go, the movements of his hands became bigger and bigger, making August feel that his whole body was beginning to get lost in the crazy senses.Raphael's voice was really like the evil snake in the fairy tale. He knew that he had malicious intentions, but he couldn't refuse. He said, "How do you think you are going to tell your God? You are touched by a man like this. gone?"

"How are you going to apologize to your God tomorrow? Are you standing up because of a man's hand?"

"How are you going to confess in the confessional? You cried because of me."

As Marquis Philip said, Raphael really cried the lovely little duke with his fingers, whether it was the real tears on the grand duke's face or the milky white "tears" spit out by the little duke.

……

Later, the Duke really became the king's caged bird.Now that things have happened, it is a day to resist and a day to enjoy.Your Excellency the Duke, who has enjoyed rich clothes and fine food since he was a child, is not a person who would wrong himself so much.

August was able to think so freely, and Raphael was also very happy.

The strangeness of their relationship had thus grown by leaps and bounds, so of course they couldn't have had only hand movements all the time, no doubt about it, and something August didn't want to reminisce about.Because, he was really happy too.

From that moment on, the days of being under house arrest really turned into a torture, which I couldn't let go of, and I wasn't willing to let go of it.

If Raphael is willing, he can be the best lover in the world: every morning he will have the most beautiful roses picked in the garden, and the sonnets he wrote to Auguste will be placed in August. Gust’s breakfast table; he spent almost all the time he was not busy with government affairs on August, and sometimes even moved the government affairs to August’s room; once, he even I personally cooked for August. Although the craftsmanship was not very good, it still made August feel frightened.

Together they went to operas, went to shows, and did all the things lovers do.But they are still not lovers, Raphael will not admit it, and August does not want to.

Marquis Philip felt that these two people were the ultimate dog abusers. If they were not lovers, then what were he and the Earl of Wessex?The most familiar stranger?

During the day, they enjoy together, and at night, they enjoy each other.There will never be a more compatible, more crazy lover.

But they know very well that they are all waiting for a critical point that is about to explode.

The return of the Black Prince.

The Black Prince has already captured France, and the army is just outside the city. No one can do anything to them. If things go on like this, they will only suffer twice as much.But Prince Hei's determination to take his son back is unshakable, even if he fights to the last moment, he will bring his son back.

The Marquess of Philip had a big fight with the Earl of Wessex, because the Earl of Wessex supported the Duke returning to the Black Prince.He even threatened that if Marquis Philip didn't help persuade Raphael, then he would use his own way.Although he was forced to choose Raphael for his livelihood, his heart still belonged to the royal family in the past.

Raphael is smiling every day, and the smile is getting better and better.

Marquis Philip knew well that this was a sign that he was about to go crazy, but he didn't know how to comfort him, because no one could persuade him.

Others don't understand Raphael, and it is impossible for Marquis Philip to understand. Raphael wants to make August obsessed with him, and there is nothing more exciting than luring a believer to change his position.But it was Raphael who fell in the end. Day by day, day by day, he was more immersed in the dream weaved with August than he was yesterday.

From the first day when August almost kicked him inhumanely, but he couldn't even bear to hit August, he should have guessed today.

what is love?Love is a star shrouded in the morning mist.He replaced words with kisses, like a flame that burst from the bottom of my heart.Bliss was kissed yesterday, and it vanishes today. — Heine.

One night, Raphael came very late, but Auguste hadn't fallen asleep yet.

Raphael hugged August from behind and kissed the neck of his back, as if he was tasting some delicious food. He asked him softly, "Do you want to go back to your father?"

"Why not?" August asked without thinking.

Raphael grasped August's hand tightly, just like that night, he was a very patient person, after a while he was able to smile and say, "Why not? Of course it's because of me."

"You killed my uncle, you killed my brother, you almost killed my sister, and you imprisoned me." Auguste counted down one by one.If he is smart enough, he shouldn't provoke Raphael at this time, he just needs to wait quietly, and sooner or later his wish will be fulfilled.But August still said it, not that he was not smart, but that he wanted to say it, and he had to say it.

This is not speaking to Raphael, but to himself.

"You said, how can I love you after all you've done?"

"Aren't you a believer? What about the forgiveness and forgiveness you learned?" Raphael didn't want to argue about what he had done, because he had indeed done a lot, and he didn't want to cover it up. He wanted August to accept him, The real him, just him.

"Forgive you is God's business." August can only continue his character.

Raphael turned over, and when he looked at August, he could clearly see his expression at this time from the bottom of the other's eyes.Distorted, desperate, bloodshot eyes, but there is still a smile on the corner of the lips.

After getting along for so many days, they have never had a real confrontation, as if they are cherishing this time together, because they are very clear that it will not last long.

Raphael ripped off August's pants rudely, before he even finished pulling them off, he rushed into it eagerly.Every time, it seems to be exhausting all the strength of the whole body, dry and painful, no one feels good, but Raphael is still so persistent, as if he wants to confirm something.He said fiercely: "You are not without feelings, you are not without feelings."

August, however, kept his mouth shut and did not say a word.

In the past, it was more like a so-called coercion of flirting with each other, but this night was the real rape-rape, and every blow seemed to tear August's soul apart.Let him feel like falling into hell, half roasted and half frozen.

He looked at Raphael, watching him become like a trapped animal.

"answer me!"

August remained silent, what did he answer?How to answer?There is so much to say, but nothing to say.

After one night, blood flowed from my heart.

August was tortured to the brink of death, and Raphael slammed the door out. He was the one who hurt people, but he was the one who seemed to be in more pain.

Three days later, August was sent out of the palace.

Raphael did not come to see him off.

He just stood on a high place, watching August a little bit out of his sight.

The most ironic thing in this world is this. When he just likes, he will want to imprison people by his side unscrupulously, doing anything between lovers; Let go and see you again.

Because like is to make yourself happy, love is to make the other person happy.

"Don't hate me." That was the most Rafael said that night. Sometimes he really wanted to make himself love August a little less, so that he could keep him by his side forever.

Everyone is ready to be retaliated by the black prince afterwards.

But he didn't.

why?

Who knows.

The new king of France, who lived with his sisters in the exquisite Palace of Versailles, was obstinate enough not to utter a single full word about abandoning the war with England.

--Finish--