Your Mightiness

After unpreparedly eating the spicy pudding, August questioned his life for 3 minutes, and the haze in his heart still lingered.The stupid hair on the top of the head that would stand up strong every day when he got up, couldn't help but bend down under this situation. On a soft and tender face that can be broken by blows, besides being confused, it is also clear and clear. Three questions are written: Who am I?

Where am i?

What have I been through?

August's consciousness has remained at the moment of the entrance of the pudding, and the discomfort swept his whole body.It's not that the pudding is unpalatable. To be honest, if you eat steamed pudding as a meat dish with butter, it tastes pretty good.

But Auguste ate it with the heart of eating dessert!

dessert!

First of all, must!

sweet!

Thank you!

Looking around the world, August only admires the creativity of the chefs of the big rot country.

Raphael was sitting next to August, obviously watching the excitement, and asked deliberately: "Have you ever eaten? Steamed pudding is a must-have dessert for Christmas dinner every year."

These words were like a thunderbolt, unraveling the dusty memory of thousands of years. 【Hello

August finally remembered, this sister, bah, he has eaten this kind of pudding.At that time, he was not clear-headed, and he did everything stupidly. After eating the first mouthful of steamed pudding, he cried, with his mouth flattened and tears in his eyes, but he was very sad.Since then, steamed pudding has been deleted from August’s recipes, and August naturally lost the concept of steamed pudding as a traditional festival food.

Miss Mary couldn't see Raphael bullying August, so she immediately broke the stage: "You were there when Pudding was crying, why bring up the old story?"

The hazy memory became clearer because of this sentence.

Yes, Raphael was there at that time, not only him, but also Miss Mary, the Queen Mother, the Black Prince, and August's mother, Joan of Kent, who was still the suitor of the whole of England at the age of 30 The most beautiful women.Most of August's appearance above the royal family's average face value line is due to the genetic improvement from his mother.

Joan has waist-length chestnut hair, blue and deep eyes, and a straight nose. With her perfect face and figure, she fully interprets what an English rose is.

August can still recall the warmth of being hugged by his mother, as if she was still by his side.

Until Joan's death, August's feet were rarely able to touch the ground, and most of the children of the nobles were like this, but the servants who held them were often servants, and only August was held by them. Mother is in her arms all the time.He is like her most exquisite handbag, she will never forget to take him with her wherever she goes.

In my memory, the royal family gathered at the Red Wine Manor to eat steamed pudding, which was not only to celebrate the festive season, but also to celebrate August’s birthday. The manor was one of August’s birthday gifts.

The mother invited the most famous Italian painters to paint the first and only family portrait of Augustus in his life.The background of the painting is the endless vineyards and the main Gothic buildings. August, who is wearing a miniature robe, is surrounded by his family in the middle, breathing the sweet and sour taste in the air of the winery, as if every mouthful It has the mellowness of violets and a long-lasting fragrance.

"Is this Al?" The boy's voice sounded above August's head.

The Black Prince replied in a rough voice: "Yes, this is your nephew, do you like him?"

With encouraging eyes, Joan led Raphael to touch August's puffy face carefully, and said softly, "Look, isn't he cute and easy to touch? Don't be afraid, he likes you."

The young Raphael has a face that has already seen the top beauty for the first time, but his eyes are very unfriendly, and the corners of his mouth do not have the habitual smile of today. The whole person is like a moving cactus, wrapped in spikes, against the world.But at that time, he was so sincere that he didn't even know how to tactfully refuse people. Facing his expectant sister-in-law, he could only reluctantly hold his little nephew into his arms.

In the end, Raphael even took August to sit on the picnic cloth by the lake, one big and one small... learning Latin seriously.

——How persistent is Raphael in learning? !

As the breeze came, the swan fluttered its wings, crossed the shoreline, rushed straight to the sky, and finally disappeared completely under the blue sky.The black-haired boy hugged the blond-haired child, forming a beautiful picture beyond imagination.

But only August, the person involved, knew that the moment his mother turned around, Raphael couldn't wait to lift him up full of disgust, for fear that his saliva would flow on him.

August was as light as a feather. He was suspended above the lake, and he didn't know the danger or fear, so he could only giggle.

In the years after that, Auguste met Raphael once, when Joan had passed away, and Richard's third queen finally gave birth to a male heir to the royal family. For a day and a night.Only the little fool August was still persistently sad that his mother would never open his eyes again.

Sixteen-year-old Raphael traveled to Bristol in the rain to visit his nephew who was left alone.Gothic buildings in the night always have a hint of gloom, as if scary monsters would roar out of the shadows at any moment.

No matter how big and empty the castle is, August looks cold and lonely.

So similar to Raphael when he was young.

It was precisely because of this similarity that he remembered Raphael, who was not very fond of memories, and his attitude became even worse. He looked down at August and deliberately mocked: "Little fool, are you afraid?"

August, on the other hand, could only look up at Raphael without knowing why, and couldn't say even a simple word.

He's not just a little fool, he seems to be a little dumb.

Raphael continued to ask viciously: "The throne that should belong to you belongs to someone else. When that other person grows up in the future, he will still be afraid of your identity and always be on guard against you taking away what belongs to you from him." Things. Your uncle won't like you anymore, he has his own son. Do you know what jealousy is? It's a bitter taste."

Amidst the terrifying expression deliberately shown by the other party, August ran away in a hurry.But when the other party showed a smile of "as expected, even a fool would be jealous", he ran back vigorously.

This time, there was still a handful of jelly beans in the hand of the meat with a small pit.

"Sweet." The little boy uttered his voice for the first time, immature and clear, his blue eyes reflected the figure of the boy in front of him, he comforted the uncle in front of him and said, "Don't cry. "

Then, August woke up from his memory.

It turned out that he and Raphael had such a past, no wonder Raphael treats him so well now, and finally found the real reason.Hehe, there is no way, he is so cute, even when he is a little fool, he is still cute.

Raphael sat on the side, gave up the idea of ​​asking August what he was thinking, and smiled at August's silly smile, knowing that the content must not be nutritious.

Under the double stimulus of steaming pudding and memories, August, who was still a little sleepy because of waking up too early, woke up completely, and finally had the energy to participate in his shared birthday with Jesus.

Richard II spent a lot of time on his nephew's birthday party, and almost invited the top nobles in the upper class. No matter what everyone thought in their hearts, everyone's face was filled with joy on that day. With a smile, congratulations to the young duke who is finally nine years old.The warm hall is filled with the aroma of fruit, and most of the flavor comes from the fruit towers with layers of fruits.On the long rectangular dining table, clusters of bright flowers are placed at regular intervals, which brightens the mood of the gentlemen at the banquet and sets off the delicate faces of the ladies.

Before leaving, what August promised to his knights and trainee knights was [-]% fulfilled.Some people were disappointed at not being able to show their hunting ability in front of the king before, but now they no longer remember what they said.

The fragrance of clothes, the shadows on the temples, and the staggering of cups and cups.

"All this is just for you—" The long black-haired young man walked from far to near, holding a golden hollow wine glass in his hand, with a polite and distant noble smile on his face, like a silver fox dormant in the white snow, Even the blood is cold.He looked very friendly, but no one dared to show the slightest disrespect.

He stood in front of August, with a face far superior to the world, covering the color of the entire banquet: "——My Excellency."