after the little prince got married

Ansai always takes a comfortable bath at 03:30 on Friday afternoon, which is a habit he developed after he came to Matilda.Fredka had no colorful bath salts, no scented flower petals, and even the bathtub was a small one—at least the one in Ansel’s room could barely accommodate him, which made him unable to resist Doubt that Erro the big man can only separate the two baths.Now he's sitting in Matilda's marble tub, big enough for another grown male, with a plate of fresh, dewy flower petals at his side, but he doesn't put them in the water idea.

Facing his direction, there is a mirror.

Because of the water vapor, the mirror was covered with a thin layer of mist, and he could only vaguely see a pool of blue water and a black head.Not long after he came, his hair grew very fast, and it was half the length of a palm longer than before.The water is very hot, and the hot air is dense, steaming his cheeks to a blush, and the candlelight is dim, trembling in the humid air, as if it will be extinguished at any time.

Ansai looked at himself in the mirror for a while, sighed long, then leaned back, and fell into the water.

The water in the pool entangled his whole body in strands, like a shadow, supporting him, this young body, keeping it in a proper position under the water surface and above the bottom of the tank.Long black velvet hair spread out behind him, drifting in all directions with the current.

Ansai began to gradually feel that something had changed.When he closed his eyes, only the noisy and hazy sound of water remained in his ears, and he finally found a little sober time enough for thinking.

He felt that he might, really...too pale.

Most of the maids in the palace have light brown skin, and even the young girls who sell preserved fruit on the roadside have healthy wheat-colored skin, which makes him feel out of place.He is too thin, and his complexion is not good-looking, like a ghost in the palace, wandering quietly and silently.Whenever he walked by the mirror, he always felt inferior, and this inferiority has so far bred disgust, fluctuating back and forth in Ansai's bottom line.

this is not right.

He remembered how, a month earlier, he had been smug about his resemblance to his father, and it was clear to him that a change of attitude always had a cause, so all that was needed now was to find the cause and fix it.

He blamed it all on a change in mood because the only thing he could control was low self-esteem.

Ansai can be the best student. He is willing to follow the advice of his tutor, to read, and to change his deep-rooted views on some things. When he encounters problems, his first reaction is to consult books, so at 04:30 , He finally sat in the library as he wished.

This place is very large and empty, and there is no one in the circular hall, as if emphasizing to everyone who comes here: This is a forgotten place, what you can find is up to you.

There are many doors around, and the signs on the doors are marked with different languages. Ansai recognized his mother tongue at a glance, but he hesitated, and chose the door marked with the Matilda language.His guess was that the library of the Matilda Palace should have the largest collection of Matilda's books on the entire continent, but Fredeka's collection may not necessarily be. This is not too difficult to prove, but now He has no other spare time.

He inspected the room, which was a little bigger than he had imagined, filled with lively wooden bookshelves.The bookshelves reach up to the high ceiling, and there are tall movable ladders next to them.The smell of old and heavy ink that is unique to paper books is floating in the air, mixed with the smell of wood, which makes people feel at ease easily.Books are traditionally divided into seven categories—law, culture, science, history, medicine, industry, and geography. Anser hesitated for a moment between culture and science, and chose the "culture" area.He successfully found a copy of "The Color of Emotions" on the third floor of the fifth bookcase in the second row. The author is not well-known.He hadn't read the book, wasn't sure about the accuracy of the argument, and didn't want to bet everything on one book, so he continued to hang out.

It was still early, and the sun only had a slight tendency to go westward. The pale golden sunlight penetrated through a row of French windows on the southwest side, and spread a light halo on the wooden floor.Ansai stood with a thick stack of books in the darkest "cultural" area of ​​the room, looking for the brilliance through the stacks of bookcases.

It's too far away, and the road is not easy to walk, just see it, think about it, and forget it.

He sat down leaning against a bookcase in the fifth row, opened the book "The Color of Emotions", and saw the beginning of a chapter: "Inferiority comes from caring, from love."

As soon as he let go of his hand, the book fell to the ground with a crackling sound, forming an imaginary rockery.He could no longer read other books, and felt that they were too false and boring—the reasoning was not deep enough, and the viewpoints were not novel enough.A person's short and outrageous thoughts are largely derived from his subconscious subjective feelings, and the person who flips the coin is probably the person who already knows the answer.

As a result, none of the books could get the fate of being taken out of the library to study carefully. They were carefully placed back to their original positions by Ansai, as if they had never been picked up, and they were silent here, unable to escape being caught by it. The fate of the owner as an ornament.

Heartbeat is a vibrant seed, and it is only a matter of time before it germinates.Prior to this, Ansai's understanding of love was limited to the love and hatred in the famous novels. Whether it is a combination, betrayal, breakup, or passionate love, it always starts from a noble place, the process is tragic, and it is always accompanied by a happy reunion. ending.So he thinks of love very simply, he thinks it is a simple question that everyone knows the answer to, there is no need for complicated formulas, and there is not much room for thinking.

The road ahead is paved with flowers, and at the end there is gold, diamonds, sunshine, and everything that has a good meaning attached to it.

In Matilda he had almost no one to talk to, and he didn't know how to express his love, and in fact he didn't know how to behave like a competent husband, so he just sat in a corner of the garden by himself and talked about the past few days. Recall things from beginning to end.Ansai has always been a person who doesn't bother to look back. He walked forward step by step, but let the sea wash away his footprints, leaving no way back, but at this moment he felt a strange feeling of wanting to keep something.He thought of the tattered veil, the apple tree in the manor, he had done even more outrageous things, and only the simple holding hands in the training ground flashed in his mind.Life is so short, like a fleeting moment, when he sat on the grass with his back against the tree pole, the sun had already set, and was blocked by the tall building opposite, the sky was vast, cut by various clouds dyed with warm colors In many pieces, they are in step with each other, quietly dimming, and then a few stars are revealed.

Ansai dreamed of Belika again.This time he clearly knew that he was in a dream, but he couldn't remember when he fell into the dream.He could feel that he was sitting on the bed, and Belika was sitting in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window with his back facing him. The sky outside the window was gray and snow-capped, and the continuous snow-capped mountains formed an irregular wavy line in the distance.He realized almost at once that this was Fredka's palace, and the surrounding furnishings were vague, but at a glance he saw the carpet in front of the French windows, with his name embroidered in gold thread in the upper right corner-this was The only thing that belonged to him through and through.

At this time, Belika stood up suddenly. She gently placed the book wrapped in lavender on the carpet, just covering his name, and then she tiptoed and drew the curtains.In an instant, the room was so dark that he couldn't see his fingers. Ansai lowered his head and saw a ray of fire emanating from his fingertips.

Belika seemed to be smiling, and she praised him gently: "Your magic is not bad." With this light, Ansai could barely make out a faint outline.She walked towards the bed with almost no sound of footsteps, light as if she was dancing.When she walked in front of him and stopped half a palm away, Ansai finally saw her face.She was much shorter than the last time I saw her, and her face was immature. It was Belika's appearance that could only stay in the depths of Ansai's memory. "It's time for us to go to bed," she said again, "my father is here to spend the night, and my mother won't be here tonight."

Then she turned sideways, climbed onto the bed from Ansai's right side, and lay down.She was only wearing a thin white nightgown, and her exposed arms were as thin and pale as Ansai's, which contrasted sharply with the long black hair behind her.

"Come to sleep." She closed her eyes and urged softly, "It's already late, Ansai, don't let the queen mother worry."

After the age of 14, Belika always politely called him "His Royal Highness Prince Ansair", wishing to report all his names in every conversation.When sitting at the same table for breakfast, the two have nothing to say, starting with "Good day, Your Highness" and ending with "Good day, Your Highness", which is very dull and very boring.

Ansai watched his short and thin legs kick off his shoes clumsily, and then climbed onto the bed. His cuffs were so big that they buckled upside down like two trumpet flowers on the bed, covering his hands tightly.Belika put a hand on her forehead, looked tired, and laughed when she saw him.She hugged Ansai into her arms, put his head on her other arm, and began to hum an unfamiliar tune.

But all this is just a dream, what Ansai felt was air, what he heard was noises, when he wanted to look at his closet, all he could see was a cramped darkness.Belika seemed to have always been there, and it seemed that she had never existed. He knew that the dream was over, and there was a "rustling" sound of wind blowing leaves around him. Only then did he drowsily remember what he saw before falling asleep. Yes, that deep purple sky.