swear to love heaven

Slowly stepping up the last step of stairs, standing on the edge of the terrace, the evening wind came unexpectedly, quietly shaking off the lake blue robe and fluttering, a silent shadow stretched on the ground, as if at this moment A mood of hesitation.

His eyes flickered, a black hair crashed into the hesitant brown eyes, like the wind wrapped Lemomena's beating heart, entwined and tightly, leaving no gaps.

The scene in front of me is as gorgeous as the night, as quiet as the night, and I want to hold the sweet beauty in the palm of my hand, and I don't want to let go of the terrible feeling in my whole life.

Stepping forward again, Lemomena heard the sound of knocking on her chest, regular and steady, she waved away all the noisy worries... Her world was very quiet, so quiet that she could only hear the sound of Kalixi's hand. The sound of strings plucking breath.

The distance of ten or so steps seems to have been walked for a long time, so long that Lemomenna thought that he would never reach Kalixi's side... Such a long distance makes people tremble with fear.

The last sound of the piano ended at the fingertips, Kalixi reluctantly raised her wrist lightly, letting the strings of the piano flicker with the flexibility of intertwined fire and moon, a hint of loneliness and reluctance.

Raising her eyes and looking at the person standing in front of her, she was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled. The calm smile that blooms in the summer night wind is charming and intoxicating.

Lemomena stretched out his hand, and the temperature of the fire was quietly flowing in the open palm, and something brighter than the fire was also surging in his eyes, like the brightness of the moonlight, but also like the enthusiasm of the flame, a scene that burned the sky. Wildfires.

Looking at Lemomena's backlit face, a soft halo flitted across her body, a scene of variegated colors, Kalixi actually felt a sense of dizziness.When the fingertips fell into her palm, there was an inexplicable palpitation, a little heartache, a little joy, and a little trembling uncontrollably.

"This is the most charming gift I've ever received, Khaleesi." Pulling her to stand up, she spoke with a smile, her eyes bright and gentle.

A trace of shyness, from the corner of her eyes, she saw that people under the terrace were all looking up here, the too quiet atmosphere made her a little nervous, quietly. "The time is too short, my piano skills are very clumsy, laugh at me."

"It only took thirteen days to learn this, it's already a miracle." She didn't intend to hide that she knew about her going to the palace to learn the piano, and sooner or later, Khaleesi would know about it.

Shocked, a sea of ​​astonishment flashed across his blue eyes. "you know!?"

Laughed softly and said nothing.

Lemomena's playful laughter slipped into his ears, forcing Khaleesi to frown in annoyance. He thought it would surprise her, but he unexpectedly surprised him.

"I also have a gift for you." She smiled, her voice was gentle, and a mist of gentleness and helplessness settled in her eyes.

"Send me?" I was surprised again, and my curiosity was instantly aroused.

Nodding, he let go of Kalixi's hand, and put his arms around her waist instead, and when she froze suddenly, his arms pulled her into his arms tightly.The left hand wrapped in linen passed through Khaleesi's cold and soft hair at some point, caressing the back of her neck, forcing her to tilt her head slightly.

Being held by a pair of powerful arms like shackles in an embrace that exuded the cool fragrance of the beginning, Kalixi forgot to struggle, and just looked straight into the pair of brown eyes that absorbed her soul like an abyss , unable to extricate themselves from being addicted to this gentle imprisonment that is so gentle that it is suffocating.

"From today, I want everyone in the world to know who my lover is..."

Her deep and powerful voice came from her ear, a sense of forbearance that wanted to burst out after being overwhelmed, a kind of hoarseness that made Khaleesi panicked, a kind of spell that seemed to obliterate everything.

Lemomena's breath followed her silently approaching face, and disappeared into Khaleesi's lips... hot breath, slightly cool lips.

Powerful, direct, irresistible.

Indulging himself in this kiss, the invisible shackles lingering around his body are almost domineering breath of Lemomena, firmly and resolutely surrounding her heavily, leaving no room for it.

Standing in the brightly lit Hall of Holy Light, standing in front of envoys from all directions and more than half of Hittite generals and nobles, facing the horrified eyes of everyone, Lemomena announced to the world in her own way that she is The oath of love ----

A kiss silently proved her firm determination, and gave Khaleesi an upright identity.

With some reluctance to leave Khaleesi's trembling lips, Lemomena's smile was so bright that it made people dizzy. It was a coquettish green flame that eclipsed the lights in the hall, and burned all around like boiling water effortlessly. air.

Holding Khalixi in his arms, they walked to the edge of the terrace, looking down at the dark figures.For a moment, the corners of the raised lips held a wild arc, just like the light of the Iron Throne not far away in the firelight, making people dare not look directly at it, but they couldn't bear to look away.

After a while, Aziz raised his wine glass, smiled brightly on his handsome face, and shouted towards the balcony: "Gods bless you!"

There was a brief silence, which made people feel flustered. Khalixi felt her heavy breathing suppressed her heartbeat, and the blood in her whole body slowly solidified along with the silence of the Temple of Holy Light.

Moments later, Kusina also picked up the wine glass, followed by Muhari, and even Davushya, who was as silent as a tower, also raised the glass. Vanessa and Raschel stood side by side, holding the golden cup...

"Blessings from the gods!" Their blessings came one after another, with sincere wishes, and the heart was instantly filled with warmth.

Holding the crystal glass, slowly raising it towards the two people on the terrace, Sharma's smile was very clear, just like the glass of clear water in her hand, bright and clean.In pure Egyptian, she read aloud: "Bless the gods!"

In the blink of an eye, the Holy Light Hall was filled with the sound of blessings. The tide-like voices said the same thing. People raised their glasses to salute. The cheers covered the sudden swirling wind. The seductive aroma of wine floated in the air, infusing such a wonderful night with wonderful taste.

In an instant, Khaleesi had the urge to cry, the trembling waves flooded, and the inexplicable churning of the ocean was spreading.

Snuggling on Lemomena's shoulders, letting the tears make my breath wet, the tears of happiness are like fine wine, fully intoxicating my thoughts.

This night, the brightly lit Temple of Holy Light witnessed the most magnificent scenery in the history of the Hittite Empire...

This night, due to various reasons, could not be recorded in the annals of history, leaving a trace of regret.However, those precious and beautiful fragments were secretly memorized by the evening wind singing softly, and they carried this weighty oath far away, always accompanying the vastness of the moonlit night flowing on the Anatolian Plateau above.

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When Sharma bid farewell to Khaleesi, her injuries had already healed. Her days in Hattusha made her re-examine this powerful empire that has always dominated the plateau militarily.

Standing on the side of the stone railing of the promenade, looking at the rolling peaks at the foot, the high and low buildings in Hattusha City can be discerned, and the white round roofs are dotted like countless small mushrooms. The criss-crossing streets can be viewed from this height. Going up, only as thick as a finger, the blue-gray lines connect the entire city like a big net.

"Has everything been arranged?" Kalixi asked softly, walking towards Sharma who was standing by the railing, full of reluctance.

He responded lightly, looked at the city and mountains, and remained silent.

Sigh, parting is always sad, but so helpless. "Lemomenna and I have prepared some gifts for His Majesty the Pharaoh. Although they are all inconspicuous little things, they are also our intentions. We hope that His Majesty will not be disappointed."

He smiled, glanced at Kalixi, and said: "Although His Majesty doesn't lack anything, as long as it is a gift from you, he will definitely treat it as a treasure and cherish it."

She smiled shyly, put her hands on the railing, and let the hot mountain wind blow behind her, shaking off the colorful sunlight hidden in her hair in an instant, and the shattered light was drowned by the flying hair, as if there was something in her heart Being submerged quietly is sorrow and guilt.

"I've prepared a gift for you, but it's not really a gift, it's just... just a little thought, please accept it." As she spoke, she took out a small iron cylinder from her sleeve. With exquisite patterns.

A ray of surprise flashed silently across the bottom of the brown eyes. She picked up the small cylinder from Khalixi's hand, turned it over and inspected it, and then pulled off the lid of the cylinder. Sparks shimmered in the iron cylinder. Sharma's There was also some bright light shining in the fundus of his eyes.

After a long while, she closed the lid and stuffed the small iron cylinder into her belt, carefully. "Thanks."

Picking up the hair that was blown to the side of the face by the wind, she put them behind her ears, and said softly: "I heard Lemomena say that you can only set fire in the valley in order to repel the wolves, and she threw your torch into the valley." The tree has a hole, and this small torch will be regarded as my compensation for her."

"It's just a torch, it doesn't have to be."

"It's more than just an inconspicuous torch. I heard that the leader of the 'Blade Fire' always carries two treasures with him. One is a treasured knife called 'Bloodlight', and the other is a torch. Although I don't know whether this rumor is true, but you actually carry fire tools with you, so I have to believe it."

The well-known "Knife Fire" has many unpredictable legends. Among them, the most talked about are the two treasures owned by the leader of this huge secret organization.

Even so, Khaleesi has never seen Sharma wearing the "Bloodlight". This weapon is as mysterious as this underground organization, and it really makes people want to get a glimpse of it.

Raising eyebrows and eyes, laughing silently, the words revealed Sharma's affirmation of approval. "Your erudition and insight are amazing. Now, I begin to feel that Lemomena has you, and it is God's guidance. Hittite's prosperity cannot do without your help, Khaleesi."

When I was in Egypt, I had already heard about the peaceful expansion plan proposed by Khaleesi. This seemingly time-consuming and labor-intensive huge project, compared with the traditional method of sending troops to expand the territory, not only greatly reduced the casualties of soldiers and The loss of the country further embodies benevolence and tolerance. This is admirable open-mindedness and foresight.

Sharma remembered that Ramonsis once looked at the rushing Nile, shook his head and sighed and said: "Khalish is the treasure bestowed by the gods on Lemomenna and Hittites. Such a rare woman in the world has the power to make people feel happy." The refreshing and stunning beauty contains too many astonishing whimsy... Such a woman really makes people...don't want to let go."

Don't want to let go, but have to let go, this is the most helpless and sad thing.

"Vanessa seems to be very sad to know that you are going back to Egypt. I heard that she often visited you while you were recovering from your injuries, isn't that true?" Asked knowingly, with an inquiring tone, Khaleesi turned and walked into the house.

Speaking of Vanessa, Sharma couldn't help shaking her head and laughing. That lady doesn't visit her often, she goes every day.

"Vanessa is a warm-hearted and kind girl." There was no emotion in a single unbiased sentence.

Walking lightly, the hem of the skirt lightly wiped the sunlight by the door, and a ray of light fragrance spread in with the footsteps, entangled with the cool air in the house, dispelling the annoying heat brought by summer.

Looking sideways, delicate eyebrows reveal a sly smile. "Just warm-hearted and kind?"

She frowned and spread her hands, feeling as if her prey was being watched by a hunter, and she was that poor prey. "What do you want to ask?"

Sitting down, straightening the wrinkles on the skirt, the movements were slow and smooth, and the eyes were light. "I don't have to ask, I can see for myself, my eyes never lie."

I wanted to laugh, and I did, but it was a forced smile. "Don't worry about it, just take care of your Lemomenna."

He nodded slightly, with a respectful tone and a humble attitude, but there was a sly and triumphant smile on his face. "Yes, the general taught you a very good lesson. Khalixi will not be troublesome, please return to Egypt with peace of mind, General Sharma!"

He raised his eyebrows, shook his head and smiled wryly, without saying a word.

"You are leaving, find a time to say goodbye to Vanessa, don't make her too sad."

After hesitating for a moment, he nodded and said in a low voice, "Got it."

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This farewell was more difficult than Sharma had expected, and it was even more embarrassing than expected.

Because, when Vanessa burst into tears, Sharma froze suddenly, not knowing how to comfort the weeping Vanessa, holding back for a long time, she chose to remain silent.

Weeping silently, Vanessa looked at her hands on her knees, tears blurring her vision.Sharma's departure made her feel a very strange pain. This kind of menacing emotion, which came from nowhere, made her surrounded by deep sadness in an instant.

After a while, she stopped her tears and looked at the person sitting across from her who had been silent all the time. Vanessa sniffed and spoke with a sob. "I will go to Egypt to play in the future, will you accompany me?"

"Yes." The immediate and decisive answer was almost at the moment when Vanessa's voice just fell.

Dazed for a moment, suddenly she burst into tears and smiled, her tear-stained face shone brightly, a kind of shyness that belonged to a young girl, and gently dispersed with the wind. "Thank you."

"The one who should say thank you is me, thank you for visiting me every day when I was recuperating, Vanessa." I sighed secretly in my heart, I don't know why.

He got up and walked towards Sharma, sat down on the rattan chair beside her, tilted his head and looked at her without saying a word.

Being stared at by her made her feel uncomfortable, like standing in the sunshine of the desert in summer, not only was it hot, but also felt difficult to breathe.After a while, with a low sigh, she turned her face to look at Vanessa and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Suddenly, he raised a very beautiful smile, and said seriously: "My memory is not as good as Kalixi's, so I can't remember it forever. When you return to Egypt, I don't know when we will meet again. Only by looking at you a few more times can I remember your appearance, otherwise I will forget your appearance after a long time."

She said it so pitifully, with drooping eyebrows and eyes, lacking the usual vitality, and looking helplessly annoyed.

His brows were furrowed, and a doting tone emerged quietly, but he didn't realize it. "After a while, you can come to Egypt to play, as long as General Kushina does not object."

She twisted her skirt, pouted her lips, and her shoulders drooped weakly. "My father must not agree to my going to Egypt. He always treats me like a child and doesn't worry about me going out alone."

Tilting his head, his brown eyes are smiling and curved, shining with fragments of colorful light and shadow, very beautiful. "You are a little girl, of course he doesn't trust you."

"Where am I a little girl, I'm half a year older than Khaleesi, don't underestimate people." The dissatisfied whispered, being treated like a child by Sharma made Vanessa very uncomfortable.

Nodding, half coaxing and half persuading: "Yes, yes, you are an adult, not a little girl."

"Can you give me a gift for me to keep as a souvenir?" asked cautiously, full of expectation.

I was stunned, I didn't expect her to say this, looking at the earnest face of a puppy begging for food, how could Sharma refuse her, and asked bravely, "What do you want?"

"That knife called 'Blood Light'." The words came out immediately, and the wind was in a mess.

He was startled suddenly, staring at Vanessa dumbfounded, with a horrified expression as if seeing a monster, Momenta.

Covering his mouth and laughing out loud, he pointed at Sharma's pale face, and said with a smile, "I'm joking, look at you, it's like seeing a ghost in broad daylight, it's so funny!"

With a long sigh, she breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't expect to be teased by this little girl. Sharma found that she was becoming less and less judgmental.

"Even if you really want it, I won't give it to you." She spoke half-truths and half-false words in a calm voice, with a little childlike anger.

Curling his lips, instead of being angry because of her words, he smiled even more proudly. "I don't want it yet. It's just a knife. I don't like it."

Leaning back, he moved his body to find a comfortable position, supported his forehead with one elbow, looked at Vanessa's smug little face, and asked lazily, "Then what exactly do you want?"

Squinting, smiling extravagantly, he pointed to Sharma's hair. "Your headband, can you give me?"

Again, stunned.

Seeing her sudden and froze expression, Vanessa tried her best to hold back her laughter. It was really fun to see this beautiful face with this expression of surprise and bewilderment twice in one day.

"Are you joking this time, or for real?" Suddenly, Sharma had a deep realization... Her judgment was really gone.

Raising eyebrows, arrogant and coquettish. "This time it's real."

Silence, eyes closed.

For a long while, Sharma just looked out of the window without saying a word, as if something caught her attention there, such a quiet profile, revealing a hint of struggle.

Realizing that her request was too overwhelming, Vanessa coughed lightly to conceal her disappointment, and was very annoyed as she was about to speak to relieve the dull atmosphere when she saw Sharma reach out and untie her hair tie.

Immediately, the long red hair spread out on her shoulders like a waterfall, like the sparkling lake water in the setting sun, it was so beautiful and dazzling.

The hand holding the headband was stretched out in front of Vanessa, and it was raised in the air and swayed. "Take it."

Surprised, even more delighted, he took the hair tie with a smile on his face, and looked at it carefully... as thin as a string, as light as silk, and full of tenacity... Sure enough, as Lemomena said, this seemingly ordinary The hair band is an excellent hidden weapon.

"Will it work?" She flicked her hair hanging down to her shoulders. She was used to curly hair since she was a child, and she didn't like to let her long hair loose.

Nodding and shaking her head, it was obvious that Vanessa was still thinking about this wonderful hair tie.

"Give it to me, I'll teach you." Standing up, looking around, when a vase fell into his eyes, he smiled and raised his eyebrows.

Vanessa also stood up and handed the hair tie to Sharma. The two stood side by side and smiled at each other.

With a slight flick of Sharma's wrist, a half-moon-shaped silver thread was thrown into the air, and the crisp crackling of the whip woke up the lazy breeze in the afternoon. Vanessa opened her eyes wide with interest, embellished with a bright face smeared with honey-colored sunshine. There is a thin red, which is the shadow cast by the slightly hot Xia Yang, hiding her slightly astringent mood that she is reluctant to part with but can't explain.