monarch

The king was awakened by the sun shining on his face from the window.

He slowly opened his eyes, feeling that every muscle and every joint in his body was screaming and protesting, the boundless soreness made him feel as if he had been trampled into the mud by a herd of running cattle .

"Your Majesty is awake?" A familiar voice came from next to his ear, and the air flow aroused by the voice flowed gently over Edward's earlobe.

Edward turned to see Robert's smiling face inches away.

"I thought I was going to be tortured by you and never wake up again." Edward snorted coldly.

He blinked, gradually getting used to the bright light.

"Why did you draw the curtains?" Edward asked puzzled.

"Did Your Majesty forget? You tore down the curtain yesterday." Robert pointed to the ball of cloth huddled in the corner of the wall, and said narrowly, "I told you not to use too much force when grabbing that thing." of."

Edward blushed. He looked around and found that the room was already in a mess: except for the curtains that had been completely torn off, all the tea tables and armchairs in the room were overturned on the ground.Half of the bed curtain had collapsed, and the remaining half was hanging pitifully on the pillar. It seemed that there had been a storm in the room last night that was not inferior to the storm outside.

A candlestick with an extinguished candle was lying beside the bed, and the floor and walls were covered with solidified wax, and some even remained suspiciously on the king's body and chest.

"I don't know if Your Majesty is still satisfied with my minister?" Robert said while circling Edward's chest with his fingers, touching the red and swollen marks left by last night from time to time, causing Edward to breathe incessantly.

The king patted the restless hand. "You're running like a bull. You're totally without skill. You're a savage."

"What did your father's brother say on the second day of his wedding night with the Spanish princess? 'Gentlemen, I went deep into the heart of Spain last night'." Robert kissed the king's lips again, "and I Conquered England last night too, inside and out... the best battle I've ever fought."

"As for the skills, I can slowly practice on His Majesty in the future."

The king kicked Robert with a smile, and suddenly the facial features on his face twisted, and he took a "hissy" breath.

"It hurts so much..." Edward's eyes welled up with tears.

Robert leaned over, kissed the corners of the king's eyes lightly, and wiped away the tears with his lips.

"Where is it uncomfortable?" He asked with concern.

Edward looked extremely embarrassed, and the colorful clouds rose from the tips of his ears and quickly spread across his entire face.

"Yes...there..." he stammered.

Robert laughed dumbfounded, and he got into the quilt while laughing.

"What are you going to do?" asked the king in surprise.

Robert reached out and hugged Edward, turned him over, "Let me check for His Majesty."

"What are you crazy about?" The king began to struggle as he spoke, but in Robert's view, the king's actions were like a kitten acting coquettishly, not so much resistance as some kind of interest.

"It looks much better than last night." The king felt a cool breeze behind him, and Robert's voice sounded like a doctor doing an examination.

"Last night? Did you read it last night?" the king said grimly.

"After you faint, I will naturally check to see if you are okay. This is what a loyal servant should do." Robert had an innocent expression on his face.

"You are so responsible." The king rolled his eyes, "Can you go find me some clothes now?"

"Where are you going in a hurry, Your Majesty? My ship won't set sail until noon." Robert said as he turned the king over and let him lie on the bed.

A sense of foreboding appeared in Edward's heart, "You don't want to..."

"Your Majesty is so smart." Robert leaned down and gave the king a rewarding kiss on the ear. At the same time, he picked up a few rags scattered on the bed, and gently tied the king's hands behind his back.

"I'm going to call someone to drag you out." Edward turned his head and gave Robert a hard look, "You bastard who doesn't know how to be satisfied."

Robert raised his eyebrows, picked up another rag, and pinched Edward's cheeks lightly, "Please open your mouth."

"What's your idea...uh..."

Only halfway through Edward's words, he was ruthlessly interrupted by a cloth strip stuffed into his mouth.

Robert tied the cloth strip that blocked Edward's mouth in a knot behind the king's head, "Now you can't be called anyone."

Edward felt that he might never have the face to see anyone again, and he buried his face deep in the sheets.

When the rebellious minister was finally satisfied, the king's tears had already wet the sheets under his face.

When Robert took out the cloth strip from the king's mouth, the flushed king bit the rebel's finger hard.

"You current regicide." Edward glared at Robert viciously.

"Then what does His Majesty plan to do with me?" Robert untied the cloth strips that bound the king's hands, and at the same time gently massaged His Majesty's joints, "Do you want to punish me for doing it again?"

"If you do it again, they will have to carry me back to the palace on a stretcher today." Edward yawned, "Thanks to you, I probably slept less than two hours last night."

"I'll get some hot water for the bath," said Robert.

The king pointed out the window, "The fleet will set sail at noon."

"They won't leave me alone...Let them wait a little longer, I have a business to do."

The king raised his eyebrows slightly, "Business?"

Robert rolled over and got out of bed, picked up the crumpled pair of shorts that were thrown there last night and put them on, "I want to serve His Majesty to take a bath, isn't this the most important official duty?"

He walked out of the room and came back a short time later.

"Hiding under the quilt." He went to the king and wrapped Edward in the quilt.

In the chaos, Edward heard the footsteps of several people, and then Robert's order: "Just put it there."

Something heavy was placed on the floor with a heavy muffled sound, and then the footsteps sounded again, fainter and weaker.

Finally there was the sound of the door being shut.

The king stuck his head out from under the covers.

A huge pine wooden bathtub was placed in the center of the room, and above the wooden basin was filled with white air from the hot water in the basin.The pine wood was scalded by the hot water, exuding a leisurely aroma common in the forest, which caused the king to take a few deep breaths in satisfaction.

Edward propped up the mattress with his hands, trying to sit up, but every bone in his body seemed to be broken, and every muscle was sore and weak, as if they were on strike, constantly protesting to the brain through the nerves signal of.

The king finally gave up struggling and let Robert hold him in his arms.

Robert didn't directly put the king in the bathtub, but played with Edward over and over again in his arms, pinching here and poking there from time to time, but the king was powerless to struggle, so he could only let him know the taste The demons want anything and everything, and the only symbolic resistance is just a few white eyes that look more like fun in the eyes of the other party.

When Robert was finally satisfied, the king was gently put into the hot water by him.The hot water touched the white skin covered with redness and various suspicious marks, and the slight tingling sensation brought by the temperature caused the king to tremble again.

Edward leaned his head against the edge of the tub, breathing contentedly until the splash from Robert's jump into the tub covered his head and face.

The water overflowed from the tub and ran wantonly in the already messy room, making the scene even more horrible.

The king wiped the water from his face with his hands, and the limbs of another person in the tub took advantage of this opportunity to entangle him like the tentacles of an octopus.

Robert took Edward into his arms.

"You still want to..." Edward looked at Robert in disbelief.

"What does Your Majesty think of me?" Robert scooped up water with his hand, gently scrubbing the solidified wax on the king's back, "I'm not a bull."

"I don't see any difference."

"However, you didn't really reject me. Although you said a lot of 'enough', I could tell that those were just duplicity." Robert bit the king's earlobe as if punishing him, " I couldn't help but be a little worried."

Robert sighed with feigned melancholy, "Spain is thousands of miles away, and there are many beautiful young men around you, who knows if you will not be able to control yourself, and one day you will be taken to Hampton Court Palace together with others What about turning your bedroom into a ruin?"

The king took a handful of water with his hand and splashed it on Robert's face.

"According to what you say," Edward put his hands on his waist, "I should also worry that you will go to some Spaniard to practice your poor skills. After all, those Iberians live in warm places. There is scorching blood flowing in your veins, it must be more passionate than mine, and more to your liking."

After he finished speaking, he bit the tip of Robert's nose in retaliation.

Robert laughed loudly, "I can guarantee that none of them will be as enthusiastic as you were last night!"

The king stared at him with wide eyes, and after a few seconds, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The two passionately kissed and fought in the bathtub until the heat of the water in the bathtub had dissipated, until both of them were out of breath.

Robert wrapped Edward in a blanket and put him back on the bed.Then he went out of the room again, this time returning with a silver plate with a chicken on it, a bottle of wine and two glasses.

Edward looked at Robert, who was half-naked and holding a silver plate, and couldn't help but think of the fishmonger selling fish in the market. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I brought breakfast, or rather, it should be lunch." Robert brought the plate to the bed and put it on the bedside table, "It's past eleven o'clock."

"Is it so late?" The king tore off a chicken wing and stuffed it into his mouth.

"I told them to postpone the sailing time until two o'clock." Robert poured half a glass of wine into each of the two glasses.

"Did you tell them why?" The king held up a cup.

"I told them that I have confidential official business, and they have no right to know." Robert sat down with the king and picked up another cup, and clinked glasses with the king, "then they didn't dare to ask any more questions."

"Anyway, they will know that you are with me. After all, I will go to the dock to see you off later, and they will all see me."

"But you are supposed to be at Hampton Court Court now."

"I can't help but send you away, let me go directly to the palace in a carriage, I can't do it." The king said, the corners of his eyes turned red again, "I don't want you to go, but I have to let you go, But I can at least get you on board."

Robert stared at the king, and suddenly hugged Edward tightly.

"You got all the oil on my face," the king complained.

Robert picked up a veil and gently wiped the king's face, "I thought of a way to keep His Majesty's whereabouts from being discovered."

"What way?" asked the king curiously.

"Eat first, and I will tell you after I finish eating."

"You're not up to something again, are you?" the king asked suspiciously.

Robert smiled and ate a piece of chicken, "You'll know soon."

The meal was eaten very quickly, and it didn't take long before the poor chicken was left with thick bones.

"I'm going to find you some clothes. You can't wear the one you wore yesterday." Robert packed up the bones, wine glasses and bottles, and brought them out of the room along with the silver plates.

Robert was out for a long time this time, and when he returned fifteen minutes later, Edward saw a parcel tucked under his left arm, and a scroll of paper tied with red ribbon between two fingers of his right hand.

"Ponsonby asked me to bring it to you, and said it was sent from Hampton Court Palace this morning." Robert reached out to hand the scroll to the king.

Edward shook his head, "It's for you, I asked them to deliver it this morning before I left the palace yesterday."

Robert gently tore off the ribbon and unfolded the scroll.

"You want to make me the Marquess of Pembroke?" Robert glanced at the few lines on the paper, looked up at the king in surprise, "Why?"

"You have saved my life, and that is your reward," replied the king. "Pembroke Castle was where I was poisoned, and if it were not for you, I would have been buried there too. I think this The place is quite memorable.”

"Besides, this is my mother's title. Before my father married my mother, he once made her the Marquess of Pembroke... You should understand what I mean." The king bowed his head, his The sound became smaller and smaller.

Robert felt his nose sore, he walked quickly to the king, knelt down on one knee, and kissed the king's forehead heavily.

"If possible, I would really like to marry you." The king gently stroked Robert's hair, "However, I think this idea is too shocking even for an enlightened person... I am the king , I should have given you more, but that's all I can do."

"You've given me far more than my wildest fantasies." Robert's eyes were burning with frenzy. "If someone had predicted this future to me a year ago, I would have laughed and said he was a fool." fraud."

"now what?"

"You have given me a bigger appetite, Your Majesty." Robert held the king's chin, he stood up, and looked down at Edward, "What I want now is to take you as my own, Your Majesty, from body to soul."

"Then you have to work hard." When Robert brought his lips closer, Edward closed his eyes slightly.

After finishing the long kiss, Robert wiped his lips with some inclination, and there was a strange smile on his face.

"Your Majesty, it's time to change your clothes. You will definitely like the clothes I prepared for you." He put the package on the bed and unfolded it in front of Edward.

The expression on the king's face suddenly froze, his face was as red as a ripe apple, as if it was about to fall from the branch.

"What the hell is this?" Edward gritted his teeth and looked at Robert.

What was in the package was a whole set of women's clothing, which Robert had just sent someone to buy from the most high-end tailor shop in town.Chatham is a port where cloth and silk merchants from all over the world gather, and the clothes shops sell naturally high-end and fashionable goods.

The servant who had been sent to buy these things evidently had taste; Stockings.Any high society lady would not look out of place in this outfit.

"This is the disguise I prepared for you, Your Majesty, people on the pier will guess your identity, but no one will ever guess it right." Robert bowed to the king as if asking for credit.

"I will never wear this thing." Edward kept waving his hands, while shrinking towards the inside of the bed, "I'd rather go out naked."

"That can't be done, Your Majesty." Robert held his petticoat and approached the king with a smirk. "Only I can see that kind of scene. If anyone else sees it, I will pierce his eyes with my sword."

"I really didn't expect you to be such a beast." The king smiled and slapped Robert's claws away, "I really didn't expect you to be this kind of person before I came here last night."

"Unfortunately, it's too late now." Robert grabbed the king's arm, "How does Your Majesty plan to wear it? Should I put it on properly, or should I tie it up and wear it?"

"Can you not wear it?" Edward begged, "What if someone finds out?"

"No, Your Majesty." Robert said, and found a women's hat with a veil on it from the bottom of the package. "I prepared this for you."

Seeing the king's still expression of refusal, Robert lowered his eyelids and sighed softly: "Is it really not possible, Your Majesty? I'm leaving, and I may not see Your Majesty for several years... Besides, the storms on the sea always It is unpredictable, who can tell? Maybe I will never have another chance..."

"Stop talking!" Edward covered Robert's mouth with his hand, "Don't you feel bad for saying this? I... I just wear it."

He looked at the pile of complicated fabrics in embarrassment, "But how should I wear this thing?"

"Let me help you, Your Majesty." Robert regained his vitality and took out a piece of paper from his pocket, "I asked the servant who went to buy these clothes to ask the clerk of the clothing store to draw a copy for me. I took a look at the illustration, and the drawing is quite clear."

The king finally surrendered, and he sighed resignedly, "You can do whatever you want."

Robert picked up the corset with a smirk, and rushed towards Edward who was crouching in the corner.