The Duke in the Spire of Thorns

The night came quickly, and after a sumptuous and delicious dinner, Escrit got his reward as he wished.

Dim moonlight shone in from the tulle curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Celeste sat on the head of the bed in a long nightgown, staring at the dark night outside the window in a daze.

The thoughts in his head were so chaotic that he didn't say a word, feeling even worse with the residual joy and exhaustion in his body.

"what happened?"

Escrit rushed up from behind him, "You are very tired today, you should go to bed early."

Celeste lowered her eyes, slipped into the quilt and fell asleep without even looking at him.

Escrito tucked the quilt up for him, tenderly printed a goodnight kiss on his forehead, and then became a little overwhelmed.

He won, won what he always wanted, but his master was not happy.

Escrit originally planned to hold his little master tightly in his hands first, and then slowly soften him, but now, he felt that he had done something wrong.

"Are you asleep?"

He spoke softly, but got no response.

Escrit reached out and took Celeste into his arms, carefully kissing his chin.

They already had the closest physical contact, but their hearts were so far apart, not even as close as the simple master-servant relationship.

"Do you have to disturb my sleep?"

Celeste opened his eyes and said impatiently and helplessly.

Escrit seized the opportunity and looked intently into those beautiful blue eyes.It used to be filled with the love he had cheated with hypocrisy, which made him unable to extricate himself, but now, there was nothing but impatience and indifference.

"Don't look at me like that..." he murmured, covering Celeste's eyes with his hand, "...I'm sorry."

Celeste didn't speak, but Escrito felt his long eyelashes move.

"Go to sleep." Escrit was silent for a while, as if he had made a decision: "I will tell you everything you want to know tomorrow."

"...After all, we can be regarded as a fiancée now... I should do everything I can to please you, not to make you angry."

Celeste bit him lightly, with annoyance and tiredness in his tone: "Fianced couple?"

"...I only have this one wish." Escrit's voice was low and soft, "I only ask for this, and I can give in on everything else."

Celeste's eyes widened in an instant. He is a person who is very good at pushing an inch. After noticing Escrito's softening, he immediately demanded: "I want to know what happened at the banquet just now."

"Don't say anything and tell me tomorrow." He waved away Escrit's hand and looked directly into his green eyes: "Tell me, right now."

"I……"

"Tell me." Celeste interrupted him: "I need to know now." His Excellency the Duke showed a smile: "Didn't you say you want to please me?"

"You've got to do something, don't you? A little sincerity? Huh?"

He tried to regain control, although he didn't know why Escrit's attitude suddenly changed, but Celeste was good at seizing opportunities.

Originally, his plan was to wait until the marriage was concluded before considering regaining control. Celeste had complicated feelings for Escrit. He felt that he still loved him, but he was determined not to let Escrit notice it at all. , lest the other party be complacent.

His Excellency the Duke's clear blue eyes stared at Escrit, his voice softened a bit, coaxingly: "Say it, don't you want to make me happy?"

He learned a lot from Noyce, although not enough to allow him to play with Escrit at will, but it is more than enough to change Escrit's mind:

A bit of snubbing, a bit of impatience, some tendency to end the relationship, some playful smiles and sarcasm.

It worked really well, he didn't laugh at Noyce anymore.As it turns out, Noyce really has a knack for how to occupy the emotional peak.Celeste bowed down.

In fact, if he was really tired of Escrit, he would not agree to sleep with him, or even marry him.When he agreed at that time, he couldn't help worrying about whether he would show his feet. After all, Escrit had been with him for many years and knew his temper very well.Fortunately, he didn't see through.

"He likes you, my dear. This is your advantage. As long as you use the right method, you can manipulate him as you like. Trust me."

Celeste remembered Noyce's implicitly smug words, and nodded in deep agreement.

Facing Escrit's silence, Celeste adjusted the expression on his face, as if his questioning just now was just a whim.He sneered, said nothing, lay back down again, and closed his eyes.

In fact, he counted down the time silently in his heart. If Escrit still didn't respond when he counted to ten, it proved that the time was not yet, and he had to look for another opportunity.

As he counted to three, Escrit spoke.

"Please don't be angry, I will tell you everything you want to know."

Celeste smiled inwardly.

well.

Noyce, may God bless you.

During the time he lived with Noyce in the palace, his love-loving brother taught him a lot.Celeste understands the principle of applying what he has learned, and now it seems that he is a good student.

Escrito surrendered, but Celeste was in no hurry to occupy the land.He knew that now that he could put on a pose, Escrit was so proud during this time, it was time for a little revenge.

Escrito was really at a loss. The joy after the intimate contact and the sadness of being treated indifferently made him confused. Seeing his lover's indifferent expression, he panicked even more.

At this time, how could he remember to analyze Celeste's character and behavior, he just felt that if he didn't make some efforts, his master would leave him again.Just like it used to be.

"...Are you willing to talk?" Celeste's voice sounded, he was careless and refused to open his eyes, "But I'm sleepy now, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Escrit leaned over to kiss him, but got no response.

Celeste calmly approached sleepiness and fell asleep.

The sky was a faint pink, and Celeste sat on the reef above the sea, resting his chin and waiting for his lover to return.

He's recently taken to sashimi, and Escrito's sharp claws are just the perfect tool.

The calm water began to fluctuate a little, and Celeste was already familiar with this kind of movement. He knew that this was his lover coming back.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for his handsome and seductive lover to break through the water. He raised his head, water dripped down from his slender neck, and his wet silver hair was tightly attached to his back.The translucent ear fins are slightly opened and closed, and the powerful and beautiful tail hits the sea water, making a crisp sound.

Celeste has seen this kind of scene more than once, but he still can't help but indulge in it.

He couldn't help laughing, and jumped into the water from the reef with open arms, and the mermaid came to catch him.

"Human beings can't always soak in seawater." The mermaid's words were very fluent, and there was some reprimand in her voice.

"Really?" Celeste has long been used to it, and he put his arms around the mermaid's neck, "Then if I want to do this, what are you going to do?"

The mermaid didn't speak, Celeste kissed its face.

"You're so kind." He muttered, "I can't even remember how I got through life when I didn't meet you."

It's true, the memory of the past is always covered with a layer of white mist, he can't remember his family, he can't remember his past career, he only remembers that his name is Celeste, and the mermaid in front of him is His favorite lover.

However, vaguely, some less clear fragments flashed through his mind, which made him speculate that he might have broken his head in an accident and had memory problems.

During this period of time, his lover was raising him, which made him feel embarrassed.

However, according to his observation, his lover liked to listen to poetry, so Celeste would recite some beautiful love poems for it from time to time.Strangely enough, he remembered quite a few love poems.

In any case, it is better to have a full mind than an empty mind.Whenever Celeste reads love poems to Escritus, Escrites sings in return.It has to be said that the mermaid's singing voice is really wonderful, this is definitely not a beauty in the eye of the beholder, and Celeste can even swear to prove it.

During this period of time, Hillest’s life can be said to be carefree. His good lover takes care of all his food, clothing, housing and transportation. He doesn’t need to worry about it at all. He can even make random requests. Sturt suspected that even if he wanted the stars in the sky, Escrit would find a way to pick them off for him.

He smiled and embraced his lover.

Then, he suddenly felt something was wrong.His head began to ache, as if something was squeezing his brain hard, trying to crush that poor white sponge to pieces.

His head hurts very much.

Two minutes later, he opened his eyes again, looking at Escrit with a strange look in his eyes.

a mermaid.

It was a mermaid who had tricked him.

Celeste looked at it, and he didn't feel much anger in his heart. After all, he didn't suffer during this time, and this mermaid served him very well.

But now, it's all over.

"Escrit."

He cried softly: "I want the pearl of Meris Bay, and I want to go to the market of Meris Bay."

In the past, he was worried that the mermaid would be discovered and captured by humans, and he never made such a request, but now, he came to his senses and realized how ridiculous his previous thoughts were.

A mermaid who can occupy the king's position in the dangerous sea doesn't need to be afraid of humans at all, especially, the one next to him is the leader of the mermaid.

"No, it's dangerous there."

The mermaid frowned.

Celeste smiled, and his tone was brisk, just like when he acted like a baby to this mermaid countless times before:

"But I'm going."

The author has something to say: Celeste: No one really thinks the Duke is a poor little man, right?

——The love skills taught by King St. Peter himself, you deserve it :)

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