A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Summer is coming to an end, but it is the hottest moment for Aaron Landis.

Early in the morning, the blazing sun was already high in the sky, spreading light and heat to the earth, making the whole world extremely bright.

The golden-brown mane of the big lion reflects the sunlight coming in from the skylight, shining golden.

Its two front paws rested on the edge of the bed, and its huge head rested on the bed, just lying on its stomach, looking at Garlan eagerly.

Garlan was sitting on the bed, holding a light green glass cup, drinking warm milk one sip at a time.

After drinking, he raised his head and handed the glass to Taputi. Taputi couldn't help laughing when he saw a little milky white stain on the corner of his lips.

She stretched out her hand and gently wiped away the milk marks on the corner of Garlan's mouth with her fingers.

"Still like a child."

She smiled and raised her hand to touch Garlan's forehead.

The temperature seems to have dropped a bit.

She thought, looking at the half-eaten breakfast, her expression relaxed slightly.

Seeing that Garlan had finished eating and drinking, Nega groaned, obviously to attract Garlan's attention.

Garlan looked at it, and it also looked at Garlan eagerly.

Because of Garlan's illness, it hadn't seen Garlan for a long time. It had the mighty face of the king of all beasts, but it showed an aggrieved expression at Garlan.

That cute and aggrieved look caused Garlan to hug Nega's fluffy head, rub it vigorously, buried his face in it, and rubbed it.

The big lion arched its head against him, purring, and flicking its long tail.

Rubbing Nega's thick mane and hugging the big lion, Garlan smiled happily.

The female officer next to him who ordered the maid to take the tableware away looked back at this scene and couldn't help showing a knowing smile.

His Majesty looks in good spirits today.

She was thinking so gratifyingly, when she suddenly saw Garlan get off the bed, she was startled, and hurried forward to stop him.

"It's okay, Taputi, I think my physical condition is pretty good today."

Garland said,

"The doctor also said, keep moving as much as possible, didn't you?"

He said this with a smile, then lifted the veil, and walked to the large balcony outside the floor-to-ceiling windows with Nega.

In the early morning, under the sunlight, the crescent pool outside is sparkling, lavender lotus flowers are swaying gently in the green leaves, and pearl-like drops of water roll on the green leaves, reflecting the colorful luster.

In the air, the breeze with the sweet fragrance of lotus flowers blows over.

Looking up at the clear, cloudless sky, Garlan laughed.

"The weather is great."

He smiled and said that the long golden hair spread out behind him, spreading a golden luster in the air.

As if responding to his words, Nega yelped at the sun in the sky, then turned to look at him, as if asking for praise.

Gallan laughed, and patted its big head vigorously, causing it to roll under Garlan's feet.

"Taputi."

"Yes?"

"Notify Shemur."

Facing the sun, Garlan stood on the balcony, and the sun shone on his face, making his pale face seem to be a little more rosy at this moment.

He put one hand on the head of the big lion beside him, raised his head, and looked at the sky.

The blowing wind stirred up a few strands of long golden hair, passed over his bright eyes, passed over his side cheeks, and flew backwards.

"In an hour, I will summon the people at the State Council Office," he said.

The female officer who was watching Garlan's back softly with a smile on her face froze, and the smile disappeared from her face in an instant.

After a while, she bowed her head to the back of her Majesty and bowed in salute.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The magistrate replied.

When she was speaking, she closed her eyes, tightly clenched her hands hanging in front of her, and her fingertips pierced deeply into her palms.

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In the huge government affairs hall, sunlight slanted in from the skylights all around, filling the hall with light.

The golden throne stands on the high platform, gathering the sunlight that gathers on it from all directions, emitting light.

The young king sat quietly on the golden throne, closed his eyes, and put one hand on the armrest of the throne, as if bathed in brilliance.

Fragments of golden light danced in his hair.

A lapis lazuli crown of laurel branches adorned his golden hair as if it had become one with it.

The government affairs hall was very quiet, except for extremely shallow breathing, there was no other sound.

The crowd was silent.

They stared at King Garlan on the throne.

The young Wang lost a lot of weight, and his body became more and more slender. His pale complexion was almost translucent against the sunlight, as if it would melt into the light at any time.

When people look at it, they feel inexplicably shocking.

However, even with such a slender body, it can't even occupy one-third of the space of the throne, but it gives people the feeling that there is no room for the throne, and even such a huge throne can't accommodate him.

It was like an invisible and huge aura emanating from the young king, filling and suppressing the entire golden throne.

After an unknown amount of time, King Garlan opened his eyes.

On his pale face, only those pair of golden eyes were amazingly bright.

"Ximur, continue to build the avenue of Aaron Landis. After the main road is completed, continue to build the side roads leading to small and medium-sized cities."

"Suoga, strengthen the enforcement of the code, and let all Aaronlandis know about it within three to five years."

"Miss Zuo, don't increase taxes within ten years and ensure water conservancy in various places. Every year, more than three Solga temples must be added nationwide."

"Kaihos, pay attention to the placement of retired soldiers due to old age and injuries. You should discuss with Secretary Zuo more about the issue of the military town."

"Tal, you've been doing a good job all along, just keep doing this."

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On the throne, the young king spoke the names of his subordinates one by one.

He calmly and methodically explained to his subordinates what he planned to do in the future.

The people he named came out one by one, bent over and knelt down to the ground.

They bowed their heads deeply to their King.

Everyone was speechless.

Even Fat Tal, who couldn't hold back his tears, could hold back his sobs.

In the hall, only King Garlan's clear voice echoed in it, like clear spring water flowing under the sun, gently surrounding everyone.

When King Garlan stopped temporarily, everyone in the hall had already knelt down.

Only one person.

Only the man standing under the throne and closest to the throne was still standing.

The hall was terribly quiet, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Sunlight flooded the hall, making it seem like there was no shadow here, and every place and every point shone with scorching light.

It was so bright that it turned everything around into a vast expanse of emptiness.

After a short pause, King Garlan called out the name of the only person who was still standing.

"Heymos."

The air seemed to vibrate for a moment at this shout.

Under the call of King Garlan, Heymos stepped up the blue stone steps.

He walked very steadily, not in a hurry, step by step.

In the silent hall, the heavy footsteps of his dark boots on the stone slabs were especially clear.

Before walking to the throne, Heymos bent down and knelt down in front of Garlan on one knee.

He kept his head down all the time, and his fine black hair fell down, casting a thick shadow on his face, making it impossible to see the expression on his face clearly.

Looking at Heymos who was kneeling silently in front of him, Garlan lowered his eyes.

Now he finally understands how King Kamos felt when he resolutely turned and walked away after throwing him into the cave at that time.

Can't bear it.

reluctant.

But it has to be done.

Because he is the king of Aaron Landis.

Garlan raised his hand and took off the golden crown on his head with both hands.

On the lapis lazuli stone where the blue light was flowing, that bright red drop of blood was about to flow.

"Heymos."

The young king himself placed the golden crown on the jet-black hair of Heymus kneeling before him.

"Guard Aaron Landis."

Garland said.

And the next sentence he said, the voice was so soft that only they could hear each other.

"...as if protecting me."

I know how cruel what I have done to you.

but……

Heymos.

Please protect Aaron Landis as you protect me.

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It's been cloudless all day today, day and night.

In the dead of night, the full and bright moon hangs high in the night sky, scattering mercury-like brilliance to the earth.

The bright moon is in the sky, and the stars all over the sky are dimmed in front of it. It seems that only it exists in the entire night sky.

An eagle with black feathers was covered with moonlight, standing with its claws on the stone railing, staring at Garlan with sharp eyes.

Its pupils reflected Garlan's shadow, as if it had been imprinted in the depths.

Fingertips caressed the pitch-black feathers, and with a push, the black eagle spread its wings and flew towards the endless sky, making a short cry.

Gallan sat on the stone railing bench, leaning against the stone railing behind him, and looked sideways at Anu's figure flying into the sky.

Only after the dark shadow melted into the night did he look away.

He said, "Are you angry?"

He said with a smile, looking at the snow-white stone pillar embedded in the stone railing beside him.

On the other side of the stone pillar, Heymos stood there.

Heymos crossed his arms and leaned against the stone pillar, with his back to Garlan.

A huge stone pillar separated the two of them, and Garlan could only see the small half of Heymos' body protruding from the side of the stone pillar.

After coming to the balcony, Heymos seemed to be having a fight with him, and stood behind the stone pillar with his back turned to him, refusing to talk to him for a long time.

But Bisheng exposed half of his body for him to see, as if silently telling him, 'I'm not happy, I'm angry, come and coax me'.

Garlan tilted his head and looked at the small half of Heymos' body exposed from behind the stone pillar for a long time.

"Heymos."

He says,

"I want to touch you."

Heymos, who had been turning his back on Garlan, paused, turned his head, and stared at Garlan with golden red eyes.

Garlan looked at him innocently and held out his hand.

Heymos sighed lowly, lowered his arms wrapped around his chest, and walked towards Garlan.

He leaned over, lowered his head, and rested his forehead on the forehead of Garlan who was smiling at him with his eyes bent.

He pinched Garlan's chin with his hand, but the strength of his fingers was very light.

Garlan smiled at him, raised his arms around his neck, and took the initiative to rub the tip of his nose against his, as if to please him.

Heymos lowered his eyes and kissed the other party's lips.

Those lips were no longer the pale pink like cherry blossoms in the past, they were bloodless and extremely pale, which made people feel distressed just looking at them.

He was always trying his best to resist the urge to roughly repaint those pale lips with a rosy color.

The person in his arms was too fragile, so fragile that he didn't dare to touch it more.

If you touch it, it will shatter in his hands.

But this person is too tough.

Tough to the point where he couldn't help but feel angry and unwilling.

——He can give everything for Aaron Landis, but he is more cruel to him——

However, no matter how much anger and unwillingness there is, they will disappear completely when they see this person in front of them.

In front of this person, he is always weak.

One word from this person can control everything about him.

"Garlan..."

He closed his eyes, pressed against the forehead of the person in his arms, murmured, and called the name with attachment.

He heard Garlan hum lightly, raised his head, and rubbed his cheek, and he could feel the familiar touch of soft skin.

He was clearly in the middle of rubbing hands with the one he loved, but his chest was empty.

It's like walking on the edge of a cliff, falling from a high altitude anytime and anywhere, and being smashed to pieces.

Heymos opened his eyes, and he saw golden hair slipping from his eyes, and a few strands of long hair hung on the snow-white stone railing.

Across the stone railing, he saw the sparkling pool of water behind Garlan.

On the shore of the pool, the piece of lavender hyacinth swayed gently in the wind, like an undulating lavender ocean.

For some reason, he stared at the piece of hyacinth in a daze for a long time.

"What are you looking at?"

Sensing that Heymos was lost in thought, Garlan turned his head and followed his gaze.

Seeing that Heymos was looking at the Crescent Lake behind him, he thought Heymos was looking at the lotus blooming in the pool.

He looked up too.

Among the green lotus leaves, the lavender lotus has bloomed to the extreme, and this is their last blooming moment.

He said: "Summer is coming to an end soon, and these lotus flowers are about to wither."

Speaking of this, Garlan seemed to suddenly think of something, and turned to look at Heymos with a smile in his eyes.

"Heymos, do you still remember that when you wooed me for the last time, you did a stupid thing."

Spread gorgeous red roses all over the floor of the wooden palace, at first glance, it looks like a burning flame.

startled him.

So, he flatly rejected Heymos.

"It's fine to send flowers, but I even sent my least favorite flower."

Garlan put one hand on the stone railing and looked sideways at Heymos.

"Now you know why you were rejected by me at that time, right?"

Heymos looked down at the people around him.

He asked in a low voice, "What about the lotus, do you like it?"

Garlan thought about it.

He said, "It's okay, the lotus is pretty good."

Lotus seeds are delicious.

Of course, he didn't say the following sentence.

As soon as Garlan's words fell, Heymos, who was standing quietly by the side, suddenly put his hands on the stone railing in front of him and jumped.

Under Garlan's astonished gaze, Heymos just jumped over the stone railing of the balcony and jumped into the crescent pool below.

With a plop, the water splashed in all directions, and a few splashes landed on the face of the stunned Garlan.

He blinked, a little dazed.

Heymos was standing in the pool, the crescent pool was not deep, barely reaching his waist and abdomen, but he jumped down just now, and the splashed water drenched his upper body.

At this moment, standing in the pool water, water drops dripped from the tip of his hair.

He stood in the water, looking up at Garlan who was lying on the stone railing and looking at him blankly.

He asked, "Which one do you like the most?"

Gallan: "..."

So he jumped down to pick flowers for himself?

After blinking several times in a daze, Garlan finally came back to his senses, looking at Heymos who was standing wet in the pool and still waiting for his answer, he couldn't laugh or cry.

But looking at the serious eyes of Heymos, he glanced at it, and deliberately pointed to the one farthest from Heymos on the edge of the pool.

"that."

He said.

Heymos looked in the direction Garlan pointed, and immediately saw Garlan's thoughts. He looked at Garlan helplessly, but his eyes were clearly full of connivance and doting.

He walked there quickly and plucked off the lotus flower.

It is the end of summer, the last moment for all lotus flowers to bloom.

This lotus flower is still budding and half-opened, with a very faint purple halo dotted on the white petals like a cloud.

Heymos took off the lotus flower, and his gaze passed over the hyacinth bushes shaking gently in front of him.

He turned around, still in the pool, and walked back to where he jumped off.

Garlan lay on the stone railing and watched him.

Heymos stood in the water, with half of his body submerged in the clear water.

He looked up at Garlan, and raised the half-opened lotus in his hand towards Garlan.

Garlan didn't reach out to pick it up, he still lay his arms on the stone railing, resting his chin on his arms, tilted his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at him with a smile.

"Are you courting me?"

The golden-red eyes reflected the moonlight, as if shining in the dark night.

In the pupils of Heymos, everything disappeared, only the figure of Garlan with bent eyes and smiling remained.

Other than that, nothing else.

He said, "Yeah."

"My heart beats only for you," he said.

My soul exists only because of you.

only for you.

"This time, you can't refuse me anymore." He said, "If you refuse me again..."

"What will happen to you if I reject you again?"

Garlan asked him with a smile.

"I would be angry."

Heimers paused for a moment, then repeated.

"very angry."

He said, emphatically speaking.

Garlan couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

He looked at Heymos who was staring at him with his head up and his thin lips tight. The light moonlight fell on his face, making his gaze looking down at Heymos look more gentle.

"it is good."

Garland said.

He smiled softly at Heymos.

He stretched out his hand from the stone railing for the half-opened lotus that Heymos held up to him.

He said, "I..."

The moonlight reflected that Garlan's outstretched snow-white fingers were almost translucent, whiter than the tips of the white petals it was about to touch that had not yet been stained with purple halo.

Next second

At the moment when the fingertips were about to touch the tips of the petals.

It suddenly fell down.

That hand suddenly dropped from the air, resting softly on the outside of the stone railing.

Garlan, who was lying on the stone railing, closed his eyes, tilted his head, and rested his head on his arms, as if he had fallen asleep peacefully.

His chest stopped rising and falling.

Under the silent night sky, there was only one person's breathing.

Heymos raised his head and stood in the pool, completely wet.

The drenched jet-black hair was attached to his brown cheeks that were glowing with water, and water droplets seeped from the tips of the hair and slid down his cheeks.

Finally, with a snap, the drop falls into the water.

He just stood there, still holding the half-opened lotus in the direction of Garlan who was lying on the stone railing.

He seemed to be waiting stubbornly.

The night wind blew slowly across the sparkling water, making the slender eyelashes of the sleeping Garlan tremble slightly.

A purple halo of petals fell from the lotus held by Heymos, and floated gently on the calm water.

Heymos stood there for a long, long time.

Like a carved stone statue, it stands silently in the water.

The silvery moonlight cast down his pale body.

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[If you reject me again this time, I will be angry. 】

【very angry. 】