A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The drizzle had just stopped, and the road outside was still wet. The starlight fell on the wet bushes, and the water droplets dripping from the green leaves reflected a starlight.

The high-altitude attic is very quiet, so quiet that only the sound of the night wind howling past can be heard.

The young man who was sitting on the stone table with his chin up and pretending to be arrogant just now had his eyes wide open, and he stayed there completely stupefied.

However, whether it was the proud and arrogant look just now, or the dazed look now, in someone's eyes, they are all too cute.

Heymos knelt at Garlan's feet.

He raised his head and looked at the young man who was looking down at him.

It was supposed to be a humiliating gesture, but the little bit of indulgence revealed by the slightly raised thin lips, and the incomparable softness in the eyes staring at the other party, instead made the young man with black hair seem to melt into the night to bend over. The scene of kneeling at the feet of the beautiful blond boy is extremely beautiful.

——It's just that the boy's bewildered expression completely ruined this beautiful scene at the moment.

A second of sluggishness.

Just now, Garlan, who was sitting on the stone table with a relaxed face and impatiently driving Heymos away with one foot dangling, suddenly jumped up.

Jumping off the table, he reached out and grabbed Heymos.

"What are you doing, if this is seen by others—"

Garlan reached out his hand to grab the guy who suddenly knelt down and said inexplicable words, but the next second, the hand he stretched out was caught by the other party's raised hand.

A brown hand holds his, and Heymos' hand is considerably larger than his, perhaps because of his height and frame.

When holding it, it can almost wrap his entire hand in it.

But at the next moment, Heymos suddenly let go, and his hand slid halfway down, becoming the hand holding his front half, and the knuckle fingers just held his fingers.

Garlan didn't react, and his hand was raised.

Heymos bowed his head.

Fragments of jet-black hair were scattered at the corners of his sharp eyes, and the slender eyelashes hung down, covering his eye sockets with shadows.

His lips were lightly branded on the boy's fair fingers.

What landed on the fingers was obviously the touch of the man's cool and flexible lips, but to Garlan it was like a hot iron——

He looked as if he had been struck by lightning, and he pulled his hand out of Heymos' fingers.

His originally fair face blushed violently, and even his neck was faintly reddened.

Taking a sudden step back, he slammed into the stone table behind him and almost fell down.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough. He pushed his hands back and pressed them on the stone table, and then he stood firmly.

It stands to reason that since he was a child, as a prince, he has been kissed a lot of times.

But for some reason, this time, when Heymos did it, it gave him an extremely awkward feeling, and it made his face burn for a while.

Garlan stood with his hands on the table, his mouth opened, and he stared dumbfounded at Heymos who was still kneeling in front of him.

"you you you you--"

The impact was so great that his mind went blank for a moment, and he couldn't say a word for a while.

Compared to the boy who looked like he had been struck by lightning, the kneeling Heymos looked unusually calm and composed.

He raised an eyebrow at Garlan.

"After kissing hands, from now on, I'm yours."

Heymos said firmly.

Garlan was stunned by Heymos' almost rascally words.

He must be meeting a fake Heymos now!

Garlan thought blankly.

The Heymos he knew couldn't have been such a rascal—

He stayed here while the other party got up.

Heymos approached, his golden-red eyes narrowed slightly, and Garlan felt in a trance that this man's eyes at this moment were very similar to his eyes shining slightly when he saw the dessert.

"Then, my master..."

The deep and middling voice that could reveal an indescribably charming voice was so close at hand that it almost burned his ears.

"Wait, wait—wait for me! You—"

Watching the opponent approaching helplessly, but being unable to retreat because of the stone table, Garlan raised his hand on Heymos' shoulder in panic, wanting to say something.

However, as soon as he put his hand on the opponent's shoulder, he was stunned.

wet?

He felt that the clothes on his shoulders where his fingers were pressed were a bit wet, and when he looked up again, Heymos's pitch-black hair was covered with cold dampness.

It's just that in the dark night, it's not obvious that the black hair is slightly wet.

"you……"

"Your Highness!"

Suddenly a shout came from behind, startling Garlan.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a chubby person running and jumping towards him.

Because the boy was really too fat, rather than running, it looked like he was rolling over.

"Your Highness, Your Highness Garlan——I have finally found you!"

Seeing that bright blond hair in the dark night from afar, Tarle ran over in a jerk.

"Everyone is looking for you."

He said, with a little pride.

He was the first to find His Highness, which shows that he and His Highness have a good heart.

Running to the attic, Tal was about to happily talk to his Highness when he suddenly saw the man standing opposite His Highness.

"H, Prince Hehuimos?"

He was startled.

Why is Prince Heymos here?

He was wondering when suddenly Heymos glanced at him.

The golden-red pupils were as sharp as a sword, and a cold light flashed across them.

The little fat man trembled immediately.

Oh my god, the eyes of Prince Heymos are so scary——

Did he do something wrong?-

Heymos, who was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue him, was suddenly interrupted by someone, and resentfully stopped his movement towards Garlan.

And Garlan turned around quickly like the rest of his life after a catastrophe, walked half a circle around the stone table, and walked quickly in front of Tal.

"Is the banquet over?"

"Yes." Tal didn't dare to look at Heymos again, but just lowered his head, "Because seeing that you are not here, His Majesty asked everyone to find you."

Tal's answer made Garlan relax too. After the banquet was over, he could go back directly.

Then he didn't need to rack his brains to find excuses for the abnormality of his extremely red lips.

"Understood, let's go."

After Garlan finished speaking, he walked down quickly with Taal.

However, when he walked down the stone steps, he looked back.

Under the starlight, in the attic, the man stood still.

In the dark night, he couldn't see that person's face clearly, but even in the dark, the golden red eyes looking at him were unusually bright, like a cluster of burning crimson flames.

…………

Because the banquet was over and escaped a catastrophe, after one night, the slightly red and swollen lips returned to normal.

Garlan breathed a sigh of relief.

After breakfast served by the maid, he went to the royal library.

When he was young, he had to study in the school hall with noble children of the same age, but when he grew up, he began to be taught by Ximuer alone.

Originally Heymos was also with him, but after Heymos went to the northern border more than four years ago, Shemul only had to teach him alone.

Naturally, only the royal family, high-ranking high priests, and special people are allowed to enter the teaching place. The Aaron Landis royal family has inherited a long history of the library.

As soon as he stepped into the side hall dedicated to teaching in the library hall, Garlan was startled.

That half was exposed in the side hall under the blue sky, besides Xie Muer, there was another familiar figure.

The dark-haired young man stood in the side hall, his tall figure bathed in the morning sun.

Looking at the handsome eyebrows, he smiled slightly at him.

Garlan was dumbfounded, he remembered.

It was because Heymos went to the northern border that he was taught alone. He was used to it, so he didn't think about it for a while. Now that Heymos has returned to Wangcheng, he has to continue to be taught by Shemuer.

This sudden meeting caught him off guard for a while.

"you are late."

The robed priest of Shamash spoke to him solemnly.

"Feel sorry."

Garland apologized.

Because of Heymos' inexplicable words and his sore lips, he turned over half the night last night, and finally fell asleep late at night.

So I got up late this morning.

Ximuer nodded and motioned for him to sit over.

Garlan sat in his seat, and seeing that a new table and chairs had been added beside him, Heymos sat on it.

During the morning lectures, Garlan was always a little absent-minded.

Glancing at the people around him, remembering that he tossed and turned for most of the night last night, he felt inexplicably upset.

But then I thought about it, and it was fine.

Last night, he obviously wanted to kill Heymos' thoughts cleanly, but he was so frightened by Heymos' actions later that he didn't react for a while.

At that time, Tal happened to come over again. He was forced to do nothing by Heymos, and he subconsciously ran away with Tal, forgetting the matter of rejecting Heymos.

No.

Procrastination is not his style.

Since it was impossible for him to respond to Heymos, he had to make a clean break.

Turning the snow-white quill in his hand, Garlan pursed his lips, making up his mind.

After Ximuer's lecture is over, he will make it clear with Heymos.

Regardless of whether Heymos likes a man or a woman, anyway, it is absolutely impossible for him.

It is better to cut the mess with a sharp knife than to cut the roots.

Thinking of this, he clenched the quill in his hand, and Garlan glanced at the person beside him from the corner of his eye.

Heymos sat quietly on the seat, the parchment was spread out on the table, propped on the table with one hand, and wrote on it with a pen in the other hand.

Fine black hair fell down, half covering his eyes.

Her thin lips were slightly parted, a little flushed, and she let out her breath slowly.

It looks normal.

Garlan turned around.

……

Ok?

It doesn't seem right.

The boy turned his head abruptly.

At this time, Ximuer, who was explaining to a map hanging on the wall, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Prince Garlan!"

He had long noticed that Garlan had been absent-minded in today's class, he said angrily.

"Please concentrate!"

Shemuer's tone was already very bad, but Garlan didn't seem to hear it, stood up, and moved directly to Heymos' side.

"you……"

He had just said a word when his fingers touched Heymos' arm propped on the table.

So hot.

The young man was startled, and he didn't care about other things, he stretched out his hand and touched the brown forehead covered by black hair.

...Like a fire!

He felt that Heymos looked a little strange today, and his breathing was faster than usual.

It turned out to be a high fever.

At this time, Xie Muer also noticed that something was wrong, and walked over quickly.

"what happened?"

"Ah, this..."

Before Garlan could reply, Heymos, who had been sitting quietly all this time, suddenly looked up at him.

The usually sharp eyes seem to be covered with a layer of fog at this moment, hazy.

Then, with a tilt of his head, his upper body fell directly into his arms.

Garlan subconsciously reached out to catch it: "!!!"

Is this guy pretending?

Just as he was thinking this way, he felt that Heymos, who was lying in his arms with his eyes closed, was breathing more and more rapidly, and the skin touched by his hands was also very hot, and he was suddenly a little anxious.

"Heymos seems to have a fever."

He said.

He suddenly remembered last night, Heymos seemed to have been caught in the rain when he followed him, and his body was wet.

Maybe that's why...

…………

Some people don't get sick easily, but when they get sick, they are very scary.

Heymos was probably that kind of person.

The morning class was temporarily canceled, and Shemur brought Heymos back to his residence.

Use it.

Although he knew it was not kind, but when Garlan saw Shemur carrying the unconscious Heymos back on his shoulders, he couldn't help but find it funny.

He felt that he could use this scene to laugh at Heymos for ten years in the future.

Also, that guy is so burned that he can still pretend to be nonchalant, so that no one else can see it. This is really...

Garlan complained so privately to Tal.

"Huh? Then how did you see it, Your Highness? Is it just because you are breathing faster?"

Tar asked curiously.

"........."

Because for such a long time, Heymos didn't even look at him.

This is very abnormal.

You know, Heymos' eyes had always been on him before.

It was naturally impossible for Garlan to say the above answers.

He casually ambiguously said a few words to Tal and dealt with it.

After lunch, Garlan thought about it, and went to Heymos' residence, intending to visit him.

As soon as he stepped into the palace, the middle-aged female officer in charge had already come out to greet him and saluted him.

From the mouth of the female official, I learned that after Heymos was sent back in the morning, the doctor came over, left a few packs of medicine after checking, and asked the female official to make a soup and let Prince Heymos take it as soon as possible .

And Heymos had woken up not too long ago.

However, the middle-aged female officer couldn't see a look of relief on her face, but was very distressed.

Seeing the embarrassing look of the female officer, who hesitated to speak, Garlan took the initiative to ask.

"what happened?"

"Your Highness Garlan, Prince Heymos..."

The female officer glanced around, then lowered her voice and said to Garlan.

"He refuses to drink the soup."

Gallan: "..."

By the way, almost forgot.

Heymos likes sweet things, and especially dislikes bitter things.

Garlan was speechless.

It's just that he didn't expect that he wouldn't even drink the decoction for healing.

"The decoction was brought in, but Lord Heymos refused to drink it all the time. Your Highness, please help me persuade him."

Looking at the female officer with a troubled expression on her face, Garlan nodded helplessly.

After all, Heymos's fever had something to do with him.

When Garlan stepped into Heymos' bedroom, he saw Heymos lying sideways on the bed.

The jet-black hair was scattered on the snow-white pillow, and the man was lying quietly, his brown cheeks were a little abnormally red at the moment.

His sharp eyes, which would be shocking to look at on weekdays, were closed, and he looked peaceful.

Sweat was still oozing from his forehead, and a few strands of black hair stuck to his forehead.

The thin lips were pursed tightly, revealing a little uncomfortable emotion.

A bowl of steaming soup was placed on the table beside the bed.

Heymos just closed his eyes to rest his mind, but did not fall asleep, and opened his eyes as soon as Garlan approached.

The slender eyelashes were only lifted slightly, but they were not fully opened, half-opened, making the eyes look much slender.

He looked at Garlan without moving his eyes, revealing an indescribable emotion.

That formidable man who was so powerful on the battlefield and was called the Black Knight by everyone, the young man who was usually like a sharp blade, was lying quietly on the bed at this moment, looking at him eagerly, he was actually a kind of childish man. Such a cute feeling.

Seeing Heymos' abnormally flushed cheeks due to fever, and his rare listless appearance, Garland suddenly felt a little complicated and a little soft-hearted.

"Drink the medicine?"

he said softly.

His slightly chapped lips pursed, Heymos glanced at the bowl of soup in disgust, and said a word with a frown.

"bitter."

"..."

Are you a child, think medicine is bitter?

Do you want others to coax you to eat?

"I am fine."

Heymos got up, leaned against the head of the bed, looked at Garlan who was standing beside the bed and said.

"Even if you don't take medicine, just sleep well."

He said this, but his voice seemed a little hoarse, fine sweat oozes from his forehead, and a few strands of dark forehead hair stick to the skin.

Garlan didn't think much, just bent down subconsciously, reached out and touched Heymos' forehead.

It was still very hot, not much worse than in the morning.

He was thinking like this, but he didn't notice the hand he was touching the other's forehead. Heymos looked at him deeply, revealing a bit of sharpness.

It's just that the sharpness instantly subsided when Garlan looked over, making it impossible for people to see it anymore.

"Drink the medicine."

The boy who straightened up said that he resigned to his fate and started his task of coaxing people.

"I'll get you candied fruit."

"No, I don't want to eat."

Garlan is a little strange, Heymos usually likes to eat this kind of extremely sweet candied fruit, but now he actually says he doesn't want to eat it?

"Then... sweet cake?"

"No."

"Honey ice milk?"

"No."

"Then what exactly do you want?... Forget it, I'll just bring it all over and see for yourself."

Garlan had a headache, he turned around and wanted to leave, intending to go out and order the female officer to bring all the sweets.

However, just as he turned his head, before his body could move, a hand stretched out abruptly.

Heymos grabbed his wrist.

The boy subconsciously turned around.

Heymos, who was still leaning on the head of the bed just now, leaned forward, his right hand tightly grasping his wrist, refusing to let go.

"Do not want any."

His once sharp eyes were now half-opened, looking towards Garlan.

The golden-red eyes were covered with a light mist, lost their sharpness, and became a little more hazy.

There is a huge contrast with the usual appearance, people look at it, and they will unconsciously be moved and softened.

Grasping Garlan's wrist with one hand, Heymos looked up at Garlan.

On the handsome side cheeks like the morning glow, the roughly carved lapis lazuli earrings on the earlobe reflected a ray of light.

Her thin lips, which were redder than usual, moved.

The already deep voice was a little hoarse at the moment, and even lowered a few degrees.

It was like grains of sand rubbing and falling down, if there was nothing there, it penetrated into the bottom of my heart.

He said, "I want you."

The foggy flame-colored gem eyes looked at the young man, and the low voice made the heart tremble.

…………

Garlan looked down at Heymos.

Then, a hard one.

He took back the hand that was held.

The golden eyes narrowed slightly, and the boy bent his eyes and smiled brightly at Heymos.

He said, "No."

Heymos: "..."