Narcissus and Poison

In April, the royal city was surrounded by dark rain; even the spring flowers in the mountains and plains outside the city seemed to be infected with an atmosphere of mourning.

In the stone castle where the kings of all dynasties worked and lived, all the officials were in panic.

"Have you heard about the incident with Prince Augusta..."

"...it's unbelievable."

"Isn't it, His Majesty must be very angry..."

"It's not just anger! And... there's no need to talk about the heir to the throne now."

"Prince Augusta was imprisoned in that tower..."

"It's ironic...that tower used to punish Prince Fernand's mother..."

"...Speaking of which, how is Artesmelo?"

"Does it need to be said, he was imprisoned as a criminal... It is said that his subordinates are guarding him! Besides, everyone in the Melo family will not have a good life!"

"Oh, that's really..."

There was a lot of discussion between the ruling and opposition parties.

At this time, the king came to court, and everyone gradually quieted down; those who participated in the discussion just now were especially guilty.

"You should know what I'm going to announce today!" The king was a man in his sixties and described as capable. At this moment, he had a gloomy and furious expression, not to mention exerting a strong coercion on everyone present.

His beard trembled, every word seemed to be anger spreading from the ground.

"...Augusta, starting from today, I will be imprisoned in the tower for three months, and I will reflect on myself! - The charge is... that I left the royal city with the criminal Astmelo in private, with evil intentions! Violating the promise of being a prince conscious!

"Criminal Astormelo! For inducing the prince to make mistakes, he will lose his title and fiefdom! And will be matched to the border city of Roosevelt this winter!"

After roaring, the king retreated angrily.

The ministers immediately looked at each other.

Everyone knows that things are not as simple as "leaving the royal city privately".

"It's a pity..." At this time, a minister suddenly whispered, "Obviously those two people are so young and promising, but because of this kind of thing..."

"I heard it was discovered by Prince Fernan."

"It's really... an unreasonable hobby!"

At this moment, in an old and ugly small building attached to the castle, one of the subjects of discussion—Astermello—is being held.

"Master Astor, drink some water," said a young man wearing a high-class knight costume and knelt in front of the prisoner. He was Astor's former subordinate who was in charge of guarding, and now Shursena who replaced Astor's position.

"No...thank you, Senna..."

A weak voice floated from the already chapped lips.

Xiu Er fixedly looked at the emaciated appearance of the person in front of him, and bit his lips.

Astor's face was covered with a death-like shadow, weak and desperate; his whole body was surprisingly clean and tidy.Right now, if he wasn't still talking, everyone would think that the 20-year-old former knight commander was a corpse.

His pale and thin face was still beautiful, maybe it was this dead silence and melancholy that emphasized that beauty that was more radiant than ever before.

A few strands of flaxen-gold hair rested on his smooth and beautiful forehead as if sick; the deep eyebrows and eyes still exuded an attractive enough to confuse people's hearts—the pair of emerald eyes were shrouded in a gray shadow at this time, but they still couldn't hide them. They are born with brilliance.This is a living statue, an achievement that Michelangelo could not achieve, a masterpiece of the gods; yet at this moment, he is like an outcast in a corner of the world.

"Senna... Senna!" Astor groaned.

Shursena's expression changed, and he leaned closer to him, asking in an extremely gentle voice, "Master Astor, do you have any orders?" It was no different from when he served in the past.

Astmelo is the master of his beauty, the ruler of his soul.This young man was extraordinary, and mortals envied his extraordinary and imposed this fragile illusion on him—in the heart of this loyal man, a very crazy fantasy emerged.

"How is your Highness..." Astor's eyes welled up with tears—but because of the dryness of his body, the tears did not flow out of his eyes.

Senna was silent for a moment, and replied: "Prince Augusta's situation...is similar to yours."

Hearing this, Astor's pale, slightly numb face distorted in grief, the bitten lip slowly oozes bright red blood, and flows down the beautifully lined jaw shockingly.But when Senna watched all this, his expression only changed, and there was a gloomy coldness in his eyes that Astor didn't know.

"...I beg you, please... Senna..." The hoarse voice was even more haggard than before, full of confusion and collapse, just like a withered flower that has not seen the rain for a long time, seeking warmth from the sunless night sky. "I'm dying...I..."

The young man who had been obedient suddenly let out a low growl, interrupting Astor: "You will not die!" Astor said: "Please grant my request!" "No!" Astor was startled—although he Knowing that most of them will be rejected, but puzzled by the unusual excitement.

Perhaps looking at Astor's expression of confusion, injury, and anxiety, Senna gradually calmed down, frowned, and said in a still displeased tone: "...I can't send you a letter, even a message. !"

After a pause, he turned around helplessly and unbearably, half-truthfully trying to escape Astor's gaze, "The guards on both sides are so tight now, doing unnecessary things is just harming yourself—— And His Royal Highness Augusta!"

There was no further response behind him; the sound of the rejected prisoner slowly sliding down the wall came to his ears—dull, depressing, and full of despair... Especially for himself, there is a kind of harshness that is unknown to outsiders .

go to hell!go to hell!go to hell! ... There was a voice cursing in my heart, but it was definitely not aimed at Astmelo.

Keeping calm and without looking back, Senna walked out of the cell and locked the door carefully.

At this moment, the people in the cell suddenly spoke.

As if refreshed, with a voice full of vigor and true chivalry that Senna has not had for a long time, calm and decisive:

"One day, I will find out that scumbag..."

When Senna heard this, his figure flickered, and then he laughed lightly: "Yes!...I will always be by your side and assist you..."

The author has something to say: Well, Chapter 1 is the later part of the whole story!The next chapter begins with cause and effect.