Narcissus and Poison

The night darkened.

While looking at the boundless thick fog, Augusta looked forward to something with a sad mood.

Under the tower and by the roadside, the soldiers were ordered by the knight commander to go back to rest.

Two people sprang out from the shadow of the woods by the roadside.

"Seul..." Astor said feebly, "What day is it today..."

"Nineteenth, Lord Astor."

"Oh, nineteen days..." the former knight commander murmured;

He added, "It turns out that we have been in prison for two weeks."

Shursena was silent for a while, then agreed: "Yes."

……

Shulsena lied to the two who had no information at all.

"His Majesty the King has confirmed that Master Astor will be executed the day after tomorrow."

In this regard, Astor can only be thankful that he sent his mother and only sister to the countryside to hide before leaving.

And Augusta is completely collapsed.

"Let me tell my father!..." cried the prince hysterically.

"Father said he won't see you, and he won't accept anyone's intercession in any form," Fernan said coldly.

Xiu Er looked at the weeping young prince with sympathetic eyes.

He said: "Your Highness, if you really love Master Astor so much, the only way this subordinate can fulfill you is to get you some poisoned wine..."

"Poison wine?" Fernan frowned, "That's a forbidden product, are you going to risk your life to find this kind of thing and bring it to the palace?"

Shulsena smiled: "Lord Astor is my important master, His Royal Highness Augusta is a prince whom I respect, and I swear to die without regret."

"How?" Shursena asked, "Would you like it?"

"I am willing!...Just let me see Astor again!" Augusta yelled irrationally. The life without sunlight mixed with painful thoughts has made this carefree young man want to die.

"I will bring Master Astor," Shursena said softly.

……

In the dim tower, there are only two lights swaying in the wind, casting irregular shadows on the rough walls; they seem to be watching each other.There was a hint of grimness in this scene, and more desolation.

Shursena stared coldly at the two youths who fell on the ground, they almost lost their breath.

He made a gesture, and a servant of the Senna family rushed up from the stairs, and carried Astor, who had drunk the drug, according to the master's instructions.

Shursena kicked the pale Augusta.

"Let's go."

At the same time, Fernan stood by his father's bedside.

The old king coughed weakly, completely different from the prestige he had forced to do a few days ago.It seemed that he was dying of old age and terminally ill.

He rolled cloudy eyes, so old that it was almost impossible to recognize that this was the ruler.

Yes, the former king always looked like he would not admit defeat.

It was death that made him surrender now.

He tried hard to roll his slack eyeballs.Then it was difficult to distinguish the eldest son standing by the bed.

He was focused and sad, and Fernan took in all these emotions calmly.

"Fernan..."

Fernan watched him silently—the man he had hated for 15 years.

"……sorry……"

"I'm sorry...? What are you sorry for?" Fernan smiled indifferently and raised his head, in fact to hide the shock and emotion in his eyes.

"I'm sorry..." the old king murmured.

It seemed that the grievances between their father and son could only be resolved by this constant apology that exhausted his last strength.

Fernan still had a disdainful and cold expression.Reflected in the eyes of the old man who was watching him closely.

He didn't know that his revenge had already been completed in the process.

The old king gasped for breath.

"...I just want to know why you treated my mother like that," Fernand said, actually thinking he was talking to himself, because he didn't expect to get an answer from the dying person at all.

But his father's eyes widened suddenly, and two hands like dead bark stretched out, scratching in mid-air, as if trying to grab something.

He suddenly calmed down again, and his eyes seemed to regain some clarity.

"...Fernan..."

His voice was old and dry, but it was as clear as a flash of light.

"……sorry."

"I love your mother...but she...doesn't love me..."

The old king raised his completely blind eyes.

"She's crazy... there's nothing I can do..."

I love her so much and she's going to kill me.

Do you believe me, Fernan, the child I have neglected for many years.

I don't have the courage to face you, your eyes always condemn me.Cowardly, I wish I could escape.

Or maybe you look so much like her... no, it's because of your mean look, your weird temper... I'm afraid of you.

"...Please forgive me, Fernand..."

So I married that woman who looked like her but was nothing like her so that I could enjoy the admiration and cherishment I never had from her...

"What other wish do you have, father," Fernand interrupted the old king's endless apology.

"...I just hope...you don't kill Augusta," said the old man with difficulty.

"I won't," but he may have been killed by someone else at this moment.

A cloudy tear flowed slowly from the old king's eyes, and slowly fell down along the wrinkles and grooves on his face, wetting his beard that had not been groomed for a long time.

He closed his eyes heavily.

Fernan stared at his father's face, which was strange and distant, and death separated them again.No matter what, I can't tell the difference—this is the man who held himself in his arms and smiled softly at him 20 years ago! ...

Fernan took a deep breath.

By this point, he seemed to have reached a level of reconciliation with past brooding.

The resentment in his heart, together with his father's soul, died away with the midnight wind.

He pushed open the door, and the attendants outside were silent.

At this time, the queen suddenly rushed over, grabbed Fernand, and cried, "You...you devil! You killed your father and Augusta."

Her fingers were so strong.It seemed to be hanging on Fernan's body, and it seemed that the real purpose was to drag him down, all the way to hell.

"I don't," Fernand said, with a rare trace of tiredness and human emotion in his tone.

"You go back."

Everyone retreated silently.Fernand stretched out a hand to pull up the weeping woman.

"You are no longer queen, auntie."

"You can tell me why my mother gave her life for her mistake."

Augusta's mother, the younger sister of the former queen, raised her head. She looked unprecedentedly old and shriveled, even far older than her actual age.

"Sister has never loved His Majesty," she said dreamily, her eyes seemed to be looking into the distance.

"Your Majesty is so kind to her, but she always has only...Eric Mello in her eyes."

His Majesty loved her so much, but she wanted to assassinate him.

She's gone insane.

I took her place with a vision of the love my sister would receive.

The king knelt before the haughty woman.

"What are you doing, forgive me?" she asked, in a nervous tone.

She was not like this before.

How different love was from the affection she could give to the king.

But he wanted to put her under house arrest to play this kind of one-sided love game.

"...For the sake of you and my child Fernand..."

"No!" The queen was hysterical, "I don't want to see your vulgar and stupid face again!"

……

Ah, she loved this tortured man, even though his pain was veiled by the cruelty of despair.

His gentle gleam still flashed to the child—to Augusta; but the complicated look he gave Fernand made her feel jealous for her son.

"Ah..." She cried out in pain and let go of her hands, "Fernan!..."

"I just ask you one thing... let Augusta go! Save him!"

"What's wrong with him," Fernand whispered.

"He's passed out...he's been poisoned!..."

He is not dead yet.

Poison wine should be killed immediately.

Sure enough, Fernan's brows were a little relaxed, and he knew that that guy had no poisonous wine that could really poison people to death.

The author has something to say: a bloody chapter...Shakespeare's routines are played very low...I can't help it.