Narcissus and Poison

The king has two sons.

The king did not like his ex-wife. Twenty years ago, when Prince Fernan was five years old, the king ordered the queen, Fernan's mother, to be imprisoned in an iron tower.A year later, she died in the tower.

No one cared what the young Fernand thought.

Six months later, the king remarried.At this time, the new queen was three months pregnant-although everyone pretended not to know it.Of course, that was indeed the king's child.

Soon, the king's youngest son was born.

He is Augusta, the expected and blessed child, the king's darling -- the lucky one who is different from his half-brother.

Still no one would care what Fernan thought.

The crowd was laughing and singing, and he quietly passed through the almost crowded banquet hall, slipping past the red-faced father who was toasting with his retainers... No one would care about him—this melancholy and cowering skinny kid.

He thought so.

"Hey, Your Highness Fernando!"

Without paying attention, he bumped into a tall figure head-on.

The man bent down and said softly, "Where are you going?"

In the hazy memory, the slightly curly flaxen golden hair is like the sunlight reflected on the stone pillars of the balcony at dusk, and the eyebrows and eyes are not as beautiful as adult men, but it reminds people of the pretty water nymphs in the murals.But that face has the lines of a resolute man.

Eric Mello - hereditary knight commander, the king's bodyguard.

Fernand stammered shyly, and Eric Mello blinked again: "Aren't you going to see your brother?..."

"Don't go!" Fernand's face flushed a little, and he mustered up the courage to shout at the knight as if losing his temper.For a moment, some people around him looked over.

Mello was a little embarrassed when the king's voice came from the other side: "Eric, what are you doing? Come here!"

"...His Royal Highness Fernan," Eric Mello gave him a worried look—it had been a long time since anyone looked at him like that; finally he stood up and walked towards the king.

... That night, as usual, I wrapped myself in the quilt tightly, and had the same dream as before.

The mother was lying on the ground with disheveled hair, and a few maids with blurred faces hurriedly grabbed her hands and feet.

"Don't! Don't!" The former queen's face was so emaciated that it was unbearable to look at. The depression and pain accumulated for a long time tore up such a beauty bestowed by God.She howled heart-piercingly, tears running down her wrinkled cheeks.

"Your Majesty..." Eric hesitated with his raised hand, and he couldn't bear to frown, "Is this okay?"

"This woman has gone mad, locked up in the tower."

The king was cold and impatient, and turned away after giving his order.

When he was young, he hid in his mother's closet and looked out through a crack in the wooden cabinet; his body was shaking, but he couldn't move his eyes no matter what.

That was the last time he saw his mother.

... I don't know how many times I woke up from cold tears.

He curled up in the small attic.

There was continuous laughter and laughter from the main hall.

Fifteen years have passed in the blink of an eye.

How could it be forgotten—it was one of the anniversaries he hated the most.

His precious brother, Augusta's 15th birthday.

No one is surprised how the 22-year-old prince disappeared without a trace - or rather, they almost forgot about him.

He stumbled down the stairs—probably a little dizzy from staying in the dark for so long.

Rubbing her temples, she walked toward the hall.

Looking around the hall, he raised his eyebrows: Isn't it his golden brother standing in the middle, surrounded by a group of rich children and noble ladies?

Augusta was carefully groomed by his mother, and she looked even more handsome and lovely; at the age of 15, her eyebrows and eyes were still childish—especially those clear and carefree eyes, which made Fernan come to see her gas.He was born with an elegant demeanor, and his smile was full of shyness, just like an angel.

Fernan sneered and was about to walk away when a voice suddenly called him: "His Royal Highness Fernan!"

The familiar sense of anxiety made Fernan's mouth twitch.

Looking back, I saw a young man who was a little younger than Augusta, with broad shoulders, slender waist, slender figure, a handsome face, and a gentle expression with firmness. He was wearing an enamel blue embroidered dress. He was indeed an orthodox nobleman. However, the hands that were exposed to the other party's gaze without concealment were covered with calluses and scars.

Even Fernand, who doesn't like anything, can't help sighing in his heart: It's worthy of being a royal family of knights!

Instead, he thought that his father had made an appointment with Eric Mello early on to make Eric's eldest son—this is the 16-year-old Aster Mello—as a personal guard for Augusta, and he felt another heartache. A bad breath surged up.

Fernan said coldly, "What's the matter, Your Excellency Astor?"

Astmelo smiled slightly, revealing two lovely dimples. "His Royal Highness Augusta has been complaining about not seeing you for the past few days. He will be very happy when the brothers meet today."

Just at this moment, Augusta found them and walked over happily: "Aster! Brother..."

The little prince was innocent and ignorant of the world, and his eyes were full of sincere joy when he looked at Fernan, which made Fernan feel a little uncomfortable for a moment.

Suddenly, Astor put one hand on Augusta's shoulder and said: "Your Highness, chat slowly, and your subordinates will not disturb the brother's conversation anymore." Then he turned and left.Astor should have been unintentional, and acted as usual; but Fernan caught a glimpse of Augusta's face, especially the earlobe, and a blush appeared.

"..." Fernan narrowed his eyes, seeming to realize something.

So when Augusta twitched and said "yes" to Astor and turned around and saw his always indifferent brother staring at him with deep meaning, he was horrified for a moment, and then said a little shyly: "Brother today I'm glad I'm here..."

"Well, are the father and queen mother okay?"

"They're fine," after the answer, Augusta said with a hint of confusion again: "Why don't you go and see them yourself? Both the king and the queen will be very happy."

Fernan smiled and thought to himself: I am afraid that you are the only one in this world who would be happy to see me.What a complete fool.

After getting rid of all annoying hypocritical procedures, Fernand returned to his bedroom.

Lying on the couch, the eldest son of the king was thoughtful.For a moment, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth—but it quickly disappeared.

"Forget it." Turning over, Fernand said to himself, "Even if I know, what's the point?"

The author has something to say: The appearance of the elder brother to provoke, the superficial villain? (In fact, he is the villain) But his life experience is quite tragic...so as the author, he has a soft heart ==