empty crown

"Like you and me?" Eric put his head on Harry's shoulder, making a rare erotic joke.

Harry didn't make a sound, just silently put the dagger on the bedside table, then got up and put on his clothes slowly.

Eric saw the dried blood on Harry's thigh, and frowned: "Let me clean it up for you..."

"No need...it's almost dawn...you should go." Harry finished dressing, glanced at the blood-stained bed sheet, pulled it off silently, crumpled it up and threw it in a corner: "A little while It’s not good to be found out.”

"Okay...promise me, take care of yourself." Eric hugged Harry and kissed Harry's forehead.

"I will..." Harry forced a smile.

"I'll see you again in a few days..." Eric hugged Harry greedily again.

"..." Harry didn't make a sound, just let Eric hug him: "Let's go..."

"Then I'm leaving." Eric kissed Harry's lips, got up and walked out the door.

Harry leaned against the door frame and watched Eric's figure getting farther and farther away, his hands gripping his clothes tighter and tighter. He watched Eric turn the corner and look back at him reluctantly, before finally disappearing completely.

"Farewell... Iused to love..." Harry trembled, and he felt a cold tear hit his wrist.

I'm sorry Eric...I'm sorry...I promised my father, I swear to God...I will give up my everything for the country, I will never put my personal interests above the country...I will definitely You can't put your feelings ahead of your country...

Eric, goodbye...

Harry stumbled back into the room, grabbing Eric's dagger, as if it was still warm from Eric... Harry gently pressed his cheek against the handle of the dagger.

farewell……

succession

The old king died.

On a cold winter night.

Harry stared blankly at the old face that had lost all vitality, without shedding a single tear.

Before he died, the old king put the crown on Harry's head with his own hands, and then, as if he had finished the last thing in this world, he sighed reassuringly and closed his eyes forever.

"My lord, the coronation ceremony is about to begin..." The little guard looked respectfully at Harry, who was wearing a luxurious black dress robe. The cynical smile on Harry's face had faded completely, and his smile that should have been shining The eyes of the sly light had become cold and serious, and the whole person looked calm and majestic, exuding an aura of a king from the inside out.

The little guard felt that the unrestrained prince he saw before seemed as if he had never appeared in this world before. The king who ruled the world in front of him was so dazzling, but for some reason it made him feel extremely strange.

Harry closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was only calm and majesty in those green pupils, and he said in a low voice, "Let's go."

When Harry walked into the main hall, the whispers of the people became quiet the moment they touched Harry. They were sensitively aware that the dissolute little prince seemed to be a little different.

Harry calmly walked up to the seat where the old king used to sit, but he didn't sit down. Harry glanced at the people with different expressions, opened his mouth slowly, and said clearly in standard English: "I used to be unrestrained, wasted Nianhua, now that my prodigal son has turned back and returned to the right path, he will rule the world from now on, and his power will shake the world." After speaking, Harry slowly sat on the throne, his majestic gaze swept over everyone, and everyone was impressed by his kind The breath exuded was deeply overwhelmed, and they knelt down at Harry's feet one by one.

"Now...I'm going to summon the Parliamentary Court...the coronation ceremony will begin now." Looking at the dark crowd, Harry announced in an emotionless tone.

Walking on the street, Eric felt that the atmosphere was very unusual. He immediately sensed that something must have happened. In the past few days, he hurried back to the dark forest to prepare some wound medicine, and hurried back to bring it to Harry. When we arrived at the gate of the city, we saw everyone facing the direction of the palace chattering and discussing something.

"What's going on?" Eric frowned, and asked a random person beside him.

"What else can happen, Prince Harry is about to succeed!" The man gave Eric a disgusted look, "I've been preparing for the coronation these days, don't you know?"

Hal succeeded to the throne──! ?

The old king is dead?

So many things happened during the time I went to the dark forest!

Eric couldn't help feeling worried, he hurried through the crowd and ran towards the palace.

Just when he got near the palace, Eric saw Harry wearing a golden crown and a bright red robe, walking out surrounded by the crowd, and there were deafening shouts all around him.

"God save my king! God save my king!"

He saw his little prince holding a golden planet representing the entire universe in his left hand, and a golden scepter in his right hand representing the right to rule the planet. On his head, he wore a The golden laurel crown, which symbolizes supreme glory and power, seemed to be shrouded in light from top to bottom, and Eric couldn't help but knelt down at his feet along with the crowd.

Eric saw Harry getting closer and closer to him, and he knew that Harry must have seen him. He knew that although those cold eyes made Eric feel a little strange, Eric was still happy for Harry.

Suddenly, a group of disheveled people rushed out from the crowd. Eric was startled and recognized that they were the guys who often hang out with Harry in the tavern. Those people saw Harry ascend the throne and became king, and thought that they could rely on their previous hangouts with Harry. The friendship benefited from it, as if seeing an egg with a crack in it, they swarmed over, threw themselves at Harry's feet, and kissed Harry's robe.

Just when Eric was about to rush forward to help Harry solve these troubles, he saw Harry turn his head coldly, staring at the group of people crawling under his feet, using the voice that Eric had heard countless times, but it was extremely strange and cold Tone, slowly said: "I don't know you, kneel down and pray, this messy beard, blue eyes...how incompatible with your funny behavior, there will always be in my dreams Such a person..."

Eric's heart seemed to be frozen by something, he saw Harry's eyes looking at him, the green eyes that were once as warm as a lake in March, now seemed to be blown by a biting cold wind, he looked at Harry coldly Using the lips and tongue that Eric has kissed countless times, spit out strange words: "But now I wake up from the dream, I hate this dream, don't think that I am still the same as before, the heavens can learn from me, I have abandoned the past me, and I am still the same. There are those old friends of mine..."

And my former lover...

"From now on, you are not allowed to come within ten kilometers of me, and you are exiled..." After Harry finished speaking, he took a deep look at Eric, turned around resolutely and walked away, facing the guard of honor, coldly spit out short and commanding words Language: "Seton."

From then on, I am separated from you. I am the king of the British Empire, and I only live for my own country.

Eric looked at Harry's back and felt his blood froze - he must have heard it wrong... it must have been... those words must not have been addressed to himself, but to those bloody clowns who were trying to share his honor We say...he loves me, I can feel...he loves me...

Clutching the bottle of medicine for Harry tightly in his hand, Eric stepped across the line of guards.

Eric injured many guards, but he was finally powerless in the face of batch after batch of replacements. He was forced to press down and knelt down in front of Harry.

Harry's eyes didn't stay on Eric for a second, but he just ordered him to be taken to the palace in a low voice, and he would deal with it after the coronation ceremony was over.

"Hal!!! Hal!!!" Eric shouted his lover's name hoarsely.

Harry turned his head, glanced at Eric, slowly opened his red lips and said, "Wild man, my name is Henry!"

Yes...Henry...

It wasn't Harry anymore, and it wasn't his Hal anymore...

But the King of the British Empire, Henry...

On the third day Eric stayed in the dungeon, the guard finally opened the door. He looked at Eric and said impatiently, "Come on, His Majesty the King said to let you out."

"...Where is he, I want to see him..." Eric said hoarsely.

"Heh..." The guard sneered: "How can His Majesty be someone like you who just sees you!?"

"I want to see him! I want to see him!" Eric slammed the guard against the wall, put his elbow on the guard's throat, and a little force could kill the man immediately