Narcissus and Poison

Chapter 8] Hunting

At the same time, there was already a panic inside and outside the palace.

The knights who were originally in charge of Astor lost their chief inexplicably—now they are even going to "capture" Astor... They all looked at each other in blank dismay, at a loss for what to do.

Only a few people knew what was going on, but at this juncture, none of the soldiers dared to speak out—they were secretly apprehensive, and couldn't help but wonder how the king's eldest son, Fernand, would "handle" his half-brother .On weekdays, Riogusta is approachable, kind and warm, and the soldiers all respect and love him; on the contrary, they are a little disgusted with Prince Fernand's gloomy personality.Seeing such a thing with their own eyes now, most of these soldiers actually sympathized with Augusta in their hearts.

Of course, some old-fashioned people disdain this.People who don't know the truth are also suspicious: what reason does Prince Augusta have to escape?If you want to "betray" and "make yourself king", it seems that there is no need... and only Astmelo is brought.

Fernan hasn't told his father what he saw yet.

Shursena agreed to cooperate.

"If you explain things too clearly, you will only startle the snake," Xiu Er commented coldly.He stared at the prince in front of him who had not been favored by his father all the year round with disqualified eyes.

Fernan glanced at him with the same indifferent eyes, and the disgust in his heart deepened.

Shursena, the second in command of the Royal Knights, the most trusted subordinate of Astor, usually has a good personality that rivals the popular Augusta, but he is actually a real devil in private.

"You get the throne, avenge your mother, and take revenge on those who killed your mother." Shursena said this with a cold and sharp light in his eyes, but also with a patient's trance, "and I ...to get Astmelo."

Fernan looked at him with disgust, and said bluntly, "Are all of you like this?"

"Us?...Who are they?" With a mocking smile on his face, Xiuer pretended not to understand, his eyes were cold.

"What's so interesting about men," Fernand snorted. "Using all obscene and despicable methods to force a man to submit? Why is it necessary?"

He added: "You spend so much effort, you might as well be a good boy like my brother, and please your charming knight commander."

"But it's too late, isn't it?" Xiu Er sneered.

"Crazy," Fernand laughed.

"You're not much better," Shursena taunted him.

How do you understand?

Not only do I love Astmelo—not like your brother's foolish love; I hate him too—loath him, despise him, envy him.

He is so beautiful and proud, his strength makes me uneasy, his strength always suppresses me... No matter how hard I try, I can't compare to this man...

It's just so fascinating.

So I have been brewing for so long... Now, I want to possess him, tear him apart, destroy him, and then reshape him and possess him.This is one of my games and I'm sure my toy will enjoy it as much as I do. ...

Back to the present.

One-third of the troops outside the palace were mobilized-this is really enough to mobilize the army for two people...

And in the palace, the hall, it was not much better.The court ladies comforted the crying queen with all their tongues, but in fact it just made her feel more - what she should cry: this is not only a mother's nature, but also a woman (especially an authoritative and dignified woman). ) The vulnerability that should be shown in the face of nasty incidents-of course, the queen will not consider these insignificant things, after all, she is indeed very sad.

His Majesty the King stepped back and forth with anxious and chaotic steps that he had never seen before.

"Alas! my Augusta! . . . " cried the Queen hysterically—in a voice unbefitting of her ladylike airs—but no one felt anything out of place at the moment. "...My child! Where have you been?" When she was crying, there were maids handing over clean handkerchiefs, and some more noble ladies wiping her tears with face towels; she struggled to sit up again. Come: "Where's my snuff? Where's my snuff? My spirits are too weak... Ah, my head hurts..."

Augusta's mother is a middle-class noble lady, she grew up in a pedantic old aristocratic family, she was a romantic girl when she was young, and now she also has the habit of being a middle-aged lady.Fortunately, Augusta was not brought up by her alone, otherwise she would really be a spoiled son.

The king said to his wife irritably: "...Stop talking! If you have a headache, go to rest. The soldiers have already dispatched to look for it!" After speaking, he felt that he understood his wife, so he slowed down his tone and comforted her Said: "Our son Augusta has grown up, my queen, why do you need to worry so much?" He didn't want to try hard to comfort her, but he still had to save face, after all, she was the biological mother of his precious son.

The queen sobbed and said, "It's not that I'm supercilious, Your Majesty! My Augusta is already 20 years old... It's normal for young people to like to go out and play... But how could he disappear without a word... ...?"

"Hmph," the king turned away, "who knows?"

At this time, the queen suddenly said: "Your Majesty! Should we find a future wife for Augusta?"

"Oh?"

"...I think my cousin's daughter is very good..."

"Then let's get him back first!" the king yelled impatiently—he was actually very anxious.

The queen wept again as if waking from a dream.

Fernan watched all this coldly, amused.He said, "Don't worry, mother, Augusta went out with Astermello, and Astermello is a very reliable knight!"

"Reliable? If it's reliable, he shouldn't have taken Augusta out!" Fernand's stepmother yelled.

"Please don't worry, my subordinates have also dispatched," Fernan said unhurriedly, "I believe they will bring my brother back soon."

"Hmph," the queen wiped her nose with a handkerchief, "that would be the best."

Fernan smiled: "My mother should also relax a bit, my brother has always been very stable, and now this is a good experience for his age. When I was 20 years old, I always wanted to see outside. "

He paused, and then said, "What's there to see outside? He's gone out once, and he'll know that nothing compares to the palace. Maybe he'll come back by himself."

The queen suddenly felt a little creepy, she reluctantly glanced at her unlovable stepson, and felt unprecedentedly unpredictable.

"When Augusta comes back, you can talk to him about his concerns! The relationship between mother and child is very important."

With that said, Fernan turned his lower body, as if he was about to leave, and then turned around: "That's right..."

In the end, she shook her head and said, "Forget it, I shouldn't be the one to tell you these things." The queen became even more nervous. "Let Augusta tell mother herself when she comes back!"

"Get some rest, mother," Fernand bowed, "good night, I really hope to see Augusta tomorrow morning."

The king's eldest son departed; the queen collapsed on a couch padded with feather pillows, gasping for breath, "My God, what a nasty young man, it's making my heart hurt even more!" But these are not enough to say, so she just complained a lot in her heart.