Holder Manor Secret

They finally kissed again.

After a long time and a long distance, from the cold snow in Rhys Town to the seemingly never-ending rain outside the hotel, after experiencing enough loneliness and regret, they were finally embraced by the love of this life again.

Vincent sniffed Edward's scent lightly. Perhaps because of the long journey, Edward's hair was mixed with dampness and bitterness. He sniffed him like chewing a dew-stained leaf.Was he ever this smell?Had he ever been kissed like this?War brings too much blood and filth, which covers up and rewrites the distant memories of soldiers.

I forgot about you, almost.

Did Vincent fantasize about meeting again?Yes.In the dust full of gunpowder, in the thick foreign mud, in the dirty and bloody trenches.Soldiers read a crumpled letter with their heads down, talking nonsense about girls.Their girls always had freckled cheeks and very red lips, and they fell in love with them, proposed to them, and left.

"In the country, I once proposed to a man." Yes, he could have said that, and the soldiers would coax him into more details and let out good-natured laughter.

But he will receive no letters, and no one will wait for him to return.

The king died, and William ascended the throne smoothly.The duke lost his power, but his wife remained as a duchess.Now they've been together long enough to quarrel with each other until death do them part.

Everyone got what they deserved, and who should make up for what Vincent deserved?He escaped from the vortex of power, and fought in frontiers and foreign countries for his nominal king and de facto brother.He bled countless times and healed countless times.There were moments when he would forget that he had kissed the downcast eyes of his lover in that winter when the fire was burning.Then the war is over and Vincent survives, so he should also survive the dead love.

Yes, he could forget him, as all nobles should.He will gain glory, marriage, and heirs in the royal city, and he will never set foot in the fertile land where the minerals are buried, and he will never set foot in a gentleman's secret garden.

But fate is always cruel to them, and always full of tenderness.

Vincent meets Edward again.

When he watched him, when he held him, when he passed out in his arms.

Everything, everything that had happened, every scene, every moment, he remembered.

Why come into my life like a deer in spring, bring me throbbing pain and longing, then run away cruelly, leaving a bloody wreck.

You betrayed me.

You found me again.

Edward's hair was pulled by Vincent, sobbing vaguely in pain.But Vincent will not soften his heart for this, he cherishes him, he tramples on him, he gives him everything, he deprives him of everything.This is a price of pennies, and Edward needs to pay enough to be worth it.

The candles were extinguished, and the sound of the never-ending rain drowned everything out.The continuous rain washed the barren land, washing away the silt and filth.God will sleep peacefully this night, and he will leave a little time for sins to grow, and a night of sleeplessness and fear for sinners.

Edward woke up to the sound of birds chirping.The rain had stopped, and the bright sunlight poured into the small room, bringing him a gentle warmth.

Vincent had already left, and there was a plate of unheated food on the table.Edward touched the somewhat hard bread. It should be soft and full of aroma when it was just out of the oven. The aroma seemed to have appeared in his sleep.

Edward sat down and finished the unappetizing food slowly.

The food filled his withered stomach slowly, and he felt an almost empty happiness.He was easily satisfied, satisfied by the cold, dry bread.

Edward sat for a moment in a daze.

There are not too many times like this, he is always busy, for the manor, for Mary, for his dignity and status.His heart was filled with all kinds of emotions that made him work hard to leave Vincent and pursue him wholeheartedly.

But at this moment, he is peaceful.

Vincent will always take care of him, will always trust him, like a beast that can never learn to speak, no matter what experiences it suffers, it can't lose its instinct.It will always approach the person who has hurt it, bite him with its teeth, and warm him with its fur.

Edward stroked the empty plate tenderly, as if he were touching some precious china.He finally saw through the young man, and Vincent would forgive him no matter how many times he begged him.

He loves him.

Love is an amazing right.

Edward lazily sat back on the bed, as if he had gone back to the distant past, Vincent hid him in his room, kissed and played with him over and over again, like a child looking through his treasure.Although this does not correspond to the situation at the time, the memory is always beautified.

I can wait for him to come back and come back here.

Edward thought.He didn't have to think about so many people and so many things, he was like a woman who had been dazzled, and only wanted to wait for her husband's return in the small room.

The door was knocked.

Edward opened the door with a smile from the heart, and the vague dream made him groggy.But he soon woke up, and the young, clumsy servant stood outside the door, holding his clothes and boots, looking at him anxiously.

"Owner……"

His voice became timid because of Edward's suddenly stern face.

"why you?"

"The officer asked me to come...he said you might need these..." the servant explained in a low voice.

"What about others?"

"They left early in the morning."

Emotion was pulled from Edward's chest, and then rushed in again.He took a deep breath, and the servant quickly supported him.

"Let go!"

Edward opened the servant's hand, and he stumbled to the side of the bed, flipping the quilt to the floor.Anger swept through him, and he was almost shaking his fingers.

The servant stood timidly aside, the boots he was holding had fallen to the ground, and he was only holding on to a few pieces of clothing.He was too frightened to even kneel down to pick up the boots.

"Damn! Damn!"

Edward wandered around the room, Vincent's things had disappeared, he didn't even leave a piece of clothing or a single glove.

He left him again.

one more time.

Edward propped himself up on the table. Not long ago, he was still full of food and immersed in boundless fantasies.Now everything was shattered like the surface of a lake of falling stones, and he was abandoned in a cold, small, dilapidated house.

Love is not his right.

"Owner……"

The servant boldly called to him.Edward gradually regained his senses. He looked at the fear and worry on the boy's face, but he couldn't comfort him easily.

Who will comfort him again?

Edward sat down at the table exhausted.The room was already in a mess, only the plates on the table were still safely in their original positions.Edward stared at the trivial things on the plate, then suddenly stretched out his hand and picked up the plate.

He finally found what Vincent had left for him.

Hidden by a plate, lying on a mottled table, a penny.