The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

The archbishops withdrew from the summer palace.The main battle factions have meetings for several hours every day, so many documents that need to be signed by His Majesty are produced every day.They simply lived in.

The summer palace does not have as many rooms as the royal palace.

Fortunately, the main fighters are not the kind of lords who have to be served by three strong men for a cup of chocolate. They don't need so many houses and have a lot of soldiers, but they can be stationed not far from the Summer Palace.For the practical main fighters, this is the most important thing.

William and Alan Stone also moved in temporarily. The two always disagreed during meetings, but their rooms were still next to each other.

His Majesty did not worry too much about these matters.He was still the same as when he was in the capital, when a document was handed over, he might read it all over, or he might not read a single word.But he will always sign it.

This relaxed lifestyle allowed him to regain his strength quickly, and he could take Grace for a walk by the lake every day.The weather is finally warming up.

This lake is very different from the river Grace has been familiar with since she was a child.The water here is quiet and does not continuously "squeak" in people's ears; the shore is soft sand, not small stones.

When Grace used to go to the river, she liked to take off her shoes and walk barefoot.The small stones by the river may hurt your feet, so you have to walk carefully, but the beach is very comfortable to step on.

He likes to walk slowly on the sand, with the forefoot pushing down deliberately, and he can step on footprints where five toes can be seen.His Majesty would not take off his shoes with him, but he was willing to accompany him to move slowly, never urging him.

If he went out for a walk in the afternoon and the lake water was slightly warmer, he could step into the water and raise the hem of his skirt above his ankles.Because His Majesty ordered the servants to stand far away, it didn't matter if he showed his calf.

He was also able to shed layer upon layer of petticoats and wear only a single layer of fabric, and did away with panniers altogether.If there is anything easy-going about the main fighters with guns, it is that their clothes are generally simple, and they never cast critical eyes on his "inappropriate" clothes and hairstyle.

He was finally able to dress and comb his hair independently like a healthy adult again.

But he still hopes that Eva and Anna can come to the summer palace.

His Majesty has already approved, and other servants of the palace are slowly moving to the summer palace.People have noticed that the center of power has shifted.

"Do the two of them know your secret?" His Majesty asked as they walked.

"Eva knows, Anna doesn't," he replied.

"Did you tell her?" His Majesty followed behind him, following his footprints, "It's not like your character."

"I was seriously ill once and was about to die. Eva came to take care of me and found out. Her mouth is tighter than the archbishop's purse, and no one told me."

His Majesty was amused by his metaphor, and said, "But the archbishop was still paid a lot of money—did that illness change anything for you?"

"Why do you ask?"

"From my own experience, a serious illness can change a lot of people's minds."

Grace paused and looked back at him, "Has this illness changed your mind in any way?"

His Majesty smiled and said, "I asked first."

Grace looked down at her feet. "That illness took away two of my most important friends, so I should have changed too, but it's hard for me to describe."

"This high fever made me feel like I was resurrected from the dead." It was His Majesty's turn to answer, "The last time I had a high fever was when I was 16 years old. Before that, I was normal; after that, I lost being normal forever Possibility of a grown man."

Grace stopped and looked into his face.His Majesty's sores have all healed, and he has healed, leaving only a shallow scar.As Grace said, His Majesty has light skin, and the three small scars are not obvious, but he usually wears a half-covered mask when he sees people, covering his eyes and nose.

But at the moment it was only Grace with him, so he took off the mask.Grace saw his eyes were very calm.

"It was my mother who brought the doctor from the convent to castrate choir boys. The doctor was so good that I didn't understand what was going on. I was sick like this He also fell into a coma with a high fever, and was fed laudanum, and his perception and memory became inaccurate..."

Grace couldn't help whispering his name.

His Majesty took his hand and joined him facing the lake. "Shortly after that, my testicles shrank. I thought it was a fever, because that's what they told me. Until I met Mr. Faranelli."

"Actually, the operation was done late. I had already started to develop at that time, so I could still pretend that I would not be spotted at a glance like Mr. Faranelli. But if someone really saw my body, they would You know, the king is barren."

Grace hugged him tightly, "Why is she..."

"Are you asking why my mother did this, or why did she perform that operation on me so late?" His Majesty also hugged him, with a calm and relaxed tone, "Because she also has a young son, who was born with her at that time. By the Regent. She wanted her youngest son to be king, so she couldn't let me have an heir. But she was afraid that the child would not be able to support her—you know children die easily, especially royal children, And the fatality rate of that kind of castration is also very high. She is a cautious person, if both sons die, she is useless."

Grace hugged him tightly, "Chris, I want to comfort you, but I don't know what to say... I thought all mothers loved their children. Did your mother do anything else bad to you?"

His Majesty was silent for a while, and replied: "It may be difficult for you to understand, but I know that commoner women are not the same as noble women. In fact, I am not familiar with my mother. I was raised by court ladies, and my mother and Like all noble ladies, they only have the responsibility of procreation, not the responsibility of raising children. But I remembered, she would sometimes sing me to sleep, of course, that was before my father was suppressed by the regent... Thinking about it this way , she was also a good mother."

"Is it power that makes people change?" Grace felt very sad. "I also noticed that those things make people strange, and familiar people suddenly seem strange."

"Maybe 'he' has always been like this, it's just that you saw another face of 'him'-to change the subject, Grace, you can tell me about your past, such as your two friends, who raised you Big cook Sophie and that maid friend of yours?"

Grace's eyes widened in surprise: "Chris, why do you know everything!"

His Majesty laughed again, "I listened carefully to every word you said, unlike you, whose eyes always fall on others."

Grace didn't dare to see His Majesty anymore, and she still felt a little guilty.

"Sophie is a traditional good woman. She has never been married in her life, but she takes care of me, educates me, and keeps secrets for me like a mother." Grace said, "Olisa is the same age as me, and she has a loud voice. He likes to say funny things..." At this point, he suddenly remembered something interesting and couldn't help laughing, "She told me that the king is the tallest and strongest man in this country. So I always thought you were at least two meters tall." He also stretched out his arms and gestured, "The head must be this big, and the shoulders must be that broad."

His Majesty also smiled, "So when you saw me for the first time, you must have been a little disappointed."

Grace laughed loudly like a little hen that just laid eggs, "Yes, and you didn't even wear armor or a ten-meter-long spear at that time."

His Majesty pretended to be serious and ordered him: "Grace, take a serious look at the king of this country, isn't he good-looking?"

Turning her head, Grace saw His Majesty put the mask on, covering around the eyes and nose.This mask, like His Majesty's other supplies, is very exquisitely made, black satin, with gorgeous patterns embroidered with gold thread.The hollowed out eyes are drawn according to the shape of His Majesty's eyes. They are slender, and there is a red gem beside the pattern beside the eyes.

Grace didn't pay attention to those patterns and gemstones, he was attracted by His Majesty's eyes.He admitted that they were beautiful eyes, and that His Majesty was more wise than he thought.But at this moment, perhaps because of the reflection of the lake water, the pair of dark eyes looked brighter than usual, making him unable to help but look in, but he couldn't see to the end.

"Grace, I want to kiss you." His Majesty said suddenly, wrapping his arms around his waist.

Grace subconsciously leaned back slightly and closed her eyes.But his body was very soft, His Majesty threw him down with a little force, and the two of them fell together on the soft sand.

This is what was agreed before, he lost the bet, so he can't renege on his debt.Grace closed her eyes, feeling His Majesty right in front of him, casting a shadow over him.His Majesty's breath also fell gently on his face.

He thought of the kiss that the Earl of Arundel had given him first, and felt very sick to his stomach; but if it was His Majesty's lips, he didn't seem to find it offensive.

But he quickly remembered the kiss William had given him.This frightened him a little, and he didn't want His Majesty to kiss him as fiercely as William once did.

He involuntarily pursed his lips and closed his eyes even tighter.He felt His Majesty getting closer, and the lake was so quiet that he heard His Majesty's rapid breathing.

Then his lips were touched by another set of lips.

Grace's pounding heart eased a little, and he didn't hate it.

After that, there are light touches from various angles.His Majesty kissed him to the left corner of his mouth this time, next time he kissed his right corner, and again may kiss his lower lip.

Like playing a game, Grace couldn't help laughing.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, His Majesty poked the tip of his tongue inside.

Grace immediately twisted her body in resistance, but His Majesty suddenly became very powerful, hugged him tightly, and took his lower lip in his mouth, grinding it gently with his teeth.

Grace was worn down by him, and the strength flowed out of his fingertips like water, making his body softer and weaker.

"You don't know how to kiss." His Majesty said affirmatively, then took his upper lip and licked it tenderly, "No one has ever kissed you well."

Grace bites his lip back in retaliation and throws a handful of sand into his collar.

His Majesty laughed out loud and called him "little rascal", and the two rolled on the beach hugging each other.It was more like child's play, and Grace couldn't help laughing.

The two rolled several times together, and when they stopped, Grace became out of breath just like His Majesty.

His Majesty didn't seem to be smiling any more, looking into his eyes through the mask, there was a bit of solemnity.Grace looked at him, suddenly felt intense shyness, and wondered what it was, it was just a kiss, it was not that he had never kissed anyone before, and it was not intense.But he just couldn't help being shy.

He was too ashamed to look into His Majesty's eyes again, turned his head to look at the lake, and suddenly exclaimed: "There is a white goose!"

"It's a swan." His Majesty corrected him.

"A swan? This is a swan! How can there be a swan here?" Grace shouted in surprise. He thought that swans only appeared in fairy tales.

"I raised it."

Grace looked at him in surprise, but her lips were caught again. While being kissed, she heard His Majesty say, "I raised them. There are twelve swans in this lake, all of which were raised by me." His Majesty also said Touching his face, parting his lips with a thumb, saliva on the fingertips.His Majesty's fingertips became moist, and they touched Grace's lips lightly, and then went deeper, pried open his teeth, and fiddled with the tip of his tongue.

Grace bit his finger without too much force, and did not avoid the tip of her tongue. She licked his fingertips lightly, and then asked, "Did you really raise twelve swans?"

"Really." His Majesty held his face and leaned down, "Grace, let me tell you what a real kiss is."