Moonlight Love Poem

Cyril's face turned even paler.

"...I didn't think so." He forced his courage and looked at the emperor, "You won't kill me."

"Why do you think so?" Aldridge laughed, "Ansair is not here, even if he is here, he can't interfere with my behavior."

Speaking of this, his eyes flashed, and there was undisguised malice on his face: "Besides, you are the chief culprit for making him disappear, what do you think he will think of you?"

Cyril wanted to say something, but her voice was hoarse, and she couldn't say anything.

After a long time, he whispered: "But I'm not his real brother, and it's not bad that he hates me."

This is unabashedly hypocritical and stupid.

Aldrich thought indifferently, he looked down at Cyril, as if seeing himself once.It's just that he will prove it out of doubt, but Cyril will only doubt it and find a 'legitimate' excuse for his behavior.

Why does it feel like it?He glanced at the slightly curly black hair of the other party, but couldn't find any resemblance to his mother. He stretched out his hand again and lifted Cyril's face up.Caught off guard by him raising his face, Cyril's pupils shrank, and those crystal clear eyes showed emotions like a deer.

Aldridge looked at this face quietly, but still did not find any resemblance to his mother.Cyril's appearance is childish, without the gentleness and elegance of his mother, nor the indifference and calmness of Ansair.

Even if it wasn't as good as them, Cyril was undoubtedly good-looking, probably inherited from his mother.

However, he has such a face, but his heart is not very beautiful, and he can't hide his jealousy all the time, especially when he looks at Ansair——

He let go of the other party, and his tone was a little tired, "You grew up in Campbell's mansion since you were a child, don't you only see those portraits with silver hair and blue eyes in your eyes?"

"..." Cyril pursed her lips tightly.

Aldrich smiled softly, bent down, and brought his lips to his ear.

"Congratulations, Cyril."

"You are not the queen's illegitimate child, you are indeed the eldest son of this generation of the Campbell family."

He spoke slowly, word by word.

"You are indeed Ansair's own brother, so, do you have any other reason to face the evil things you have done?"

Cyril's heart was beating violently, his eyes widened, and he looked straight at Aldrich who had straightened up.These words struck his head like a thunderbolt, his thoughts became a little confused, he raised his hands, and wanted to say something.

"Impossible...Impossible!" He shook his head carelessly and covered his ears, "Impossible!"

"It's a pity," Aldridge seemed to be enjoying a good show, and gave the other party a deeper blow at the right time, "I have used our blood to perform a magic test a few years ago. I have nothing to do with you. You and My mother certainly has nothing to do with it."

"Are you satisfied, Cyril Campbell?"

I reached out and put all the sharp things on the table aside. Newman tried to help me several times, but I refused.

After moving all the things that could hurt the cat aside, I lowered my head and picked up the kitten that had been sitting obediently on the side, and put it on the table in front of me.I pinched its paws and stroked its head with a smile.

"What's your name?" I said affectionately, and I heard a soft meow without any surprise.

Unlike the sound of Newman's footsteps approaching me, accompanied by the sound of gold ornaments colliding, I didn't look back, but I also knew that the person who came was Archibald.

Sure enough, the next second, the footsteps stopped beside me, and I could feel him gently brushing my hair, and his other hand on my shoulder.

"Do you like it so much?" A deep and mellow voice rang in my ears, and I saw the kitten in front of me clapping my hand unhappily, and the whole cat got into my arms.

I gently stroked its soft ears, and the surrounding air seemed to calm down.

When I see this kitten, I always think of some beautiful nights, when the cold wind blows on my cheeks, and the icy full moon casts a faint glow, it looks up at me from among the flowers ——

The next picture seemed to be firmly locked. No matter how hard I tried, the last thing I saw was darkness. There were melodious bells and the sound of glass colliding in the darkness. In such sounds, I seemed to be able to See the afterglow of the setting sun.

Archibald's hand on my shoulder slid down my arm, easily wrapping me and the cat in his arms.Even though it was late at night, his hands were still warm. I looked back at him, and then turned my eyes back to the cat in my arms.

"Have you ever thought of a name for it?" Archibald continued, "or has it ever told it what it is called?"

His tone was very serious, not like he was joking.

Not understanding why he had such an idea, I quietly avoided the topic and shook my head.

"Really? How about calling it White Rose?"

The cat in my arms moved, and I turned to look at Archibald: "Why?"

"Just a proposal."

His eyes fell on the cat, and there was a strange light in his eyes.

I hugged the cat and avoided his gaze.

"...I'm going to call it Al." I didn't want to continue discussing the cat with Archibald, he always looked at the cat very strangely.

I asked, "What are you doing here?"

Even though I'm his queen, I haven't stayed with Archibald at night since I woke up, and every night he comes to me, he just comes to say good night to me, and tell me something I forgot thing.

"I'm here to ask for a goodnight kiss." Archibald sighed shallowly, "On this kind of night, I always think back to what happened."

I didn't expect Archibald's request to be this, and I tightened my hand holding the cat, feeling uncomfortable.

Al didn't cry because of my strength, its head was closer to my chest, and it could hear my heartbeat.

"...Sorry." I finally rejected him, "I can't do it."

The other party gave a muffled laugh, and didn't seem to be angry because of my refusal.

"I know you will refuse." He put his forehead on my shoulder, "The only thing I saw when I first met was your cold and beautiful face, you are like your face, so that others dare not approach you."

There was a pause in his words, and it took a while before he continued.

"But I got you in the end, Ansair."

Al in my arms moved a bit, and I could feel its claws sticking out. The sharp claws were leaning against my chest, but they were only gently touching. As soon as I lowered my head, it obediently Withdrawing his claws, he stretched his body and licked my chin.

I froze and didn't dare to move. I let it rub against my chin and meow softly a few times.

Archibald said goodbye to me soon and left. I watched his leaving figure. After he was out of sight, I refocused on Al in my arms. The wet touch on the chin still existed, but The cat was lying limply in my arms, its green eyes staring out of the window, as if thinking about something.

I watched it for a long time, finally sighed helplessly, and put it on the ground.

"Good night, I'm going to rest."

Al, who was squatting on the ground, flicked his tail, staring at me with a pair of green cat eyes, but did not respond.

I went back to my bed, took off all the accessories on my body and put them aside.Archibald brought me too much jewelry. He seemed to regard me as a treasure trove of treasures, and he wanted to put all kinds of gems on me.

After taking off the ornaments around my neck, I sighed lowly, as if I had finally taken off the shackles that imprisoned me.

Al has been squatting there obediently, staring at me firmly, as if afraid that I would run away.

I went over and touched its cat head, kissed its forehead, "good night."

Brian looked at Ansair who had closed his eyes, and could feel that the medicine in his body was gradually losing its effect. The faint pain at both ends of his head reminded him that the time was coming. If he still wanted to leave the palace safely, at this time should leave immediately.

However, his eyes could not be separated from Ansair in front of him. He maintained the form of a cat and came to Ansair.

There was still a slight strangle mark on the neck of the other party, and An Si had been watching when he took off the jewelry. Of all the things, this collar made him the most angry.

What did Archibald think of Ans Aire?A pet that can be shackled?

The moment the man said those words to Ans, he really wanted to kill, and stretched out his sharp claws uncontrollably, but Ansair's steady heartbeat calmed him down again.

——Don't be impulsive, Ansair is still in his hands.

He thought silently, and leaned over to rub Ansair's cheek with nostalgia.

The moonlight outside the window came in, and one of them was falling on the face of his beloved lover.

He stared at that place fascinated, and stayed motionless until he saw the other person's eyelashes trembling, then ran over to block the small piece of moonlight with his body.

After he moved his body away again, the moon had moved its direction, and this time there was no more moonlight coming in, and the room was completely dark.

"...Good night." Brian murmured softly, imprinting his lover's face in his eyes again, then jumped out of the window, turned over the window and walked out.

Behind him, the person who had closed his eyes quietly opened them again, and he reached out to cover his forehead with complicated emotions in his eyes.

"...how could it be." Ansair murmured, "So it's really a human being."