Moonlight Love Poem

Archibald led me to a stop in front of a palace gate that I had never seen before.

Since the idea of ​​leaving the palace appeared in my mind, I have explored all the palaces in this palace for various reasons.I thought I had fully grasped the layout of the imperial palace, but the appearance of this strange palace gate undoubtedly overturned my previous thoughts.

"Ansair." Archibald had already pushed open a small crack in the door, but the moment the light inside came out, he stopped moving.

He turned his head and looked at me with a smile, the light in his eyes flickered, as if he was expecting something, "You come."

I didn't refuse, walked over, reached out and pushed open the door.

The bright light shines through the wide-open palace door, and the first thing that enters is the painted wall full of beautiful flowers. Under the colorful glass window, the incense burner lit with precious spices emits a strong fragrance of roses, faintly mixed with the fragrance of lilies. In the middle of the main hall, the light from hundreds of candles illuminated the entire palace; in the middle of the candles were all kinds of dazzling gemstones and flowers, but all of these were not as beautiful as the long-haired woman lying in it, beautiful Her curly black hair is wrapped around red rose petals, her brown skin is softer under the dim candlelight, and her face similar to Archibald clearly reveals her identity——she is the purpose of my trip, Archibald Germany's mother.

Archibald took my hand and led me in without a word of refusal.

The palace door closed slowly behind us with a heavy sound.Accompanied by the sound, the woman lying in the middle moved and slowly opened her eyes.

She lay quietly on the ground, her eyes were looking straight up, and there was a dull life in her purple eyes.After a while, she moved, her eyes turned to me, and she gave me a jerky smile.Her face was undoubtedly beautiful, like a delicate red rose, but her rigid expression was like some strange creature, a corpse raised from the dead.

"She likes you." A deep voice rang in my ears, and I could feel his voice trembling slightly with excitement.He squeezed my hand tightly, and smiled softly, "Go, Ansair, go say hello to my mother."

I took a step forward slowly, and could see the woman's body and expression more clearly.

Under the luxurious accessories and long white sleeves, the brown wrist was flat on the ground. It was supposed to be a palm-up movement, but she did it very strangely.I frowned, remembering the strangeness in my heart, and squatted down to try to help the woman up.

The woman's eyeballs moved, and she looked at me more intensely.

"Mother." Archibald stopped me from touching the woman, his hand squeezed my wrist, and gently led me to retract it, "This is Ansair, my queen."

I watched her frown slightly, and moved her right hand, reaching out to grab Archibald's drooping hair, with a not-so-obvious angry expression.

"Don't worry, he is my queen." Archibald seemed to think of something, he leaned over and whispered a few words into the woman's ear with a smile on his lips.

I have been paying attention to her expression, and saw her expression sometimes stretched and sometimes angry, and finally as Archibald left, her eyes glared at him fiercely, and her beautifully shaped red lips made a sharp and piercing cry.

Archibald covered my ears. At this time, his expression was not as excited as it was at the beginning, and the expression on his face began to cool down.

"What qualifications do you have to accuse me?" He sneered, "You like him, so I let him accompany you. From now on, you will have him forever. What are you dissatisfied with?"

The woman's expression became even angrier. She stared at Archibald. The dull expression at the beginning had disappeared. At this time, she was completely a woman dominated by hatred and anger—she could even control her own body With difficulty, he raised his side hand and hit Archibald in the face.

But her movements were still too slow after all, not that Archibald dodged her attack, but that her hand fell off before she touched Archibald.

Not because of impotence.I looked at the amputated arm in astonishment, and finally understood the strangeness of the arm I saw before: it was not the right arm, but the left arm that had been installed backwards.The golden chain connected to the body was also scattered on the ground at this time, and the black crystal inlaid on it was stained with bright red blood and rolled to my feet.

Archibald's hand slid down my ear to my arm, and his voice continued: "...it seems that I still haven't been able to call you back to me completely, but this time it's your own Mistake. Mother, don’t do it again next time.”

The person he was going to talk to couldn't hear, and she lost her breath when the arm was broken.On the face similar to Archibald, there was still unwilling hatred, and the pupils were empty.

Blood spattered from the severed arm and spattered onto my wrist.

"...Dirty you again." Archibald gently squeezed my wrist, and the drop of blood was covered by his palm.

I finally came back to my senses and looked at Archibald next to me. He looked straight at me, with strange excitement in his eyes, but a hint of guilt on his face. Two completely different emotions made me feel uncomfortable. He looks like two people who have been split, just like the woman lying on the ground, a "person" who has been spliced ​​out.

A chill rises from my back, I can clearly hear my heartbeat, it beats and beats, it seems so loud in this empty and strange hall, the opposite thing is my more and more shallow breathing the bright candle flickered slightly, but Archibald turned his back to it, hiding half of his face in the shadow.Candles flickered in my purple eyes, and my fingers were slightly retracted because of this weird situation. The bad premonition made me desperately want to get something, such as a sword.

Archibald smiled slightly, his fingers stroking the back of my hand.

"Ansair," he stood up, pulled me up, and held my hand with the other hand, posing in a dance pose, "My rose, before we part, Let's have one last dance."

A beautiful melody flowed from his mouth, elegant and melodious. Archibald took a step forward, and I had to step back. I ran into a few candles on the ground. The flames on the candles caught my clothes, and the blazing The temperature makes me want to go back.

But the person who pulled me held me tightly, and he hummed a tune to himself. At the same time, there was a violent crash of glass in my head, which was louder than all the previous crashes combined They all sounded, as if a stick had been inserted into my brain and began to stir violently. I frowned tightly, and the pain made me tightly grasp the opponent's hand, and I was forced to follow the opponent's dancing steps.

The flames engulfed my skin, I closed my eyes, struggled to free Archibald's hands, forcibly interrupted this inexplicable dance, and tore off the burning hem.

Archibald stood where he was, with some regret in his eyes.

"what a pity."

However, he has completely turned into a dangerous lunatic in my place. I took one last look at him, turned around and opened the heavy temple door, and walked out.

Along the way, many servants raised their heads and looked at me in surprise. I understand that my current image is not good-looking, but what does it matter? It feels powerless and angry to be controlled by others, Archibald Although he is a lunatic, he holds me firmly in his hands——

Adam appeared in front of me, his eyes fell on me, and he saw my calf first, frowning.

"Who did it?" He was still outside, but his voice was not disguised, and there was anxiety in his deep voice.He half knelt down and covered my wound with his hand. A strange thing happened. The place covered by him no longer felt the pain of being burned. I didn't look down, but raised my head.

Listening to his voice, the severe pain in my head also eased a lot. The strange feeling made my nose sore, but the voice was still cold: "I'll ask you again, since you love me, why didn't you tell me who you are?" ?”

The opponent's movements stopped.

The crisp thud was lessened a bit.

The half-kneeling man moved, I lowered my head and watched him raise his head.He stared at me, his Adam's apple moved slightly, as if looking at a fragile and fragile treasure.

I stretched out my hand and gently touched the other person's hair. His hair began to turn black from the top of his head, and my hand just blocked the changing scene.

"... Forget it, let's go." I said softly, and took my hand back.

However, the other party stood up, and the original messy brown curly hair began to quickly turn into neat short black hair, the cold white skin replaced the original brown, and the ordinary and forgettable appearance also became cold and handsome. He still wore the clothes of a servant, but his appearance made him out of place with the clothes.

The ice-blue eyes stared at me, and the severe pain in his head came back the moment he saw the other person's face. He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to grab me, but as if he was afraid, he just held me gently fingertips.

In an instant, a large number of memories appeared in my mind-the spread wings, the blood-stained face, and the love hidden under the indifference.Not even increased pain can erase all of these memories.

"Alston Howard." The other party said softly, "Sorry, I'm late."

Huge wings spread out from his back, and the torn white cloth fell from the air. He stretched out his hand again, this time wrapping around my waist.

After receiving the news, Brian rushed over. He looked at the servants who were flustered by the two people who had left, with complicated emotions.

It is of course an undoubted good thing that Ansair could recover his memory in advance, but it was beyond his expectation that Auston had such a great influence on him.

He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down so that his jealousy would not exceed his reason.

After two or three seconds, he gave up.

He glanced at the sky again, let go of the jealousy that eroded his heart like venom, and took out the sleeping potion that he had developed before.

Now that Ansair has left safely, he can start to implement the plan at the beginning, and vent his jealousy on others, his Ans won't say anything.