A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The camp was extremely quiet at the moment, and Tal huddled aside without daring to breathe.

Ever since he was a child, for some unknown reason, he has been particularly afraid of Heimos, even more afraid than King Camos and Priest Shemur. Therefore, even if Heimos pressed Garlan against the wall now, he only dared to watch helplessly and did not dare to say anything.

fine.

Tal comforted himself.

Prince Heimos, like His Majesty, has always doted on His Highness and would not do anything to His Highness.

Fat Tal thought so, but the instigator who was pressed against the wall by Heimos didn't think so.

The person holding him down looked down at him with a gaze that was like a knife blade, as if he was about to poke himself open. Garlan's chin was pinched and he raised his face. He couldn't even lower his head to avoid the other party's heart-stopping gaze. He could only look at Heimos helplessly.

Heimos, who was more than a head taller than him, looked down at him condescendingly, his eyes were compelling, and his thin lips were still raised with a smile.

But Gallan also knew that this smile did not mean that Heimos was in a good mood. On the contrary, the other party was so angry at his behavior that he laughed angrily.

Indeed, what he did was unjust and would make anyone angry.

Especially when he was gossiping about others behind their backs and was caught red-handed.

Gallan was helpless and looked at the dangerous smile on the corner of Heimos' mouth, feeling his heart skip a beat.

"Heimos..."

He barked softly and looked at Heimos, like a kitten whose neck was pinched. He lay limply and did not dare to move. He only dared to purr softly. called.

The whole person shrank into a ball under the shadow of that tall body, looking weak, pitiful, and helpless.

Heimos stared hard at the young man below him, with a cold face, eyes like daggers, and a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

But he couldn't tell what was going on in his heart. He felt like his body was vibrating like a volcano. The hot magma was rolling and surging, filling his body and stretching him to death. He could not wait to explode in the next second. come out.

This is the first time in Heimos' life that he has been deceived and played like this.

He has probably never been so stupid in his life.

The thought of this made him laugh angrily.

However, what made him most angry was that even though he was almost furious with the little guy who was laughing at him behind his back, he still couldn't bear to teach the little guy a lesson.

Even the hand holding Garlan's chin tried his best not to use too much force.

You know, with his strength, he can crush a person's jawbone.

But now, when he pinched the boy's somewhat small chin, he didn't dare to use force at all, for fear that a finger print would be left on the white and tender skin with just a little force.

However, there was a surge of anger in his heart, and he would feel uncomfortable if he didn't vent it out.

However, he was reluctant to really do anything to Garlan.

Heimos felt like he was going to die of suffocation.

Looking at the young man's bright golden eyes looking up at him, and his angry yet cute appearance like a deer in trouble, Heimos felt like he was itching with hatred.

I couldn't tell whether I was angry with Garlan or myself.

Anyway, it’s just an itchy tooth.

Garlan looked up at him and saw that he was just staring at him coldly and remained silent for a long time. He suddenly became more and more nervous. He couldn't help but move a little and tilted his head slightly. The smooth blond hair suddenly fell from his shoulders and neck. One side slipped down.

With this movement, Heimos looked down at the half of his neck that was exposed from the fallen blond hair.

When the boy's neck was raised upward, it showed a swan-like soft arc, and his fair skin was a little pink, as attractive as a peach.

I don't know if I was really angry, or was dizzy with anger, or maybe I was tempted by the hint of fair skin leaking from the blond hair.

Heimos lowered his head and bit Garlan's neck hard like a ferocious wolf that had caught its prey.

He didn't expect that Heimos was so angry that he bit his neck like a wolf. Gallan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously raised his hand and pressed it on Heimos' chest, trying hard to bite the person who bit him. Push away.

However, his strength was no match for Heimos, and he was already in a panic, unable to push away for a while.

The slight tingling sensation coming from the side of his neck made him even more panicked.

Just when he was about to call Heimos's name to beg for mercy and apologize, suddenly, he froze. He felt that the place where his neck was bitten was punctured, and something sharp penetrated under the skin, as if it had been Touching the fragile blood vessels under the thin skin——

Garlan had an inexplicable illusion that his throat would be bitten off by the man in front of him in the next second.

He was like a prey caught by a wild beast, forced to raise his head, exposing his most vulnerable body.

The fear of the man in front of him that had not been forgotten for so many years and was buried deep in his heart was suddenly unearthed again, making his chest tremble uncontrollably.

He leaned against the wall, stiff and unable to move.

The taste of blood in his mouth made Heimos' brain, which seemed to be burned by flames, calm down a little. After he reacted, he immediately let go and moved his head back a little.

A clear tooth mark appeared on the side of Garlan's neck, and a drop of bright red blood was seeping out from the tooth mark, dyeing his fair skin red.

Overdone.

When he saw that he had bitten Gallan in anger and bled, Heimos, who had been so angry just now, regretted it again.

He subconsciously reached out to touch the blood stain, but Garlan suddenly turned his head and avoided his hand.

Garlan glanced at Heimos. There was panic in his eyes, and a little bit of deeply hidden fear. He was usually suppressed, but once he was attacked by Heimos, he would reflexively jump out of his body.

He lowered his head, and his falling golden forehead covered his eyes, preventing Heimos from seeing the emotion in his eyes at this moment.

Garlan lowered his head, and Heimos could not see his eyes at this moment, but could only see the pink lips pursed slightly.

"Angry?"

Heimos said softly.

Seeing the blood streaks caused by accidentally overdoing it, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, and whispered to the young man who turned his head and avoided his hand as if he was angry.

"It hurts?"

Garlan lowered his head and took a deep breath.

calm down.

He warned himself in his mind.

It’s no longer the same as in previous lives. Heimos now treats himself very well, very well.

He thought about the way Heimos had treated him over the years, just like Brother Camos, taking care of him like he doted on his younger brother. He was not even inferior to Brother Camos in treating him.

It was precisely because of being favored by Heimos that he now dared to make fun of Heimos so boldly.

Thinking of this, the tight chest relaxed a little, and the fear that had surged up was suppressed again.

Garlan raised his head and stared at the person in front of him.

"If you're not angry, I won't be angry."

After coming up with the method he used to deal with King Kamos after getting into trouble all the time, Garlan opened his eyes and looked at Heimos and said.

"I know what I did was wrong...but I didn't mean it. I really can't help it."

The young man in front of him looked at him with a pair of clear golden eyes, a bit flattering.

"Heimos, it was my fault,"

Garlan's voice is like clean stream water, with some traces of his childhood. Especially when it is relaxed, it gives people a soft feeling, making people feel soft-hearted when listening to it.

"Don't be angry, okay?"

No matter how strong your temper was, it would disappear immediately if you were so flattered by the young man's soft tone.

Heimos reached out and pinched Garlan's cheek a little harder.

"The next thing I ask is, you are not allowed to lie again."

"good."

Garlan nodded obediently.

When the matter came to an end, Tal, who had been shivering next to him for a while, saw that everything was okay, and quickly ran over happily, helping to move stools, serve tea and snacks, and consciously became a servant.

Heimos sat down and drank tea while asking.

"Do you know who that guy is targeting?"

Garlan sighed and replied: "It's me."

"Did you know it from the beginning?"

"No, at first I thought he liked you. After all, the person he courted in public was..."

Gallan was interrupted by Heimos just in the middle of what he said.

"When was that discovered?"

"Hmm... It was probably after you had a fight that morning, and two days after I invited Opada to my palace for the first time."

"How did you get it?"

"You and Tapti behave a bit strangely, and Opada never seems to look at you much after you come. I felt... something wasn't right, so I asked Tal to check it out."

In other words, the kid next to me also knows everything.

Heimos glanced at the fat boy standing quietly next to him. Tal shivered and curled himself into a ball.

He turned his attention to the young man sitting opposite him with a docile expression and continued to ask directly.

"Why are you pretending not to know? Are you really just trying to see my jokes?"

"of course not."

Garlan flatly denied it.

He pressed his head with some distress and said, "Let's put it this way, if I still want to go to Tastar country with him even though I know that Opada likes me, what will you and Brother Kamos think? ?”

"..."

Heimos' eyes darkened slightly.

"You must think that I like him too, right?"

Garlan sighed helplessly, "Besides, if this happens, Brother Wang will never agree to let me go to Tastar Country with him."

"Although I also know that it is cunning to pretend not to know Opada's thoughts, but if the matter is made clear, and I know that Opada likes me, I will definitely go to Tastar with him. It will definitely make Opada misunderstand that I treat him too... This will cause trouble.”

He said,

"After all, just like you, it's impossible for me to like men."

"Now that you know it, why did you say that I would be detained in Tastar?"

"Ha...haha, this..."

I am deliberately angry with you because I don’t want you to follow me. It will be inconvenient to do many things while you are here.

Unlike Tal and Kayhos, they would just do what they wanted to do without asking themselves why.

"Just...just kidding you."

Garlan said calmly.

"A joke? Tsk, okay, last question."

Heimos put down the teacup in his hand.

He said, "What is the reason why you must go to Tasda with Opada?"

really.

I knew you had to ask, so I didn’t want you to follow me.

Garlan thought a little depressed.

His eyes rolled around, trying to make up a reason. But as soon as he turned his eyes, Heimos, who had been staring at him, guessed what he was planning.

"You just promised not to lie to me again."

"Well...it's really hard to say."

Because I knew in my previous life that Opada was killed on the way back, I had to follow Opada to save his life.

How could he say such strange words.

"Don't want to say it, do you?"

Garlan hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"Um."

"I see."

Heimos did not continue to ask, and stood up, as if planning to leave.

Garlan stood up, a little surprised.

"Aren't you going to keep asking?"

"You must have a reason for doing this."

Heimos said, looking at the boy in front of him.

He reached out and gently pushed the strand of blond hair in front of Garlan's eyes behind his ear.

"If you don't want to say it, I won't force you." He said, "But, Garlan, I hope you won't lie to me in the future."

The boy's shadow was deeply reflected in the golden-red eyes, and Heimos's voice was as low as a sigh at the moment.

"Because what you hide from me will make me uncomfortable."

In fact, what made him angry the most was not the fact that Garlan saw his joke, but that there were people who were closer to Garlan and more trusted by Garlan than him. Those people knew about Garlan. But I don't know this kind of thing.

This made him feel as if there was a depression in his chest, which made him feel unspeakably uncomfortable.

Being stared at by Heymos's deep and serious eyes, Garlan suddenly felt a little guilty.

"I see."

He nodded, looking obedient.

Heimos smiled and stroked the boy's head again.

Lowering his gaze slightly, he once again saw the mark on the side of Garlan's neck.

The tooth marks he left were unusually clear on the boy's fair neck.

A little bit of bright red still remains on it.

He subconsciously gently rubbed the area around the tooth mark with his thumb.

"Does it still hurt?"

He said, "Is there any ointment? I'll put it on for you."

Garlan was startled for a moment, then he immediately realized what Heimos was talking about and shook his head.

"No need, just lick a small injury..."

Before he could finish speaking, Heimos suddenly lowered his head and buried his black-haired head into the crook of his neck.

The next second, soft lips covered the flesh in that area.

...I said licking it casually was just a metaphor to explain that it was a small wound, and I didn’t ask you to actually use your mouth...

Garlan's whole body froze when his throat was grabbed again, and he shouted in his heart.

The area on his neck that was being sucked was so itchy that he couldn't help but want to hide away, but his whole body was hugged tightly by Heymos' arms, making it impossible to hide away.

His neck was already very sensitive, and now he could clearly feel the touch of the warm and moist tongue licking his slightly stinging scar.

The hot air sprayed from the tip of Heymos's nose passed over the skin of his neck, and the tip of his nose touched his neck vaguely.

Without the fear he felt when he was bitten just now, Garlan only felt that the place where he was licked was so itchy that it made the back of his neck feel a little numb.

itch.

So itchy.

Gallan couldn't help but mumbled softly.

But Heimos seemed not to hear it at all. He stubbornly licked the tooth marks for a while before raising his head.

"I bit it, so of course I am responsible."

He said.

The golden-red eyes were slightly narrowed, and the corners of the handsome young man's eyes were slightly raised, with a faint smile showing an alluring arc.

As if he had tasted something delicious, the tip of his tongue inadvertently licked his thin lips.

The author has something to say: Let’s give Heimos a little sweetness on Chinese Valentine’s Day.

After all, I’m really not a devil, huh(ˉ(∞)ˉ)chi