prisoner of time

"Vannain, where are our watches?" Befilus raised his head and asked his dark elf suspiciously.

"I don't want His Highness to see them bothering me, so I put them away after waking up this morning." Fanain replied naturally, and after opening the curtains, he returned to Befilus and embraced them in his arms , kissed the pale golden hair of the light elf.

Because I was too worried that I was about to leave home to face the perverted tree, I kept looking at my watch frequently yesterday, mourning the passage of time, and obviously restless, Fanna must have seen it in my eyes.

Befiles thought to himself, instead of being suspicious of the other party's actions, he was moved by the other party's thoughtfulness.

Then forget the time for the time being, at least until the night comes, he doesn't need to worry about tomorrow's coming.

In the first period of time after letting go of the psychological burden, Befilus was very happy. He no longer worried that he would leave home, leave the dark elves, and go alone to deal with a perverted tree that plotted against him and had great powers. Therefore, you can enjoy the last time with Fanaine, even without feeling the time flies.

After feeling sleepy, sleep in the arms of the dark elves, the sky is still bright after waking up, and you can immediately enjoy the snacks offered by the dark elves without feeling hungry... Befilus wants to catch it too much I've lived in this last time, so I didn't notice anything unusual at first.But no matter how restless he was, he found something was wrong after a long time.

This day is really too long, so long that it seems that time has stopped and the sun will never set.

And these days, the only living thing around him that he can touch is Vanain.

This is obviously unreasonable.Tomorrow morning, he should go to the palace to say goodbye to his grandfather Achille and the Elf King, and then embark on a journey to the Forest of Life accompanied by his escort.Even if something unexpected happens, it shouldn't be so quiet, at least the Elf King should send someone to look for him.

Befilus groaned, did not speak, but quietly lay on Fanain's chest, kissing the corner of his lips.

The dark elf quietly let him kiss, his nose was slightly tensed, raised slightly, and his fingers tightened unconsciously.

It's true, at least the people around me haven't been dropped.

Befiles felt a little relieved. He remembered some of Vanain's little habits. For example, when he kissed him like this, the other party usually didn't react too much, but the hands that hugged him would become tighter and smaller. Tilt your head upwards.It is not difficult to imitate a person's appearance, voice or even language habits, but such subconscious reactions and habitual actions are difficult to completely imitate.

Moreover, there is often an indescribable bond and connection between people and close people.

Befilus and Fanain have lived together for ten years, and they are familiar with each other's every expression, every movement, even every breath and heartbeat.Even if he was just lying on the opponent's body quietly like this, Befilus could feel whether it was his dark elf beside him or not.

"Fan." Befilus said slowly, "We haven't gone out together for a long time, prepare clothes and a carriage for me, and let's go out together for a while."

The Dark Elf's body stiffened unconsciously, and it might not even have been noticed if Befiles hadn't been close to him.

He kissed Befelles' forehead back and said, "Your Highness, but I want to be with you, and only you. Isn't it okay to just have the two of us?"

In the past ten years, Fanain has never disobeyed his orders, never expressed his own ideas, his own wishes, not once.No matter what he says or asks, the dark elf will satisfy him.

This was the first time Fanain refused his order and spoke his mind.

The light elf prince calmly looked at his dark elf, trying to find out more.There was no one else here, and Vanna obviously didn't want him to go out to see other people, so the problem most likely lies with his dark elf.

Was bought?But is there anything that I can't give him?Coerced?But does Fanain have anything that can be threatened?Or is he for freedom, for the dark elves?This is not impossible.

I can abolish his status as a slave, but it is impossible to let him leave my side no matter what.If Fanain really wanted to leave, he could only resort to external forces.

Thinking of this, Befiles couldn't help feeling a little depressed, the light in his eyes dimmed, and he looked a little unhappy when he looked at the dark elf.

Vanna was displeased because he rejected his idea of ​​going out, so he hastily kissed the corners of his eyes, coaxing him, trying to make His Royal Highness happy again: "Your Highness, do you want to go out for a walk? Wait a while, okay? I'll take you out after a while. Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something? Shall I go and make it for you?"

As for how long "for a while" is, that is entirely up to him to define.

Befiles lowered his eyes and thought for a while, nodded, and said a few snacks that he loves but the production steps are extremely cumbersome.

Vanna naturally wouldn't refuse because he wanted to please him. He kissed his forehead and got up to go downstairs: "Okay, Your Highness, rest for a while, I will finish it as soon as possible and bring it up."

Befelles waited for his figure to disappear, and followed him to the ground, stepping barefoot on the soft white wool carpet, and walked downstairs silently.

Small noises came from the direction of the kitchen, obviously someone was working in it, other than that, the huge mansion was quiet, as if there were no other living things living here.

There was no carpet in the foyer, and Befiles stepped on the marble floor with his bare feet, feeling the coolness rushing to his heart.

He hated the cold and the cold, but at this moment he had to frown and walk towards the door step by step.

And just as his hand was already pressing on the antique bronze doorknob, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind: "Your Highness?"

Befilus turned his head subconsciously, and saw that Vanain was holding a white shell plate with several pieces of delicate snacks on it.The dark elf was standing in the corridor on the right looking at him, frowning slightly, obviously dissatisfied.

Befilles ignored him, turned around and continued to push the door—the bronze handle remained motionless, and was not pushed away at all.Befelles increased his strength, but nothing changed. The door that could have been opened with a single push became impossible to open.

At this moment, Fanain had already put the plate in his hand on the table beside him, and walked quickly towards Befilus, and after approaching, he hugged him forcefully.

Befilus was suddenly embraced by the dark elf, his left hand naturally grasped the hem of Fanain's jacket, but his right hand still firmly grasped the doorknob.

Fanayin took off his warm jacket with one hand and wrapped the bare and cold feet of the light elves. He held Befilus firmly with one hand, and covered Befilus' grip on the doorknob with the other. The hand bent down and whispered in his ear:

"Your Highness, do you want to go out that much? After you go out, you will face tomorrow, and it doesn't matter if you leave me to meet that voice?"

"Stay here and be with me forever, and I will always serve you, love you, obey you, take care of you, and do everything I can to make you happy; but if you go out, there is no doubt that you will It will be sent to the owner of that voice, he will no longer restrain his desire, he will obediently occupy you, coerce you, and plunder you, even if you resist and cry...it is useless, he will love you You, will cherish you, but your appearance will also make him want to bully you even more, and want to love you as much as he wants."

"My lord, I don't want to scare you, so the choice is yours. Do you really want to go out that much? Even if it's like I said, it doesn't matter?"

The light elf prince in the arms of the dark elf whispered in his ears, but the hand covering Befiles' hand was clenched a little bit harder, as if forcing him to make a choice as soon as possible—let go Leave, or open the door and go out.

Befilus turned his head and glanced at his dark elf lightly. He didn't speak, but slowly, slowly, with the help of the other hand, he slowly pushed open the heavy door in front of him.