prisoner of time

"Yes, 28 years old, very old." Befilus replied.Given the average elf lifespan of 250 years, he's actually pretty young, but he says that on purpose.

Anyone familiar with it knows that Achille doesn't like to hear the word "old".

Achille frowned, didn't care about his offense, and continued: "You are no longer at the age where you should continue to hang out with dark elf slaves recklessly. I've been thinking about your marriage recently, do you have any thoughts? "

"I don't have any ideas. It's just up to you to decide." Befiles paused for a moment and replied flatly.He doesn't have anyone he likes, and he never intends to resist the arranged marriage like in the movies and TV dramas.To him, getting married is the same as inheriting the Warter family. It is just something he should do naturally. If he doesn't do these things, it seems that he has nothing to do.

He didn't have anything he wanted to do, and he didn't bother to think about it. Achille was willing to arrange these things, but he was happy and relaxed.

Achille took out the prepared information booklet and handed it to Befilus. After taking it, Befilus flipped through it roughly, and directly passed through many elves that could only be called upper-middle in appearance, and finally saw a Compared with the most handsome one, he didn't bother to turn back and handed this page directly to Achille: "Just him."

He didn't even read the other person's name.He just happened to see the hand in the photo of the other party, which was slender and strong, somewhat like Vanain's hand, so he felt that he would not hate this person too much.

The appearance of an elf is related to its strength. Generally speaking, the stronger the strength, the more outstanding its appearance and temperament.Therefore, Achille is also very satisfied with the candidate chosen by his grandson-the other party is the eldest grandson of the Turner family, currently serving in the army, and is a promising officer, and the person of the Turner family is suitable for the future Elven King. It is commensurate.

To be precise, everyone in this information book can barely match Befiles.

But Achle still thinks that he has relaxed the conditions and put twice as many candidates in it, just to ensure that his grandson can pick a satisfactory future partner-in any case, at least the information booklet is full of light. elf.The rumors that Befilus was in love with his dark elf slave had already made him faintly uneasy.

Perhaps he would have been more at ease if his grandson had been a wild, flirtatious man.But Befilus's reactions in all aspects were very flat, and he never showed too much likes and dislikes, so even he didn't show any special love for that dark elf, but he was the only one who accompanied him for ten years. The "single favourite" is already enough to make Archle uneasy.

There is no doubt that Befillus is an excellent heir, so he can accept that his grandson is indulged or out of line in other ways, but he must not bear to be with a dark elf slave all the time.

Fortunately, Befiles' performance today made him feel a little relieved.

After coming out of Achille's palace, Befilus got into the carriage and went home.He leaned against the white carriage wall, closed his eyes slightly, and pressed his forehead.Although he had always acted calm in front of his grandfather, the fact that this visit had really upset him even more.

So when he got home, the first thing he did was to rudely pull off the well-tailored white court coat and throw it on the sofa, then looked up at the dark elf who had just stretched out his hand to help him undress, arrogant and unreasonable He demanded, "Kiss me."

Fan Nayin froze for a moment, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and looked at the young light elf in front of him.

Befelès doesn't like kissing, and often refuses his requests even when they are making out, so something unusual must have happened today.

But Befilus was already impatient with the wait. He frowned, walked directly in front of the dark elf, grabbed the other's shoulder, raised his head and kissed him...

In fact, Befilles' reluctance to accept Vanain's kiss was not because of his innocent and idealized insistence, but simply because he didn't like the feeling of difficulty breathing.At first, when he first developed an intimate relationship with Vanain, he also tried several times, and the dark elf would always kiss him until he was almost suffocated before letting go.

He hadn't tried this level of intimacy with other people, so he didn't know that kissing felt like this, but Fanna made him uncomfortable because of the overly strong predatory posture during the kiss, so he didn't want to let the other party kiss again.

But at this moment, he desperately wanted to make out with the other party, and wanted to experience that feeling again.

Fanain never let go of him, he tentatively hugged the light elf, seeing that Befiles had no intention of resisting, he carried him all the way back to the bedroom, put him on the bed and continued to kiss.

Befilus has always disapproved of prostitution in the daytime. He believes that daylight is very rare, and one should do daytime things during the daytime, and should seize the time to do serious things.So his connivance and cooperation today made Fanain feel more and more unusual.

He put his arm around the waist of the light elf, caressed the light golden moonlight curly long hair with the other hand, and kissed for a long time before letting go.He pecked and kissed the corner of the other party's mouth a few more times, then propped himself up, and looked down at his master who was panting with his eyes closed: "Your Highness, are you unhappy today? Did someone in the council offend you?"

He asked softly, like a dark elf slave who is the most considerate and good at pleasing his master.

Most of the elves indeed see him in this way - he is obviously just the humblest slave of the dark elves, but with his outstanding color and special ability to please people, he has been favored by Befiles for ten years. She has been accompanying His Highness Befelles all the time, monopolizing His Highness's favor.Even now, he has the equivalent of a butler in the residence of Befilles, and to be more precise, it should be said that he is equivalent to the status and identity of Befilles' lover.

The guards of the light elves who were well-born around Befilus did not dare to disrespect him, let alone the other servants in the house—they were afraid of his authority due to Befilus' favor and his legendary cursed power. His dark appearance and silver-white hair are also afraid of his always flat, indifferent, unhappy and unpopular expression.

This dark elf wore exquisite and decent expensive clothes and lived in the palace of Befiles, where he ate and lived with His Royal Highness, like another noble and inviolable prince.But those light elves deep in their hearts still look down on him, because in their view, all the enviable things Vannain possesses today are bestowed by Befilles, but in exchange for Israel's servants. One day, the favor of Befellus will be gone, and everything that the dark elf has today will disappear, and he will still be the humblest slave of the dark elf.

But most of these things Befiles don't know, or don't care if they know.

After hearing Fanain's question, Befilus glanced at him with pale golden eyes, and said casually, "I've never been happier in a parliament." Fanain seldom asks him about government affairs. , has always only taken care of his life, but his mood should be counted as his life, so it is not surprising that the other party will ask.

Thinking of this, he suddenly caught a glimpse of his wrinkled white embroidered shirt from the corner of his eye, and subconsciously frowned.

Vanna's dark red eyes dimmed.He knew Befelles, and knew that there was something else, not just because of the council.But he didn't mention anything, just waited for Befiles to change his clothes as usual without waiting for the other party to speak, and then carried him out of the bedroom.

Befilus is really lazy, he doesn't even want to leave when there are no outsiders around, he just wants to lie in the arms of the dark elf.

After lunch, Befiles took a nap as usual.Fanain carried him back to the bed, hugged him tenderly and kissed him for a long time as usual, until he saw the light elf fell into a deep sleep in his arms, he sat up straight, looked at the soft bed nestled casually. The owner who slept soundly in the feather quilt.

Befilus' pale golden eyelashes were still fluttering slightly in his sleep, his pink lips were slightly parted, and a soft tongue could be vaguely seen inside, perhaps because of the kiss just now, or because the temperature in the bedroom was too high , there were two unnatural blushes on his face, which added a bit of childishness to him.

Fan Nayin's eyes darkened, he held his hands and bent down to kiss his lips, not paying any attention to the slight instinctive protest of his master in his sleep, just plundering as he wanted.

Befeles sobbed softly, and suddenly babbled in his sleep: "Fan, don't make trouble... um..."

Fanain stopped suddenly, panting and looking at the other party, staring at the light elf like a beast staring at a delicious and tempting prey.It took a while for him to flip over from Befiles, and slowly lay on the side, holding him in his arms, calming each other's breathing.

Befilus moved his body dishonestly, and soon fell asleep again.

Fanain put him down, covered him with a quilt, then got off the ground, walked out quietly, and came to the small empty study room connected to the bedroom.

He drew a few times in the void, the dark red mist spread from his fingertips, and soon, scenes of images began to appear in the air.

From the moment His Royal Highness left home to go to the parliament in the morning, the entire itinerary of Befiles in the morning and what he saw, heard, and did were clearly displayed in front of him.