Looking back on the experiences of these years, it really makes me sigh and wonder what went wrong that led to this point today.
If he and Aimank had not launched a coup that day, he might have married a lady from the Pascal family and started a family.
Fate is such a joke.
The still young regent stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the outside world through the frosted glass.
The snowflakes continued to fall, gradually covering the flowers and plants in the palace. It was very quiet all around, with only a few guards in dark red cloaks walking back and forth on patrol.
The fire in the fireplace gradually went out, and the lights in the room gradually dimmed. It was not until his body became a little cold that the regent gradually realized it.
He wanted to say something, but when he looked at the empty study, he gradually closed his mouth.
Yes, now that I have reached this point, I am afraid I can no longer have friends.
The noble king slowly walked to the fireplace, squatted down, looked at the dark red ashes in the fireplace, picked up the firewood beside him, and slowly added it one by one. Then he simply snapped his fingers, and a faint red flame emerged between the firewood, reigniting the cold fireplace.
The smell of burning wood smoke came with it. Although it was very faint, it was enough to bring back his memories.
A long time ago, he and Aimank lived like this in a cold palace. They often took turns tinkering with the fireplace while the other lay comfortably on the sofa reading a book.
"If I have to do everything by myself, it will be too tiring and troublesome. So, since we have each other, why not divide the work reasonably so that everyone can have a happy time." Little Aimank stood by the fireplace and said this to himself, as if it was just yesterday.
Unfortunately, there is no one left to share the burden and take turns.
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