[England] My Plantagenet Archbishop

In the depths of winter, with snow falling heavily, Henry II knelt bare-chested before Becket's tomb and endured a flogging.

He forced himself to stand tall, refusing to bow his head under torture. Long ago, the man in the tomb had told him: "You are the king. You must shelter your subjects from the storm, and never yield to hardship."

When he said those words, Henry II was curled in young Becket's arms, gazing at the blazing fire in the distance. His body and heart were both warm.

Ten years later, to strengthen the power of the crown, Henry II sent men to kill Archbishop Becket and canonized his former lover, leaving his body to be torn apart and consumed by the people after his death.

Henry sighed, watched the snow slowly cover the scarlet ground, and tapped to exit the game.

That was the seventh time. He still couldn't save Archbishop Becket.

Irritated, Henry tossed his phone onto the table and drained the remaining whiskey in his glass.

It was only a game. He didn't understand why he was so fixated on it.

That night, Henry slept restlessly.

When he awoke from a dream with a growl, he saw Becket lying beside him, looking at him with reluctance.

Becket: "You had another nightmare."

Henry stared at him blankly, not knowing where he was for a moment.

Becket: "Don't worry. I'll leave for Canterbury in three days... to take up the post of Archbishop."

There were tears in the man's eyes as he said this. The glint of them stabbed at Henry's heart, and before he could think, he blurted out:

"Don't go... You'll die..."

"But if I don't go, you will die, my king."

With that, Becket took Henry's hand and kissed the back of it like a devout believer.

[The King vs. the Archbishop]

[Cover] Doodle Paradise: A Sheep

Theme: True love is priceless