Beneath the Queen's Tower

He is the good-for-nothing second son of Duke Auster. The label on his file is that he has average mental strength, average riding skills, and does not speak in political classes. Everyone thought he would be a quiet decoration in the tower, until the second personality in his body started talking to him. "Aren't you tired?" Xian asked. "Tired." "Then let me do it. You know the price - a little memory. Not much. For example, the first time she corrected the angle of your shoe repair, for example, she pushed the draft of the defense in front of you in the piano room, for example, her eyelashes twitched slightly when she leaned on your shoulder in the carriage. These details occupy too much of your mind." He was silent for a long time and then said yes. From then on, he forgot that her fingers on the piano keys were cold, that her ring finger pressed lightly on the paper as she pushed over the draft, and that she breathed evenly and quietly when she leaned on his shoulder. All he remembered was the conclusion: she was the queen. He helped her organize data on the northern border. She signed the cutting statement. Later, he gave the last half of a potato to the person who injured him on the wasteland. Xian asked him if he regretted it. He said he had no regrets. He forgot about her, but he remembered the location of the callus marks - like hers, they were left by holding the pen for too long. It was the only thing he didn't sell. Xian was silent for a long time, and then said: "You will remember it later. I will remember it for you." This is not a story about waste coming back. This is the story of a loser who learned how to stand up in the mud and move on. The price was high, but he paid it.