The Amber Sword

King's Sleep Forever

Author: Marshal Saint Dragon

Brando woke up from his dream as his heart ached.

Embroidered in a luxurious patterned curtain, he lay on a queen bed, passing through the curtain, staring straight into the ceiling of the carved mural, silent.

[Finally saw it again, that dream.

[Thought I'd forgotten about it, but it's really nice to be able to dream about it at this time.

[His life is coming to an end at this time.

“Ryans,” he opened his mouth slowly, making that tired, hissing sound: “Help me up. ”

“Yes, my king.” The loyal knight who stood beside him walked up and dressed up for the late king. Then, silently retreated behind him.

Brando looked at herself in the mirror, and although her body was still pulled out, the more faint she revealed, the more silky she appeared on her skin.

[Ah, it looks like the cold poison is deep into the bone marrow. I'm not far from dying.] Although this conclusion has been reached in Brando's heart, not surprisingly, there is no fear. He was long gone from embracing death, much less wanting to drown in it.

“Ryans,” Brando stood for a long time and said to the loyal knight behind him, "Take me for a walk.” He walked out the door without returning. Ryans trembled all over his body, but immediately took another deep breath, still following closely.

Walked out the door and appeared in the courtyard of the palace. As winter approaches, there is only one layer of dead grass on the ground and a few short trees with their necks shrugged, making it look particularly depressed at dusk. But the two of them on the trail didn't care about the view at all, but were talking softly.

“Ryans, I just had a dream, a sweet dream, beautiful enough to drown, beautiful enough to make people think it really existed. ”

“Immersion in illusion is not the work of the King, Your Majesty.” As usual, Ryans acted as a strict adviser.

“Haha, you're right, Ryans, you always make so much sense, I can't go on the king's path without your help!” This is Brenda's soft-hearted joke.

“It is an honor to follow you, Your Majesty.” Ryans is still a faint tone, but with a hint of swallowing, he's smart enough to guess what.

“You are always so wise and humble, my most loyal knight," Brando's voice gradually turns lighter, "but I am tired, even I will fall one day! ”

Always assured that the calm knight could not bear it at last, Ryans knelt down on one knee and shook, "Your Majesty, please don't say that. The people of Eluin can't live without you! Please be strong and stop remembering the pain of the past. Just throw it away and you will be quick...!” Said the knight behind him had swallowed and couldn't speak.

“Stand up, Ryans,” Shut up for a long time, Brando's voice sounds again, "from now on, I'm not your king, I'm standing in front of a poor man who's long gone! ”

Ryans didn't want to get up, but he grabbed his shoulder with one hand. Even though he was already traumatized, Brando's power was immensely powerful, and with one hand alone, he made Ryans irresistible and had to get up slowly.

At this point they stopped in a room deep in the courtyard with thick walls on all sides and only a huge iron door on the front. But even across the thick walls, there's still a chill inside that makes Cersei tremble.

Brando pushed open the iron door and the huge frozen air roared out, blowing their coats violently, gradually the cold wind calmed down and revealed a dark entrance. The two stared deep into the darkness, and at last Brando breathed out slowly, saying, "You'll have Eluin, Ryans, unlike me, and you'll surely be a wise king. ”

The loyal knight tried to open his mouth several times, but could not speak. He could only bite his teeth, and Cesar's trembling body prevented his inner sorrow from gushing out.

“Ryans, you'll listen, won't you?” The king's voice became hard and hard to reject.

“… Yes, my lord, I will obey all your commands, and this is my honor!” On one knee, Ryans finally made a commitment. Because of the King's orders, it cannot be refused.

“Well, I'm relieved.” Brando walked in, disappeared in the dark, and the last words came from afar to the knight who was with him: "I've always believed you, Ryans.” With the doors slowly closing, the knight's heartbreaking cry has been surrounding the wall, but the man can no longer hear it.

[Between the hearths], is the name of this ice room. Looking out, the room was filled with ice crystals all around it, including the ceiling, and the blue flare was reflected by the ice, illuminating the steps deep inside the room. There are two ice coffins situated on the flat floor of the steps, which are rarely seen through thick ice sheets. Along the steps is a trail that can only be walked by one person, as well as a figure of constant progress along that trail.

That's Brando.

At this time, however, he looked bad. Since entering the room, a stream of frozen gas has been emitted from his body. At this moment, most of his body has been frozen and his face is blue, but his eyes are still glowing with a fiery light.

[Once I had a dream that I thought I could change history.

[Once I dreamed that it was a gift of destiny.

[But I was wrong, it was just a trap of deeper despair!

As the cold weather grew, the surrounding temperatures were noticeably lower, and even the trail began to be buried by ice, but Brando ignored it. His fanatical gaze chased what was on the steps, and although his steps became stubborn and his breathing became impatient, his footsteps never stopped.

The living, the living, the living, the lucid glaciers, there are no seasons in life except the cold winter wilderness, which freezes the seeping blood and tears into ice.

At last, Brando took the steps, one step at a time, slower but more powerful, climbing up. But when he reached the last level, Brando's figure stopped and he sat back against the ice coffin, leaving the ice to cover him constantly, but still motionless.

Nah

I had that dream again yesterday.

You all stayed with me in the dream.

[What a fascinating dream]

Nah

[Didn't live well, sorry]

[I'm sorry I didn't protect this country.]

[I'm sorry for not fulfilling your agreement.]

However

[I'm so lonely without you.]

The last breath of breath in his body, the king of Eruin, finally entered the sweet dream country with a full of pain.

That same year, Malada broke through the Royal City of Eruin, opening the beginning of the Dark Age.

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