Apocalypse Rose Story sodu

  Why is this very proud and indifferent person always mentioned by everyone! Why does he himself have such a lovely fiancée but doesn't know how to cherish her! Why does the emperor always spoil him!

  Is it just because of identity issues that one's own mother is no longer remembered? The mist of memory slowly shrouded the young man's eyes...

  "Roki, let's move out with Mom! We don't want to live in the palace anymore!"

  ……

  The runaway queen, even a low-born woman who has always loved the noble king is willing to sink for love...

  But...

  A soldier discovered this and reported back to the palace, his father was furious, afraid that if this got out it would become a laughing stock for others, so in his great anger he had his mother locked up in this tall tower...

  "You're not allowed to take one step out of this palace without my order!"

  The tone of the father in my memory is icy, so icy that it makes me doubt whether I am his own son. When he talks to my mother with his back to me, I have a strong urge to rush up and destroy the person in front of me...

  When the bright light strip walked through the fog, what was in front of me gradually became clear...

  The tower forgotten by the world, where the woman who truly loved Father Emperor in that world - my mother lives!

  Roki trudged up the stairs with a heavy gait, and the eerie echoes that lingered in his ears were as if from another world. Some spiders scurried about in the corners of the walls, spitting out threads that accumulated in the corners, layer upon layer of wooden steps covered in thick dust slowly being trodden by him. The dust seemed to be deliberately piled up so thickly, as if trying to bury a memory deep within. Suddenly, something struck his eyes with great force, and the person who had been lying in the topmost room of the tower suddenly opened their eyes...

  "Who?"

  "Mother, it's me!"

  A youth wearing a knight's attire with golden embroidery and a blue mantle appeared before him.

  The woman sitting on the bed had long hair, but it was a bit disheveled, her body was very weak, and her face was somewhat pale. If not for the movement of that one eye, I would have suspected that this woman was a rag doll. However, despite that, she couldn't hide her empty eyes, which were a dull amber color with a sense of detachment. But when she saw her son, in that instant, they immediately flashed with a burst of light...

  Her lips were trembling with excitement as they parted...

  "Rocky! Rocky is back!"

  "Right! Mother, it's me!"

  Roki couldn't help but laugh and cry as he stroked his mother's face, gazing at her intently. To him, she looked just as beautiful as she had all those years ago. His mother was only a bit pale with disheveled hair; otherwise, she would be even more stunning than Lutz's birth mother...

  When I was young, my mother would often scold me. Once, I escaped from my teacher and pulled on the sleeve of a woman in front of me and asked: "Mother, is it true that Father doesn't want us? Are we destined to live here all our lives? Mother, does Father not love us?"

  The woman didn't say anything, she just gently stroked her son's cheek with a smile and said: "Silly child, at least your father is scolding me, not you!"

  "But..."

  "Huh?"

  "But I want Mother to be happy! Father is absolutely terrible, just looking at him makes me hate him!"

  "This is not good! Loki, you must get along with your brother, and the future queen will protect that child well. The arrival of that child will bring great changes to this land!"

  ……

  "Mother, how are you?"

  The light in the room was relatively dim. The young man sat on the edge of the bed, gently pulling his mother's withered hand and asked anxiously, "Are you okay? How about you?"

  Mother seems to have always been concerned about others...

  It has always been...

  There's a look of satisfaction on his face...

  Sometimes I don't know why mother married father...

  A long period of silence, the pigeon seemed to be impatient too, constantly flapping its wings and flying outside the window...

  It seemed that breathing had also stopped at this moment. The young man's lips turned slightly pale, and he pulled his mother's hand, smiling and saying: "Mom, I found the princess!"

  The woman's eyes narrowed and she tightly grasped her son's hand, asking him with some concern: "Didn't you tell her who you are?"

  "None, not one bit, Mother!"

  "That's great!"

  The environment inside the tower is as bad as a woman's hair, with no one to serve, and from time to time, eerie voices come from mid-air, sometimes Loki even suspects that there are crows in this tower, a kind of unremarkable animal that likes to flap its wings and then suck the flesh and blood of the dead after they die.

  "It's been ages since I've seen my own son," the woman said, stroking her son's face with a mixture of shock and delight. "Thank goodness your father didn't take it out on you back then... Loki, just being alive is good enough for me! Thank goodness..."

  His lips were still trembling, was it because of excitement? The young man choked back a sob, looking at his own eyes which were still spinning but had become dull and empty, he even thought that his mother was an idiot, why did she leave so stubbornly in the first place, just to avoid the imperial power struggle? But seeing his mother's appearance made him unbearable, so he endured this suffocating pain and stopped speaking...

  "Child, do you know? You shouldn't have come here!" The woman walked to the window inside the tower and gazed out at the clear sky with a hint of sighing: "If you do this, you will be subject to gossip. When your father stripped me of my identity that year when I secretly wanted to take you out of the palace, I was no longer your mother!"

  The outside air is free, but when it blows between the woman's nostrils, there is a suffocating pain. The woman's eyebrows slightly furrowed, looking at the flowers under the tower with a hint of desolation and melancholy...

  "Mother, what are you talking about! You've always been my real mother!"

  Is the world crazy? Why did what was mine become not mine? What wasn't mine unexpectedly became someone else's! My mother is like that, my father is like that, Los is like that, my own mother even more so, and I am too... It's as if we're pawns in God's hands, can he just move us around at will whenever it suits him?