【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第六章（下）

（又超字数限制了。。。up分两期投了）
A boy-king first, and then just a king, and now a brother far from home. Who would he be the day he died? Would he meet death clumsily, slipping into its arms at the age of eighty with his crown askew and his legacy secured? Or would it have to drag him, kicking and screaming, into the dark—frigid water filling his lungs, praying, Father, Father, save me, with no one to remember him but two gods and a kingdom without a king?
He did not even know how he would face them, if he returned. Would they understand what he did in the Blue Valley? Would they know it was all for them? Would they care?