Chapter 1
**"The Stand-In No Longer Wishes to Play" by Guo Hongyi** **Synopsis:** Edward Hawthorne is the epitome of charm and intellect, a once-in-a-century beauty and a literary genius in the Realm of Eldoria. Remarkably, he bears an uncanny resemblance to Emperor Alaric’s long-lost love, the one who lit up his life years ago. After some time, this literary star voluntarily takes on the role of a stand-in, transforming himself into a charming and playful courtier who indulges the whims of the emperor. All perceive him as deeply enamored with Alaric, even Alaric himself. But then, the emperor’s long-lost love returns… Despite the return of the one who resembles his heart's desire, Edward remains composed and dutiful, never placing Alaric in a compromising position. However, he stretches his arms, yawns, and announces he’s leaving the capital: he’s had enough rest, he’s fulfilled his debts of gratitude, and now he craves freedom more than anything else! Finally, he can leave—la la la. Alaric: ??? It’s only later that Emperor Alaric realizes—Edward didn’t long for him at all. The one Edward loves isn’t him. And then, the proud emperor finds himself kneeling—a humbling revelation indeed. [On the surface, he is sweet and gentle; underneath, he is unfeeling and tempestuous. The charming stand-in and the formidable, yet haunted, emperor will delve into a tale of regret and desperate pursuit.] *I stand for myself. The true light of the moon is the one who is not Alaric, and the emperor has mistaken someone else. There will be a series of heart-wrenching reflections and an obsessive chase.* **Caution:** 1. This story features classic tropes, unexpected twists, and melodrama. Both lead characters have their flaws in various ways. 2. The narrative emphasizes romance. The plot is unconventional and serves emotional developments. 3. A grand chase for love unfolds. Expect moments of sweetness and bitterness—a rollercoaster of emotions. 4. If any of the above does not suit your taste, please kindly refrain from reading further. Thank you! **Content Tags:** Powerful Relationships, Romance, Face Slapping, Delightful Narratives **Search Keywords:** Main Characters: Edward Hawthorne, Lord Lucian Draven – Supporting Characters: **One-Sentence Summary:** A dramatic chase ignites the flames of love. **Story Review:** With charm and brilliance that is unparalleled, Edward Hawthorne is truly the beauty of the Realm of Eldoria. His striking resemblance to Emperor Alaric’s lost love was simply too great. Assisting Emperor Alaric was Edward’s initial intention, but eventually, he willingly steps into the role of the emperor's shadow, leading everyone to believe he’s utterly devoted to Alaric—including the emperor himself. Only when the truth comes to light does Alaric understand the depth of betrayal: Edward, the one who embodies Alaric’s love, has always been meant for someone else. This meticulously crafted narrative weaves together themes of love, rivalry, and the passage of time, painting a vivid tapestry of life in ancient times. The protagonists support each other through their youthful passion and later growth, a journey that preserves the burning emotions of their initial encounters amidst the vast and beautiful landscape of Eldoria.
Chapter 2
On the day the first snow fell over Eldoria, a group of distinguished guests arrived at a tavern just outside the Capital. It was rare to see so many visitors on a chilly day, and they all wore armor emblazoned with their ranks. The tavern staff busily served dishes while a young attendant expertly brought a pot of hot tea to the main table. A dozen soldiers scattered across several tables while at the main table sat a stern-looking high-ranking officer and a young man dressed simply. Unlike the other burly military officers, this young gentleman possessed strikingly handsome features that stood out remarkably. As someone who frequented this road to the Capital, the attendant couldn’t help but steal a few glances at the exceptionally good-looking man. But when he intended to look again, his view was blocked by the officer. Sir Percival Gray snatched a pot of hot tea from the young attendant’s hands and thumped it on the table. His white cloak contrasted sharply with his polished silver armor, which clanked heavily as he took his seat. “Damn this cold! It’s freezing!” Sir Percival grumbled, rubbing his hands that bore calluses from years of training. The young attendant, startled, hurried away, no longer daring to glance back. Beside Sir Percival, the young gentleman chuckled lightly. “Why scare the lad, Sir?” Sir Percival turned to the young man at his side, who exuded a completely different demeanor. With alabaster hands delicate like spring onions, he fiddled with a pair of chopsticks. As evening approached and the tavern was illuminated by flickering candlelight, the young man’s eyes shone clear and pure. His refined features resembled an exquisite work of art, reminiscent of a finely crafted landscape painting. Sir Percival shook his head, trying to focus. Damn it! They’ve been together for three months, yet he still loses focus whenever he sees Edward Hawthorne. Amid a tavern full of armored guards, Edward alone donned simple attire—a cream-colored outfit akin to that of common townsfolk. Yet, there was no denying that Edward Hawthorne was the most captivating presence there. It was not only due to his ethereal beauty, but also his calm and gentle aura, like a still spring water. Sir Percival couldn’t count how many gazes had been cast upon Edward during their journey. He had unwittingly blocked numerous admirers, each more taken than the last. “Such a handsome face,” Sir Percival couldn’t help but think, realizing how easily someone could develop feelings for a person like Edward. No wonder the Emperor had... Pouring himself a cup of hot tea, Sir Percival filled a second cup for Edward and casually remarked, “When we left the Capital, it was still summer, and now here we are with snowfall.” Edward paused mid-bite, raising his gaze towards Sir Percival, a soft light dancing in his eyes. “This year’s snow has come early.” “Doesn’t it?” Sir Percival continued wistfully. “Time really flies—it feels like just yesterday.” At this, Edward tilted his head slightly, his expressive eyes darting towards Sir Percival. He replied with a light chuckle, “Perhaps, Sir, behave with a bit more decorum.” Despite Edward’s otherworldly grace, his eyes sparkled with the warmth of spring, carrying an undeniable charm when he looked at others. “Ha, ha, ha!” Sir Percival laughed at his own distraction, running his fingers through his hair. “I meant to learn some manners from you on our journey, but well, it’s just not in me; I’m a rough sort of guy, after all.”
Chapter 3
Sir Percival Gray downed his tea in one swift motion, then poured himself another cup before turning to Edward Hawthorne with a warm smile. “Would you like some to warm up a bit?" “No, thank you,” Edward replied, returning the smile. With his rosy lips and pearly white teeth, he was a handsome sight. Yet, when he wasn’t smiling, he exuded an air of reserved coolness that made it hard for others to approach him. But once he smiled, those bright peach blossom eyes sparkled, drawing people closer without them even realizing it. Sir Percival Gray couldn’t help but remark to Edward, “Once we finish our meal, we need to be off. In about an hour, we should reach the Capital of Eldoria. I’m grateful to you for all your guidance, Edward. After we return to the capital... please take care of yourself." As he spoke those words, a wave of melancholy washed over him at the thought of returning home, where sharing meals with Edward would be nothing but a memory. Sir Percival was a man of action, typically dismissive of the delicate arts and literature that defined the world of scholars. Yet Edward was a notable exception. Previously, His Majesty had dispatched Edward to investigate corruption among the provincial governors, and Sir Percival’s role had been to ensure Edward’s safety. They had faced countless challenges together, including a devastating flood that had nearly claimed them both, resulting in Edward being injured. After recuperating and addressing all matters at hand, they began their journey home, but three long months had passed since then. During that time, Sir Percival’s feelings toward Edward had evolved from simple duty to a deeper desire for connection. It wasn’t just him; every soldier under his command praised Edward’s keen mind and unyielding integrity. Edward had proven adept at dealing with both corrupt officials and the calamities of nature. Beneath his delicate exterior lay a bold spirit that, even after sustaining injuries, held no bitterness toward his guards for their perceived shortcomings. He exhibited none of the arrogance often found in the capital’s intellectuals. As one of the soldiers put it, “After spending time with Edward, it doesn’t matter whether you’re a scholar or a warrior; there’s just something refreshing about it.” It was a pity that a figure as rare as Edward—truly the literary star of their realm—had ended up on the Emperor’s court. Sir Percival was lost in thought, but not wanting to disturb the atmosphere, he diverted his gaze. To his surprise, Edward chuckled and responded brightly, “Returning to the capital doesn’t mean we won’t see each other again. If you’re ever in the mood for a drink, Sir Percival, feel free to find me.” “Really?” Sir Percival looked up in surprise, his excitement evident. “Of course it’s true,” Edward replied, still smiling. Outside, the sky had completely darkened, and the tavern owner had stoked the fireplace within. In the flickering glow, Edward’s striking features danced between shadows and light, but his handsomeness never wavered. The young Hawthorne had a smooth, flawless complexion that reminded one of the finest jade. The only blemish was a faint scar near his temple, not more than half an inch long, a vicious reminder of a past pain. Though quite noticeable, it didn’t detract from Edward's charm; if anything, it became an artistic touch that added depth to his already captivating gaze. When he laughed, those enchanting peach blossom eyes would lift slightly at the corners, making that scar seem like a delicate embellishment, enhancing his allure.
Chapter 4
Sir Percival Gray stared at the scar and couldn’t help but think: the king has a one true love. It was a well-known fact across the realm. The emperor endured relentless pressure from the council and military for years without appointing a queen, all for the sake of that one true love. Who would have thought that Emperor Alaric, known for his harshness and stringent laws, would be so deeply in love? Rumor had it that the object of his affection was none other than the prince of Northland, a young man Alaric had met during his travels in his youth. They said the prince bore a scar just like the emperor’s. There were whispers that it was this very scar that helped Lord Lucian Draven rise to prominence in court. Lord Lucian bore an uncanny resemblance to the king’s lost love, almost as if they were twins separated at birth. After a brief meal, the group continued on their journey. The road back to the capital was long, yet they managed to return in under a month, living off meager fare and sleeping under the stars all the way. In truth, they could have taken their time. After all, they had just wrapped up their business along the two rivers, and urgent summons had arrived in the capital mandating Lord Julian Hawthorne’s immediate return. The Council of Lords was pushing for Julian's return because envoys from the Kingdom of Prosperity were coming, eager to engage with Eldoria in what they called cultural exchange. While touted as a friendly gesture, everyone knew it was a literary competition at heart. Eldoria valued brute strength over literary prowess, ruling through power. In contrast, the Kingdom of Prosperity, though weaker, prided itself on its educated elite, boasting a nearly literate population. If it came to a contest of words, Eldoria would stand little chance. However, as the central power in the region, Eldoria's council couldn’t afford to lose face. The only one capable of salvaging their reputation was Julian Hawthorne. Only Julian. Thus, pressing requests led to their constant night rides, having barely rested in quite some time. Julian boarded the carriage, his injuries still fresh, and the relentless jostling had made him appear fragile, as if a gust of wind might sweep him away. “Julian hasn’t taken a break the entire way back,” whispered soldiers, keeping their distance from the carriage. “Right? We’re tough-skinned, but he’s still wounded... The king should really consider his wellbeing. Julian just finished a grueling task and now he’s got to prepare for a literary duel. He could use some rest — even if he had the strength of three men.” “Besides, given how frail he looks… it's hard to believe the emperor shows no care for his condition.” “Honestly, I think Julian truly has feelings for the king. He has never complained, always suggesting early morning and late-night rides… Julian genuinely wants to serve the king well… but the king…” “Watch your mouth. You dare speak of the emperor like that?” Sir Percival Gray, overhearing their conversation, promptly reprimanded his men, “Thank goodness we’re out here; if we were in the capital, you'd be courting trouble.” “Yes, sir.” The soldier realized he'd overstepped, falling silent. Sir Percival, frustrated with his men, finally commanded them to move on. The emperor, despite his stern demeanor, was not without reason. On the contrary, Alaric was known for his fairness, a man of principles and honor. They had already pushed their limits returning at such speed; surely, if they took an extra day, the emperor would not hold it against them.
Chapter 5
But Sir Percival Gray didn't want to make things difficult for His Majesty, so he never once delayed, pushing through tirelessly. Sir Percival Gray felt a deep appreciation for Edward Hawthorne's loyalty to Emperor Alaric. Edward had always been steadfast, following the Emperor's commands without question. Others whispered that Edward was charming His Majesty, harboring ulterior motives, and before they left the capital, Sir Percival had believed those rumors. However, after witnessing Edward's remarkable abilities firsthand on their journey, he would now stake his life to defend him against such claims. With Edward's intelligence and skill, why would he need to play the seducer for his sovereign? If Edward treated the Emperor well, it could only mean he held deep feelings for him. But it was unfortunate that His Majesty... It was rumored that just a month after they left the capital, the Emperor had taken a new favorite, Lord Harold, into the royal harem. Though he had no official title or status, he had quickly secured a place in the Emperor's affections, largely due to his striking resemblance to the one who stole the Emperor's heart long ago. They had heard these tales just days before as they entered the North, overhearing the gossip in an inn. Sir Percival vividly recalled Edward's expression at the time... it was a look of confusion. A confusion that tugged at one’s heartstrings. By the time their party returned to the Capital of Eldoria, the city gates had already closed. Fortunately, as the deputy commander of the royal guard, Sir Percival had a permit that allowed him unrestricted access to the city. Edward had intended to go straight home and rest, settling back in the carriage and dozing off, but at the city gate, they were halted by a troop of guards. —The Emperor had stationed men at the gate to deliver a royal decree, summoning Edward to the palace immediately upon his return. Upon receiving the order, Edward looked taken aback for a moment. However, he quickly composed himself, nodding obediently and following the messenger into the palace without protest. Emperor Alaric wanted to see Edward privately in the Royal Study. As Edward entered the sumptuously decorated study, with its golden fixtures and vibrant hues, he scarcely had a moment to admire the decor. Just as he stepped inside, he was seized and pinned against the door by a familiar figure, the scent of Lord Lucian Draven enveloping him. A slender waist trapped him against the wooden panel, and Edward frowned slightly. "Your Majesty, you’re hurting me." "Willard the Brave, have you missed me after all this time?" Lord Lucian's words came like heated breath, brushing against Edward’s neck. Startled, Edward's voice turned softer. "…I have." A playful chuckle escaped the Emperor's lips. "What exactly have you missed?" Though the question hung in the air, Emperor Alaric didn’t expect a response. The sound of fabric brushing echoed within the room. Edward had not had the chance to change clothes before entering; Lord Lucian, accustomed to seeing him in formal attire, now seemed intrigued by his simple outfit. Pinned against the door, Edward squirmed, his voice becoming even more tender: "Your Majesty, I’ve traveled a long way back to the capital…" "I don't mind that you’re dirty." Lord Lucian's tone was unusually urgent. Edward gently pushed him away, pleading, "Your Majesty." Like a young kitten. This only served to amuse Lord Lucian further. He ordered that a bathing tub be brought into the Royal Study. The palace servants moved quickly, seemingly accustomed to the routine. Once everything was ready, Lord Lucian placed Edward into the warm water.
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