The Clingy Spirit Of The Blackened Male Partner [BL/QT/edited MTL]

Briquettes and Freckles 22-23-24-25-End

Fili could feel the critical gaze beside him. The more nervous he became, the more his hands and feet became stiff and disobedient.

The queen made no secret of her disappointment. She looked at Fili walking like a stupid duck. It was really funny. After all, he was the son of an earl, but he couldn't even do the most basic etiquette. He was even stupider than she thought. Queen Increasingly dissatisfied.

When she felt bored, Fili seemed to be picked out and stabbed anywhere.

His body was stiffly arranged in an arc, and he was hit by rulers at every turn. His walking posture was forcefully twisted. Every step seemed to be carefully measured, and his waist was constantly bent into an arch.

After repeating it countless times throughout the day, Fili returned to the room with a sore back. He was even more exhausted than doing housework, and he subconsciously rejected future etiquette lessons.

But if he didn't study, the queen might hate him even more, and Fili couldn't bear to embarrass Grell.

Every day since then, he kept repeating those annoying postures, his face turned pale, his body was trembling, and extreme pressure accumulated on him.

In addition, he must also learn music and dance, so that he can become a nobler person.

Fili felt that he was so tired, both physically and mentally. As he spent the day in such a depressed manner, he became more and more taciturn, with no smile on his face.

Finally, he couldn't bear it and complained to Grell: "Can I not go to that etiquette class? I really don't like it? Or let those teachers teach slower. I can't meet their standards at all."

Grell frowned and refused, hugging Fili and coaxing: "Be obedient, this is mother's good intention, she wants to train you to become a qualified queen."

"The etiquette class is a bit boring, but my partner must learn it. This represents the dignity of the royal family. Fili, can you bear with it for me? It will be over soon."

"The sooner you learn it, the sooner we can get married. Don't you want us to have the wedding sooner?"

Fili smiled bitterly, of course he thought, but it was really uncomfortable to hold on. He stayed in the cold classroom all day long. The teacher seemed to have no emotion when speaking, and all that rang in his ears were severe reprimands and contemptuous looks.

"Why are you so stupid?!"

"How do you qualify to be with Grell?"

"You can't even compare to a servant, so useless."

Words like these make Fili unable to hold his head up, and his sensitive self-esteem has been trampled on time and time again. Now he is afraid when he hears the word etiquette. It will make him feel that he is a rigid puppet being manipulated, and all joyful things will be wiped out.

Is he that bad? There is no merit at all, nothing can be done well, and it will only make people unhappy.

Fili couldn't help but think that even if he married into the royal family, he would still be a waste-like existence. He also wanted to be outstanding, but he just couldn't do it. Fili fell into self-loathing.

The queen frowned when she saw it. She had been teaching etiquette for half a month, but this person's temperament had not changed at all. He was timid. She didn't ask him to be cheerful and confident, but she also didn't have such a gloomy look. It was really unacceptable.

It was a waste of so much of her time, and no one could teach her how to teach him.

It's so disappointing. How could her son fall in love with a good-for-nothing person?