a gorgeous white by Heather_anare

226: There is no escape

From the moment he woke up, Moulin couldn't sleep.

Until dawn broke into the night sky. He is awake and staring at the little furry beast of white in his arms. His fingers stroked the sleeping Snow's fur gently. Silver eyes lowered as the faint ethereal light of the sunrise struggled to enter the room. However, Moulin calmly admired the horizon's beauty. Someone came to bring Snow to him last night. Moulin didn't have to think hard about who did it. The answer was clear and easy.

However, he didn't know what to feel about it.

It would have been better if Moulin could have met him. But Moulin knew even if he had awoken earlier... Hadrian would still not see him.

'Coward...' Moulin thought as he lowered his head. He pressed her lips together. There was disappointment and writhing anger. However, deep inside, Moulin could not deny how he missed his warmth. As stupid as it sounds, he will not deny it. What was the point of hiding and lying to himself? He had enough of it.

Right now, all he wanted was to go home. He wanted things to be better again, but he knows one should not expect eternal happiness. No matter how much you crave for it... it would not last forever. You must bleed, be betrayed, sweat, shed tears, ache inside, and sometimes live the most gut wrenching experience in your life to attain it. But it would still not last forever...

A sigh escaped the youth's lips. Moulin raised his head and realized that dawn had passed and the bright sun was glaring through the glass windows. He felt the little fox shift on his lap. Letting out a faint yawn, Snow sluggishly stretched his small limbs on his master's lap. Moulin watched as Snow blinked dazedly and lifted his small head to meet Moulin's eyes.

It was when after a few seconds have passed did those beady silver eyes brighten and widen in surprise. Moulin restrained a smile. The little brat instantly jumped on his master's chest, knocking Moulin down on the pillows with a surprised yelp. Snow began licking Moulin's cheek. His pink tongue lapping on the smooth rosy cheek.

Moulin chuckled before he lifted the small fox by his scruff. He sat up once again and smiled as he cradled the little fox in his arms. "How have you been?"

"Ao!!" Snow barked loudly as he nuzzled his snout on Moulin's stomach. He whimpered, showing how wronged and sad he was feeling. The sight was almost pitiful. But Moulin couldn't sympathize. Snow looked absolutely adorable trying his best to be comforted.

He chuckled again and caressed the fox's furry head of white.

Not long after, Moulin carried Snow as he moved to the edge of the wide bed. His bare feet met the furred carpet, and he sat still. It was another day of trying to escape. He internally mocked himself for his stubbornness but he could not give up. Yesterday, Alsander came to help him find a way to escape. There was hope. But how would they do it? Stuck inside this room like a prisoner, Moulin had tried everything to disable the barrier. But it only resulted in exhausting his energy.

How were they going to help him escape?

...

He shakes his head. The messy waves of his silver hair swayed. He was impatient, but he needed to wait. Alsander would be back and hopefully... they have already thought of a plan. Moulin slightly nods his head, and he continued to stroke Snow's fur as he sat quietly.

'The chambermaids are late...' Moulin furrows his eyes as he looked at the closed balcony.

Knock! Knock!

Moulin flinched.

He immediately turned his head to the doors. He narrowed in eyes suspiciously. The knock wasn't gentle and polite like how the servants would. It was loud and urgent.