a gorgeous white by Heather_anare

260: Explaining is tiring

"My Lord..." Varick bowed. His actions triggered the others to do the same. They bent their heads, and reverence filled the air. It was intense and almost visible. The silver-eyed youth who walked to the side of the High Lord was slightly surprised by the loyal gesture. Moulin sensed the powerful auras emitted by the people within the room. He could feel it even before he stepped into the room.

He was oblivious of the curious gaze the people around were giving him. Truthfully, it was the first time they had seen the Golden Lord walk in with someone else aside from his trusted aid, Lord Varick. The young man didn't look as mighty as Varick, nor did he look intimidating. However, his eyes had a fierce light. The young man was observing the room with innocent eyes. But it didn't appear that way to the rest. In their eyes, Moulin looked like he was assessing the value of the people within the room.

With his exquisite appearance, fierce eyes, and the strange ambiance wrapping around him, he was intimidating.

Moulin's eyes caught the familiar figures of his two brothers who were watching him. Surprise and alarm filled their faces.

"How satisfying..." Hadrian suddenly spoke. His golden eyes were appraising the people within the hall. "It seems all are present."

"Yes, My Lord. We are almost finished disseminating the reports." Said Varick, still bowing.

"Very well, I will hear it all before we end this assembly." Hadrian declared.

The leaders almost sweated all of the water in their bodies. This is the longest time the High Lord had spoken to them. It was somewhat shocking. Other times he would only look at them with an indescribable look. Even a nod was his highest acknowledgment.

Hadrian gestured his arm to lead Moulin to his seat. But there wasn't one extra seat on the table. Moulin looked at him in confusion, but still, he followed his lead. In the end, Moulin found himself sitting on the central seat of the table where the High Lord was supposed to be seated. And Hadrian? The man gave no qualms about having his lover sitting on his chair. There was a satisfied look in his eyes as he returned his gaze to his people.

The leaders and the rest wore dumbfounded looks. As if a raw egg had fallen on their heads, and they were too shocked to react. What were they seeing? High Lord Hadrian was acting like a respectable husband to the young man with silver eyes. There was no mistake... it seems their Lord is possessed.

No one knew of the aphrodite's identity. Well, except a particular group of people...

"This..." Lord Hendrick ceased his breath. His eyes were wide and open in disbelief. 'How is this possible? Is it... really Moulin? He knew illusions and lies didn't easily tempt his grandson. So... this young man must be him. It is really him.

The three Leonile members were frozen on the spot as their eyes unceasingly stared at Moulin intensely. Varick gave his friends a pitiful look before he returned his attention to the ongoing meeting.

Moulin stayed silent as the meeting proceeded. There was a strange awkwardness in the air, but Moulin was oblivious to it. He ignored their curious eyes, their whispers and intense gazes, and their expressions. However, he did felt quite annoyed with the attention he was having. He only threw a frown at the respected man beside him, who returned him a warm smile.

"!!!" The people witnessing the scene could no longer contain their shock.

"My Lord, If you don't mind me asking..." The leader of the Sairens, the merfolk clan, hesitantly spoke as he glanced at Moulin. "Who is this young man?"

Hadrian stopped and gave the merman a stern look. The leader felt fear, but he doesn't shrink back. His eyes were darting between the young man and the High Lord. He knew that he wasn't the only one curious about this situation. The rest of the souls within the room unconsciously braced themselves for no reason.