"Hah!!"
Moulin's eyes abruptly open. His breaths were rapid and heavy. With one move, he instantly sits up and held his head. "Hah... Hah... Hah... "
His heart pounded strongly as if he had just run a whole mile in one minute. The messy waves of his hair fell down his trembling shoulders. His chest, rising and lowering, Moulin shuts his eyes tight as a piercing ache enters his skull. Dizziness filled his mind. It was mind-numbing.
'A dream?' Moulin furrows his brows.
No, he didn't think so...
It felt real...
Morhas... What did he mean to tell him?
Suddenly, heavy footsteps entered his ears and Moulin, driven by his unstable state of mind, swiftly summoned an ice blade and hurled it towards the person revealing himself. The blade cut through the air with a swish!
However, the man only waved his hand and caught the dangerous blade of ice within his grasp. Golden eyes stared with uncertainty at the disheveled look of the youth sitting on the bed. With suspicion, his eyes narrowed.
"Did you have a nightmare?" His deep voice inquired and he slowly approached the canopy bed.
Silver eyes slightly widened. The youth stared at Hadrian who came near him with a concerned gaze. Gradually, his breathing steadied, "Hadrian..."
At the same time, the blade within the man's grasp disappeared into a flurry of snow.
The Lord calmly sat at the edge of the bed and reached out to caress the youth's cheek. With a soothing tone, he spoke comfortingly. "I'm here."
Moulin instantly felt at ease and he leaned his face against Hadrian's palm. The shock and panic in his silver eyes finally abated. He gave himself a couple of minutes to calm himself and lean on Hadrian's touch. The contact was surprisingly comforting. It did great to soothe his heart. Moulin sighed.
After a couple of minutes, Hadrian drew his eyes together. "Must be quite a nightmare."
A crease appeared between Moulin's slender brows. The youth slowly narrows his eyes as he lifted his head to meet Hadrian's gaze. "It wasn't a dream. I had-"
Moulin stopped when his throat felt constricted. His eyes bulged open as he felt a painful pressure around his throat. His mouth opened and closed to breathe in the air but to no avail it was hopeless. His eyes reddened and he stared at Hadrian in shock. Alarm flashed in those magnetic golden eyes. Hadrian hastily held down Moulin's hands that were about to reach for his throat.
A speech restriction, Hadrian recognized. He knew that this kind of seal can only be invoked by an infinitely powerful individual. Hadrian could not break the seal but he could take away the pain. Darkness surged in his heart, poisoning his mind blank. Who would dare do this to his person?!
Hadrian narrowed his eyes and he raised his other hand to hold Moulin's throat in a gentle grip. His long fingers curled around the youth's pale throat. His small adam's apple brushed Hadrian's palm. Looking into those desperate eyes, Hadrian calmly spoke. "Look at me calmly. It won't be painful..."
Moulin couldn't breathe. His lungs ached. The pain was similar to how he triggered the speech restriction a long time ago. Although panic decorated his face, he followed Hadrian's words and forced himself to calm down.
"You're doing great..." Hadrian kissed Moulin's forehead and began to spread his mana toward's Moulin's meridians. Moulin trembled at the burning sensation around his throat. His hands clenched tightly into fists; knuckles whitening. With a thundering heart, he compelled himself to endure it.
