His soft sigh warms his damp lips. Moulin vacated the bathroom. Doors closed with a ringing shut. His bare feet tickled the smooth shiny floor with the softness of his toes.
Bathed and dressed, refreshed and soothed, Moulin made his way towards the long table situated before the glass balcony doors. He wore a white loose tunic that appeared translucent against his fair unblemished skin. His silky silver hair, elegantly braided and tied with a blue ribbon. Moulin who wore a relaxed expression eyed the food and the man making himself comfortable on his seat.
Snow and Keir were gobbling all the food on their plate. It was both their third time and they still felt famished. Pola fell in love with the two adorable furballs at first sight. Together they were an ultimately adorable pair! With her hands clasped in front of her, Pola smiled at the two pups and then shot Hadrian a suspicious glare as well.
"Good meal, My lord?" Moulin raised an eyebrow at Hadrian as he took the seat beside the golden-eyed man.
Hadrian lowered the cup of black coffee in his hand and lifted his gaze to ravish Moulin's appearance. The liquid gold within his eyes deepened in color and a smirk played on his lips. "Indeed, it is."
Moulin narrowed his eyes at Hadrian's response and sighed. "Control yourself..."
"It sounds easy when said. Truly, it's torturous to just watch and not eat."
"Shut up" Moulin turned away and began to fold a napkin on his lap. His actions were elegant and neat. It made Hadrian amused.
The rest of the meal was slightly chaotic for Moulin had to scold Snow and Keir who hopped on the table causing the utensils to fall to the floor. The table trembled as the two began to chase each other playfully with a macaroon in their mouth. Pola became flustered and she hurried to stop the two mischievous pups. Moulin glowered at the fox and wolf and wanted them that if they continued to misbehave they would never leave this room. Reluctantly, the two pups quietly jumped down from the table with lowered heads.
In truth, it wasn't Moulin that had made them stop, but it was the extreme gaze of the golden-eyed lord who glared at them while Moulin was talking.
Snow: Hmph! I'm not afraid of him! Master can just beat him up!
Keir: I was bad. Wuwu...
After a few minutes later, Moulin finally finished his meal. With a cup of warm milk in his hand, he slightly turned his chair and gave a side-glance at the crystal cool of the balcony revealing the calm and grey skies. It seems that winter was about to come. Zenin City had always experienced more snow than the other three seasons. It was one of the reasons Moulin loved his home.
People, rich or poor, would all have a roof to cover their heads while living in the cold weather. And although this was the case, the people of Zenin have adapted to the cold environment of the city.
"Young master..."
"Hm?" Moulin calmly hummed a response while he continued to stare at the balcony.
Pola softly smiled and furrowed his brows as she began to relay the information she was tasked to relay to the third young master before she entered the bed chambers.
"The Lord of the house has requested your presence..."
Moulin stopped. He gently placed his cup on the table and nodded to Pola. "Thank you, Pola"
Pola bowed to him.
Of course, Moulin already knew why his father would summon him. Maxille had delivered the cure to the family mage, Phaelona, and the family seer, Colahn, last night. Today, Moulin would know the results and then they would proceed to cure his sleeping mother.
