Moulin turned his head.
Silver eyes slightly narrowed as he looked past the gauze curtains. Lord Hadrian's face remained expressionless. His gaze was soft as he observed his lover's suspicious face. However, his moment of satisfaction was broken when a familiar and annoying sound noised within the room.
"Ao!"
Alarmed, Moulin immediately approached the curtains and parted the drapes. Concern layered his eyes as he spotted the snow-white fox who came scurrying towards him and jumping into his arms. Moulin skillfully caught the little startled beast and stroked its soft white fur to calm him. Snow nestled in Moulin's embrace before he turned his head with a growl. His beady silver eyes were brimming with fury and humiliation.
Keir who was sat by Moulin's feet only wagged his tail as he tilted his head in confusion.
"Forgive me... I did not mean to frighten your... pet"
With a ferocious glare, Moulin lifted his gaze. His eyes glowered at the man who had frightened his tiny companion. The man before him had on a confused expression. Moulin was too upset to acknowledge the man's eyes of aquamarine green and the handsome features of both his body and face. Moulin glared.
"Who are you?"
The man blinked at his question. Should this young man, the intruder, really be the person to ask that?
A chuckle escaped his mouth and he ran his hand up to his blonde hair as amusement filled his features. How entertaining...
"Forgive me but I believe the invader shouldn't be the person to-"
His words were interrupted when the drapes parted and the powerful form of Lord Hercullio entered the room. His uninterested golden eyes. Hadrian met the man's eyes making the warrior freeze in his place.
As shock overflowed from his eyes, the man spoke. "M-My Lord!"
"Aedion..." Hadrian only spoke his name as he neared his beloved. Moulin raised an eyebrow at him, deeply disturbed and bothered. How could he not sense someone else within the room? To think that this man had sneakily heard their conversations and exchange Moulin hated the thought of it. It was alright if he had sensed the invader but it was too late for that.
Aedion's eyes widened, even more, when he saw the soft look his Lord was wearing when he gazed at the young man beside him. Aedion appeared as if nothing in the world could shock him compared to the scene before his eyes. He had admitted that the young man was quite a beauty himself. The aura of allure and frost dallied around him. Those bewitching eyes and that lovely face were even more alluring than the most charming lady in the fortress.
Aedion was even captivated as well at first sight.
He had heard stories of the Lord's escape to the northern mountains of Zenin from Varick's endless chatter. How a young aphrodite had saved their lives and had most likely caught their Lord's eyes. He thought about how much crap that story was. However, he was here currently witnessing the soft exchange the two were performing in front of him.
Moulin felt unsettled as he stared at Aedion's dazed expression. Turning his head, he spoke to Hadrian. "Who is this?"
"Aedion Kleinstine, one of my knight commanders," Hadrian responded.
Moulin blinked. He faced Aedion with a doubtful look. Isn't he too... young to be a knight commander? 'He looks my age.'
"!..." Aedion gaped in shock. The Lord just effortlessly gave his name to him without a second thought! "M-My Lord...
"Aedion." Hadrian coldly gazed at him as he pulled Moulin closer.
Moulin: ...?
"This is my beloved. Moulin Fruances, the third young master of the Fraunces Nobility." There was pride in his eyes as he wrapped his arm around the youth's slender waist. His thick fingers idled on the alluring curve of the young man's body.
