It was the sweet scent of fruits that woke Moulin from his sleep. The fragrance of citrus and something minty and sweet. The blankets of glistening pure white wrinkled as a pale arm moved.
Long thick lashes fluttered open, and drowsiness vanished from lustrous silver pupils. The youth blinked a few times. He gazed at the open windows. The horizon reflects itself within his eyes. The golden glow bathes his slender form. A layer of yellow enveloped the whole interior of the room.
Moulin furrows his brows as he slowly rose from the pillows. Gazing down at his body, he realized he was already cleansed and dressed. A crease appeared between the youth's brows. Turning his head, he roamed his eyes around him.
Where were Snow and Keir?
Where was Hadrian?
Confusion etched his face. He slipped off the bed-pink toes reaching the furred floors. Slowly, Moulin stood on the carpets as he faced the eventide donning the bedroom with its sunset glow. He stretched his arms and legs, slightly wincing at the ambiguous sting of his nether regions.
Right. He was eaten till unconsciousness. However, he must have felt more tired than usual. The soreness in his thighs felt as if he had just finished having sex. It felt raw and throbbing.
Did Hadrian...
Moulin frowned.
With a soft sigh, Moulin bent down to carefully massage his garbed thighs, littered with marks and bites unseen beyond the fabric that covers it. Moulin frowned.
Suddenly, knocks sounded at the doors of the bedroom.
Wariness filled the youth as he faced the wooden doors. Hadrian wouldn't waste his time knocking. If it were him, he would've just shamelessly barged in.
Without even waiting for a response, the doors opened, revealing three servants donned in neat white uniforms. Golden circlets rested on their foreheads, and silver beaded bracelets were worn on each of their wrists: one male and two women.
"Who are you?" Moulin stared at them with unfeeling eyes.
The older woman widened her eyes. She was not expecting that the guest had already awoken. But what surprised her even more was the captivating beauty of the youth as he stood before the golden glow of the sunset. His wavy white hair elegantly falls around his shoulders and those eyes. They were like diamonds. She had to admit that she had never seen such beauty in her entire life.
Suddenly, sympathy for the boy fills her chest. How unfortunate this young man is. Indeed, he had the looks to even catch the interest of the sole pitiless Lord of this abode. It must've been hard for him.
"Forgive us, dear guest. We did not mean to intrude. We have been tasked to attend to your needs." The woman bowed her head. The make servant followed her lead. However, the young girl sized up the figure of the youth before she reluctantly followed the head maid's lead.
Moulin noticed her actions. He could not mistake the displeasure in her eyes. He sneered silently before he acknowledged their servitude towards him.
With a wave of her hand, the head maid instructed the two servants to prepare Moulin. Moulin told them that he had already bathed so they could only prepare the garments and jewelry for him to wear.
When Moulin asked the head maid about why should he wear extravagantly, she smiled and dutifully answered. "Young Master, the Lord had invited you to join him for tonight's meal. You will also be in the presence of the previous patriarch."
"I see." Moulin slightly lowered his gaze.
They led him in front of the mirror after he had changed his clothes in the dressing room. There was gold everywhere. Internally, he thought his eyes would go blind because of the luxury. Honestly, this place appeared very proud to call itself the Golden Fortress. Even a single dressing room was not spared.