In the kingdom of Thundralln, the sun had risen high and the day was as bright. Daylight passed through the tall windows with its curtains drawn open.
Laid on the soft covers of the bed, the youth was sleeping soundly. Breaths calm and soothing. His wavy hair spreads out on the large dark pillows. White strands looked dazzling layered by the filtered crimson light beaming through the red curtains of the bed. Shut eyes looked undisturbed. Long lashes cast shadows on the white milky skin. A tint of rosiness spreads on his cheeks making the youth looked youthfully beautiful.
Moulin knitted his eyebrows when he felt a wet tongue licking his nose. Moulin knew such actions could only be done by one little brat. A throaty moan sounded from Moulin after the youth faintly smiled. His lashes fluttered open like elegant butterfly wings, revealing the silver pupils beneath the heavy lids.
