Moulin suddenly felt flustered but his face remained slightly surprised by his brother's question. Turmoil rolled inside his chest as he kept his expression as still as possible. He thought about Hadrian who was perhaps reading through all the books he had collected inside his bed chambers. Moulin didn't sense boredom in the man's expression. In fact, before Moulin left to accompany his mother, he caught the faint reluctance in Hadrian's face when the lord sat on his bed expressionlessly. The scene was particularly... adorable.
Moulin resisted a smile.
He was unaware of the intent gaze of the young lord sitting across him. Maxille didn't miss the faint redness in Moulin's cheeks and the youth's urge to not smile in front of him.
All these little details set a bomb inside Maxille's head. Gray eyes tremble and he swallowed nothingness while he tried hard to keep a natural expression.
