It was comforting.
The soft light of the snowy weather passed through tall crystal windows and an ambiance of serenity and calm enveloped the entire room. It was much comforting for the weary heart of a white-haired youth who sat on the chaise couch with uncertainty. The quivering silver within his eyes strained on the carpet. Lips pressed together in worry and doubt.
This was the look Lady Maxiel saw when she returned with a tray of medicine and bandages. Her eyes softly softened as she sighed.
"Moulin, dear."
The youth immediately raised his gaze. He stared as his mother carefully placed the silver tray on the table beside the couch before she sat beside him with concerned eyes.
"Tell your mother what happened." She tried to look as gentle as possible. Her precious youngest son mattered to her more than those two older brothers of his who appeared more like giant untamed dogs before her eyes.
