"Aedion?"
"Hello, young master."
The man's smile was as elegant as Moulin had first seen it. Eyes of enthralling aquamarine green. His raven hair was uncombed and messy. Although with a graceful smile, embarrassment shone on his face as he lowered his gaze.
Moulin blinked. After a few long seconds, amusement enveloped his eyes as he stared at the man's half-kneeling form. What a strange young man...
Moulin had remembered Aedion's persistence when he had accused Moulin of intruding in one of the guest rooms. But it only took one glance of Lord Hercullio's presence to make him cower and bow like an adorable obedient puppy.
Moulin forcefully tossed the book on his feet in the air and skillfully balanced his body for the book to fall on top of the tower of books. Once again, he leaned his head sideways and furrows his brows at the still kneeling man. "Please rise. I am not a lord of this fortress."
