"Moulin..."
Aedion called, with worry gracing his green eyes as he began to walk forward. His steps were slow as if hesitating to come near the silver-eyed young man. Under the warm light of the day, shining from the windows, Aedion's frown became clear before Moulin's eyes.
"Sir Aedion." Addressed Moulin with a faint smile. An uneasy feeling settles in the depths of his heart. He stopped in his steps, making Snow and Keir stare at their master curiously.
Hearing Moulin's seemingly depressed tone. Aedion's concern grew. It was like the brightness in his eyes have disappeared, replaced by neutrality and perturbation. He wondered what Hadrian had done to make Moulin become like this. Regret washed over him like a tidal wave. He shouldn't have left Moulin Moulin believing that Moulin could settle things with Hadrian.
With distressed eyes, Aedion spoke. "Are you alright? I heard you suddenly requested Lord Hendrick a change of room."
