The tall open windows welcomed the gust of cool air. A few fluttering snowflakes went over and kissed the smooth floor. Then, it's warmth, melting it in seconds. There was no presence of warmth, vibrant sunlight, as it had always been every day. However, it failed to lessen the daring gold luster of the man standing within the empty room.
White gauze curtains danced, and his sun-like eyes gazed blankly at the nothingness. Then, muscles tensing, jaw clenching, and his eyes darkening, he stood unmoved. The emptiness of the room seemed to suit his mood.
Suddenly, three knocks sounded from the door behind him.
"Your Lordship..." With furrowed brows, Varick called worriedly. It has been an hour, and Lord Hadrian had not come out from the room. Somehow Varick was concerned. He could not sense any presence inside, for the room was heavily guarded by a protective barrier. What was his Lord doing inside?
"My Lord?-"
