"Brothers..."
Moulin eyes wore a wistful gleam. One that made the two men before him flustered. The young man stood before his brothers with a questionable expression, layering with curiosity. The silence of the hallways was broken by the faint whoosh of the wind that crossed through the high pillars of the hallways. Emlen frowned as he took in the sight of Moulin's depressed expression.
'Did the High Lord do something to him?' Was his first thought. This made his blood seethe.
"Moulin, what happened?" Maxille stepped forward and gently grasped his little brother's shoulder. His gray eyes were overwhelmed with worry. "Did something happen?"
"Eldest brother..." Moulin began. His gaze lifted as he met Maxille's eyes. With a soft voice, he spoke. "Please... let me see father. I want to see him..."
"..."
