After a tedious hour, the gathering was dismissed. When the King withdrew from the hall along with his advisers, the rest of the elves began to began to vacate the area. There were servants sent to prepare rooms for their guests, and so the maeruthans who were anxiously waiting for their Lords were surprised at the news and calmly cooperated with the elves. They had faith that Lord Emlen Fraunces would have an excellent story to tell them. Well... Only if he weren't in a bad mood.
"They are going to take me elsewhere. I think we won't be sharing a bed for a long time." Moulin said to Hadrian in a low voice.
The blonde man turned to his lover. His deep eyes held Moulin's stare, locking the youth within his gaze. There was meaning within them that only Moulin could understand. The youth's silver eyes curved in amusement.
Hadrian narrowed his eyes, "They wouldn't dare."
