The faint shuffle of fabric reached the youth's ear. Even breaths and the slight tremble of lashes signified the young man's awakening. It was the gentle but distracting sound and the dim yet evident light from the windows which awoke the slumbering maeruthan on the bed. With a groan, Moulin slowly opened his eyes.
His hands subconsciously searched for something on the bed, lightly patting the crumpled sheets. The realization awoke him.
Steadily rising, Moulin turned to his side, where he remembered Hadrian had fallen asleep last night. But he wasn't there. Where is he?
Then, the sound of footsteps caught his attention. It came from beyond the bedroom entrance. When the doors opened, a familiar person emerged.
"Have you awakened?"
His golden eyes are deep yet bright. The regal ensemble he wore only enhanced the commanding presence he brought into the room. Dressed nobly in his elegant attire, Lord Hercullio crossed the threshold and reached the bed.
