Steam rose from the fragrant warm water and petals floated like tiny little paper boats. Inhaling the soothing lavender scent in the air, Moulin sighed as he relaxed in the white porcelain tub. His naked wet skin had a sexy glistening sheen making him look as enticing as a white iridescent pearl. Silver eyes gazed quietly at the reflection on the water.
"A Beacon of Hope... you?" He could not help but shake his head. Moulin slowly raised his gaze to the ceiling and dwelled deep in his thoughts.
The initial idea was to appoint him as a patron of Morhas, but it faced considerable opposition. Yet, Lord Fridal and Lady Klaria likely anticipated this resistance. They might have been testing reactions by putting forward an unconventional proposal and holding their position until the opposition yielded, achieving a decision that ultimately aligned with their intentions.
Were they trying to fool me too?
The youth's brows furrowed. To lure me into agreeing?
