The man with mahogany hair and electric cerulean eyes stood with an amused smile stretched across his face. It was strange. To witness the man, the powerful Lord whom he thought would have no weakness, no one to become too intimate with, look so protective and wary because of some young man. For all the years Rowan has served under him, this was the first time that he witnessed such a scene.
Rowan slightly lowered his eyebrows as he assessed Moulin from head to toe. He too knew that the youth was unique and his insights were remarkable even at first meet. He was already informed of the person that had caught the Lord's eye because of Varick's endless blabbering mouth. He didn't believe it at first. It sounded absurd and unbelievable. It was impossible for someone to fill the Lord's heart. Yet, here he was now. Witnessing the unearthing of the impossible.
