"I am your Lord."
A heavy gust of frigid wind swept past the three men. When those words were uttered, not even Moulin could refute it. However, even with the silence and the oppressive ambiance that threatened to derive them from breathing, Moulin unyieldingly met Hadrian's eyes.
His assumptions were now proven true. Hadrian had indeed changed. And it wasn't for the better. Somehow, Moulin believes it was that he was the sole cause of Hadrian's change.
"Aedion, please leave us," Moulin muttered, never left eye contact with the man in front of him.
Raising an eyebrow, a cold smile graced Lord Hadrian's lips. Golden eyes were filled with incredulity and intrigue. "You are brave enough to order my people in front of me?"
