Hugo stood at the terrace looking out at the beautiful scene in front of him, yet he didn't look very pleased. His fingers rhythmically hit the wooden surface of the railing. His lips were pursed together annoyedly. Morris sat on the couch beside the wide glass door and munched on the fruits that were brought in for Hugo. he looked over at Hugo while eating, with a curious gaze he calculated the reasons for Hugo's current displeasure.
After trying too hard he couldn't reach a satisfying explanation and pulled up his legs to the chair and called out to Hugo.
"Your highness!" At his call, Hugo turned his head around and looked at him with a questioning aze.
"Did the meeting with the king not go well?" He asked. Hugo stared at him blankly as if trying to interpret the meaning of his words, Morris was a little worried as it was not a common sight of seeing Hugo so absent-minded.
