Dexter stared at the hearth, listening to the crackle of woods with a glass of wine in his hand, sitting leisurely on the armchair. He didn't plan to tell Aries about how he met Abel — at least it wasn't in his plans right now. However, his mouth just naturally spoke the things he didn't talk about for a long time.
Dexter blinked ever so slowly, turning his head to the person who entered his chambers. Seeing it was Gustav, he peeled his eyes away from him and set them back in the fireplace.
"Gustav," he called, while the head butler silently lit up a candle on the stand. "Do you remember the time we first met?"
Gustav smiled without turning around to face the marquess. "You were young back then, my Lord."
"Arrogant and naive," Dexter added with a bitter laugh. "Who would have thought, right?"
