The sun had started to rise, and the house staff was in the middle of their first busy schedule of the day: preparing breakfast, cleaning the house, tending the garden. Inside the ante-library, however, it was very calm and quiet. With a cup of warm tea in front of him, Han Joon sat face-to-face with the Matriarch.
"This is nostalgic," the Matriarch spoke in her usual soft tone, inhaling the delicate scent of her tea before sipping on it.
"...so I did go and see you," Han Joon stared at the steam billowing from the tea.
Ludya flicked her gaze at the man--a young man. The gaze was not yet exhausted of the world, but there was a deep maturity that came from frightening experiences. It was fascinating for her how his proper form changed slightly in each stage of his life.
