Julian lay on the bed as he stared blankly on the ceiling. After he had left the room, he had gone to the camp and sparred with the knights to kill time. He didn't want to go into his room. Not until she was fast asleep. And when darkness creeped in, he went to the bar to consume liquor. This would at least help him to calm his mind and take her off his mind. But he was wrong. The more he drunk, the more the images of her body wrapped in the towel flashed across his mind. How could he even be able to avoid her when her sight alone was enough to make him go crazy?
Coincidently, Leon was also in the same place. He was sitting in a corner while holding a mug of liquor and he could see Julian turn troubled with each passing minute. Whatever was going through his mind, he could tell was something that ought not to be taken lightly. Leon had never seen him in such a state before.
