Standing at a grand size mirror, eyes void of light, Milo stand there motionless, surrounded by shinning luxuries.
In the eyes of the family I'm useless, in the eyes of outsiders I'm a arrogant young master, and in this place...I'm just nothing.
Milo had live in this place at the age of 14, in his past life he died at the age of 34. he is currently 17 and have a life growing inside him. The eldest child he lost and enable to protect....
The door opened and a maid came in without knocking, a sign of disrespect.
"Saint Mako, called for you."
But milo doesn't care, as long as they don't move their hands, all is good. And they'll only talk to me when the person I married called for me, but most of the time, it's because the flower of the person I married want to have a TEA time with me, which is just to flaunt about how the supposed husband of mine? Love him so much.
And it's seems that today is one of those days.
Walking the corridor of his floor and the other two floor, and the entry of the public villa.
Another walking to get out of the villa.
Waiting and Ridding a carriage to reach the path way to the back garden, which literally a mountain...
Pass the bridge and you'll a rave at the path way of 'fragrance' where flower of every season blooms.
"pleasant afternoon Saint Mako"
Milo lift the raised his left hand and place his right hand to hi chest, he crossed his legs a little and lower his hips a bit, his body tilting a little as he gave a bow. Looking like a bouncing flower as he finished greeting courtesy.
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