No one should come in. I'm upset, and I really need something.
The moment Aaron had all those thoughts to himself,
he regretted every second of it, as if he had thought twice. His timidity was back.
"What rebellion was he thinking of?" Aaron's heart throbbed with every second of regret.
It was strange to have such negative ideas. His eyes smiled with concern.
"Oh, thank God I didn't say any of this to Kris."
The man is cold and all, and he just makes me act differently and be cold, making it not easy to bully him. Thus, reflections and a headache roamed in Aaron's mind, and he promised to never have such thoughts again.
"I'll never, ever in my whole life try to be disobedient to my husband, whom I know nothing about."
Aaron believed that his thoughts were true and right.
Being truthful and obedient to one's husband with no resistance is the utmost life of a senirips.
He believed there were much worse senirips out there in worse relationships than he was in. His good luck key was the fact that he was a senirips born of the Lord and Queen.
Hours passed as he lay around, burying his head in pillows, crying between warm bed sheets. Aaron's mind became clear, and he had a broad idea.
His eyes brightened.
"Kris warned me not to meet anyone in the mansion, but he did not specify. Meeting a friend is not wrong, right?"
Aaron's heart was like a soft kitten, and that was his safe thinking.
Maybe Kris was just concerned that he would get lost or something,
so he asked him not to move around in the mansion. But that's fine; him going to meet a friend is not a problem.
The silver-haired man is the only one he feels he can talk to in this mansion and relate to, since everyone here, including his husband, avoids him.
The door creaked open gracefully. Aaron tiptoed out of his room, down the dark corridor where he was once lost.
As he moved, he admired the silver-haired man's paintings once more.
He could still look at them twice; the style and brush he used to paint seemed different, which kept Aaron's interest.
Finally, at the door between the corridor walls, Aaron opened the door with a soft knock that caught him off guard.
"Um, hello, it's me, Aaron."
Aaron managed to say as the door opened. He didn't mean it
. Aaron was met with the gaze of the silver-haired, beautiful man.
A polite smile was across his face.
"It's you again, I see. Come, new friend. Are you here for my art or to chat?"
His words were graceful and demure. Aaron flushed, his heart throbbing. Why is he so polite and warm? It made him flush.
"I'd love to."
Aaron was invited in politely, and the man's beautifully painted lips were still smiling at him.
Aaron's heart: He's so nice and polite; no one has been this nice to me. His heart bubbled.
His white-sleeved fingers squeezed the hem of his shirt.