Clipped on her pale blue hair, a few precious baby blue pearls shone against the light. She was quite tall. Perhaps, taller than Ghana, the only woman he knew who was much taller than him. The dainty jewelry made the lady look more delicate in the young master's eyes. However, Moulin could not help but sense sothing amiss behind her sweet oceanic gaze.
Before she could give Moulin the chance to hesitate, she walked into the room with a distracting smile. Moulin did not stop her and he called on a person to deliver food for his guest. The door closed quietly behind them.
Not long after, the table was set. Moulin pulled the chair back for the young woman who gratefully gave him one of her breathtaking smiles. He remained distant and polite while he returned to his seat. Only the sound of cutlery noised within the room.
The lady lifted her gaze from her plate to observe the beautiful young man quietly feeding the little fox eyeing her suspiciously. The corner of her lips lifted and she spoke, "Hm, you're quite different from the man you were last night, young lord Fraunces."
"How so, My Lady?" Expressionless, Moulin finally t her gaze. The magnetic glow in his eyes almost hypnotized her.
A grin, "Please, call Klaria."
"..."
"Forgive for my intrusion. I didn't want to waste precious remaining hours of my only rest day. I have been traveling from far away and to spend my ti with those boring old n..." She sighed in discontent. "... is so much more tiring."
"I see..."
Moulin smiled at her. The gentle curve of his eyes, loose wavy hair draping over his shoulders, and his rosy lips, moist from the oil, beguiled the young woman before him. There was sothing mystical in the way he looked. Silver hair wasn't too uncommon. But coupled with the youth's enchanting silver eyes, much too different from his brother's eye colors, his beauty could enthrall thousands.
However, it seems most do not desire him rely for his looks. His power and mana was sothing sought after. Ralor was in need of purifiers like Moulin. As the darkness continued to crawl toward the life housed within the bases, it devoured every bit of mana and corrupted the living. The corruption could be slowed with spells and potions.
However, it wasn't as powerful and effective as a purifier's ability that could vanquish evil entirely.
Suddenly, Moulin spoke. "Thank you for what you did."
"Hm? What do you an?"
Moulin calmly smiled while he took a sip from his cup, "We failed to express our gratitude for your helpful deed in the market."
Silence sank between them for a few seconds. The Lady's eyes grew more curious and interested. She folded her arms on the table and rested her chin on the back of her hands, appearing languid and intrigued. "Hm... I swore I casted my most powerful concealnt spell. Not even my finest warriors could sense my mana although I was only a few steps away from them.
I wonder if the young master could enlighten on how you manage to recognize?"
Of course, Moulin could not tell her that he'd used Galadin's gift to investigate her. He accidentally plucked a mory from the market place and this ti, he wasn't feeling faint.
Moulin smiled, "My Lady, we were exposed to your mana and during yesterday's banquet, I had suspicions proven when I sense the familiarity of the sa mana from you."
Secretly, Moulin heavily thanked Varick's rule for guests to remove any concealnt magic before entering the banquet hall.
Klaria, although a smile decorated her face, looked doubtful.
"My spell is able to conceal my mana from any sentinel and any being possessing a magic core, my dear. It destroys mana-scenting. I have perfected this spell for half a decade. Perhaps, there is so much more to you than a purifier ice-wielder. Tell . You can trust with secrets, dear." She urged.
Moulin stopped, revealing a confused expression, "To a stranger, I just t? I'm afraid we aren't that close to disclosing'secrets' with each other. "
"Then we must resolve that issue at once." She declared. "The reason why I have co to you this morning was to create a precious bond with the lords of Helios. Your beloved, High Lord, is too much of an ice block. You will do nicely."
Exposing herself so effortlessly. Moulin was gaped. The little snow-white fox sitting on his lap tilted his head in confusion.
"I could really use a tour around Helios. I'm sure with your beloved's authority, our trip will go smoothly."
Moulin who lived in Helios for only less than a year since his revival and was always watched by a particular all-seeing High Lord. "..."
"Ah, it's a pity I only have one day to rest." She sighed pitifully, blinking her moist blue eyes. "I wanted to spend a few days relaxing with Helios's many pleasures. Unlike a certain slly old man, I'd prefer a cool bath in one of your largest pools than the relishing flesh and wine of your golden city."
Sowhere within the Grekellian quarters, Fridal Hyantor sneezed loudly in the middle of drinking a new type of expensive wine.
The more she talked, the more helpless Moulin beca. He couldn't utter a word while she chattered away. It seems she has forgotten her doubts too quickly. However, she was kind enough to let him answer her questions shortly.
The little snow-white fox sitting on the youth's lap continued to stare at her. Beady round eyes blinked while his nose twitched. Snow continued to observe Klaria while he gladly welcod every piece of at his master offered him.
***
"Ahh..." Moulin sighed heavily, rolling his shoulders to ease off the aches in his joints.
His morning had too much... talking.
Luckily, the lady's attendant ca to escort her away for sothing important. Lady Klaria showered him with endless apologies and promised that they'd spend more ti together the next ti she found him. Once again, Moulin hadn't had the ti to reply when the door slamd shut and he was left alone.
"Ao!"
A certain mischievous fox scuttered around the youth's feet twice, barking loudly in frustration. He occasionally bumped into his master's ankles in an attempt to get his attention. The noise caught the attention of a few people walking down the hallway and they chuckled and gazed curiously at the adorable pet.
A helpless sigh escaped Moulin's rosy lips. He bent down and picked up the little fox into his arms. "Stop making a fuss. You should've gone with Kier if you get tired so easily."
Snow only tilted his head blinking, feigning confusion. He whined pitifully and burrowed into Moulin's arms. The sight struck Moulin's heart. He could only concede and pet the fox's head. The tenderness of his actions made others pause to look.
With Snow nestled quietly in his arms, Moulin enters his parent's chambers, first his father. The caretakers have finished cleaning him, as well as the bedroom. Not a speck of dust could be felt. The covers were silky and soft to the touch as he set his weight on the bed.
He sat in silence and watched as Snow wriggled out of his arms. The little fox sits upright looking back and forth curiously between Moulin and the slumbering Lord Dontae Fraunces. Moulin's lancholic gaze was reflected within Snow's round eyes.
"Father's asleep. Co here, Snow." Moulin reaches for Snow who obediently returns to his master's arms.
"Let's not disturb him. Although it is painful, we have to wait until he and mother wake up." Mutters Moulin softly while he stroked the Opallian fox's white coat. However, he sounded as though he was persuading himself instead of his little companion.
Snow softly makes a sound and nestles more comfortably in the youth's slender arms. He becos very obedient and quiet throughout the visit. He patiently waits for Moulin to finish speaking with the seers and caretakers, and moves occasionally within Moulin's embrace when the youth goes to visit his mother.
"Good boy..." Moulin places a gentle kiss on the fox's head when they finally leave the room. His steps echoed within the silent hallway.
"Ao!" Bright round silver eyes shone in delight and his fluffy tail wagged playfully.
Softly chuckling, Moulin stroked Snow's head. This little brat is learning quite well ...
"Moulin!"
A familiar voice echoed loudly catching Moulin's attention instantly.
Ghana wore a broad smile. Her hair is like sunshine on an open spring field. Joy glowed in her blue eyes the mont she spotted her dear friend.
However, she wasn't alone. Walking behind her was His Highness Prince Vascilicus garbed in plain midnight blue. His insignia embellished the center of his golden belt. Green nuclear eyes t the youth's serene and calm ones. He had with him two escorts, both tall and powerful-looking.
"Your Highness," Moulin made a bow, dipping his chest and startling Snow. The little fox huffed in frustration.
"Good morning," Moulin spoke as he gave Snow a few soothing strokes.
"A lovely morning, young master." The prince smiled. He tried to compare the bold youth from last night's banquet and the beautiful serene person before him.
"Where are you off to?" Ghana questioned. "Perhaps, you can accompany to visit the children if you have nothing else important to do."
Moulincs brows furrowed. Wasn't she currently escorting the prince?
Prince Vascilicus chuckled warmly and shook his head when he read Moulin's expression. His green eyes deepened. "We've just t on the way from the morning assembly. Miss Ghana was in search of you for an hour. And as much as I wanted to continue our discussion last night, I must be on my way. Perhaps, if it is alright, I want to invite the young master for so tea."
Silver eyes softened. The youth revealed a serene smile and gladly nodded.
The prince politely excused himself and left with his escorts. The sight of his broad back and determined gait made Moulin curious about the prince's strengths and abilities. What could he offer for the preparations of war against the demons?
"Your expression is scaring . Please, don't try to involve yourself in the prince's affairs. There are many eyes on you since you and High Lord Hercullio share an 'intimate' bond. You two have made that clear enough last night. People haven't stopped talking." Ghana advised while she bent down and gave a few heavy pats on Snow's furry head. The little fox huffed with offensive eyes.
The youth shrugged and began to walk with Ghana. His fingers flattened the ssy fur on Snow's head and rubbed soothing circles on his scalp.
While they walked, whispers reached their ears. The culprits were a few servants Moulin found familiar, walking in front of them trying to make their voice as quiet as possible.
"The young master's parents have not awoken for many days now. I heard they would fail to ever wake up."
"Ah, it's a pity indeed. No one knows the cause of their slumber. If it was sothing evil, I'm sure young lord Moulin could have dealt with it long ago. However, it seems that isn't the case."
"I heard his noble family had just reunited when this misfortune happened."
"Ah, His Lordship is blessed with beauty and power. His heart is intertwined with His Excellency the High Lord. Perhaps, this is a sort of consequence? The Gods must be trying to keep things fair."
"Shh! Your words are too much."
Ghana frowned and glanced at the silent person walking at her side.
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