Steam rose from the fragrant warm water and petals floated like tiny little paper boats. Inhaling the soothing lavender scent in the air, Moulin sighed as he relaxed in the white porcelain tub. His naked wet skin had a sexy glistening sheen making him look as enticing as a white iridescent pearl. Silver eyes gazed quietly at the reflection on the water.
"A Beacon of Hope... you?" He could not help but shake his head. Moulin slowly raised his gaze to the ceiling and dwelled deep in his thoughts.
The initial idea was to appoint him as a patron of Morhas, but it faced considerable opposition. Yet, Lord Fridal and Lady Klaria likely anticipated this resistance. They might have been testing reactions by putting forward an unconventional proposal and holding their position until the opposition yielded, achieving a decision that ultimately aligned with their intentions.
Were they trying to fool too?
The youth's brows furrowed. To lure into agreeing?
Moulin harbored suspicions about the sudden proposal during their eting that night. He wondered if Hadrian had foreseen the outco all along.
His thoughts were interrupted when the subject of his thoughts suddenly entered the bathing room. Silver eyes widened slightly as they took in the sight of the tall handso man approaching him with casual steps.
Lord Hercullio silently shed his dark vest and rolled up his white sleeves just beneath his elbow, revealing his strong arms.There was an undeniable aura of rugged masculinity about him, sothing that imdiately made Moulin frown. His previous envy arose and he did not resist it. Honestly...
Hadrian showed an amusing smile once he took in Moulin's expression. It made him look quite devilish. Moulin watched, fearing for the porcelain as Hadrian leaned against the tub's edge, almost sitting on it.
"Your thoughts will consu you sooner or later," Hadrian spoke. Golden eyes assessed the enticing nude young man within the fragrant waters. A fla secretly blazed in him.
Moulin had to lift his head to et his lover's eyes. "It's... I cannot help but think..."
"What is it?"
Moulin tilted his head, "I suppose the purpose of turning into bait for the demons and using my mana hasn't changed, am I right?"
"Yes, it hasn't changed. Does that upset you?"
Moulin shook his head. His little movents caused tiny ripples in the water. "No. I expected most of it. I just wonder how is it supposed to work with being safeguarded and using as bait at the sa ti. Can we fool those demons?"
"We will try to succeed. If not, we shall think of other options." Hadrian reached out to remove a stray flower petal from the youth's bare shoulder. "We needed bait to lure at least one core demon and extract information about Gohtel. Therefore, it is crucial."
"Does that elf... Gaile... not have any useful information about that Island?" The youth's forehead began to crease as he asked.
"We have yet to acquire the map and key from your friend, Jagra. The mages are working on it as we speak. And that elf... we agreed to let him help undo the curse."
"What? But Jagra-"
"Is still under supervision. He will be safe. Your friend, Ghana has taken it upon herself to do the task. Do not worry."
With a sigh, Moulin nodded. The soothing sound of water fills the chamber. As he closed his eyes, he felt the sensation of long fingers gently combing through his hair, expertly massaging his scalp. He didn't need to see to know that Hadrian was offering to wash his hair. The man's wondrous fingers pressed and stroked against the best points. Sotis it was softer than firm...
Moulin gradually felt himself loosening.
"I do not know what to do... What to start in being the people's pillar. There isn't much I can do with my mana... And the people... How can I even help them?"
"Having you is enough. Your mana has graced them with hope. So not all is lost. Do what you can do." Hadrian's deep voice sounded as though they were a breeze caressing Moulin's ears.
"My mana... " Damp long lashes quivered and slowly opened to reveal stunning silver pupils. "I hoped to be taught more about what I can do with them..."
The man smiled faintly. "Many are here to help. Including . I shall not leave your side..."
"Mn..."
Lord Hercullio dipped his head and t the young man's soft plump lips. He coaxed them slowly, gently, and carefully like they were sharing their first kiss.
Until his movents grew hurried, Forceful, and seductive. Moulin matched his pace with equal desperation. He parted his lips and welcod Hadrian's intruding tongue. Sliding and sucking. Wet noises filled Moulin's ears, making him flush red. It was only just a kiss but he felt a fire ignite below his stomach.
He loved it.
More...
However, Moulin rembered why he was bathing himself in fragrances in the first place. In the next second, he pulled away slightly only for Hadrian to grip the back of his scalp and pull him deeper into the kiss.
"...!"
Like a man starved, Hadrian's hypnotic movents, tilting his head rhythmically while he devoured the youth's lips. He didn't care if his clothes had begun to grow wet the more he touched them.
Moulin felt a warm hand touch his neck, caressing his collarbone, feeling his supple skin. A groan left his mouth when thick fingers lightly touched the pink protruding nipples on his chest, ticklish and feather-like, sending a shiver down his spine.
When Moulin felt Hadrian's hand began to wander down his chest, Moulin abruptly froze and hurriedly pulled away. This ti, he used as much strength as he could. "Stop... I have to get ready."
Sothing dark swirled within those golden eyes. Moulin blinked, unconsciously swallowing. Sohow, he felt even more naked and warm under Hadrian deep gaze. Silver eyes squinted slightly at the man.
Relenting, the Hadrian sighed. He pressed a kiss on the youth's damp forehead and rose. "Co up and dry yourself."
The youth tilted his head as he observed the man's departing figure. Hadrian must be pent up... How long have they not done it? He couldn't rember anymore. Perhaps with how hectic things have been, they were too busy to care. His cheeks turned red at the thought.
Hmm. It would be nice to... spend so ti together.
"What are you thinking?" Hadrian raised a brow. Amusent filled his eyes as he approached with a red bathrobe in his hands.
Moulin turned even redder. He snatched the robe in embarrassnt. "Nothing!"
.....
Walking down the lengthy corridor, Moulin paid little attention to the jittery attendant guiding him. Snow ran around his feet and sotis zood ahead of them. No one had the will to disrupt the little furball's fun. Ordan accompanied Moulin and noticed the odd look etched on the young man's face. He looked troubled and lost in a daze.
He's been like that since Lord Hercullio left the chambers. Ordan wondered what transpired between the High Lord and the youth. However, whatever it was, it wasn't any of his business. His expression darkened. Sothing grave and sick settled in his stomach.
"My lord, please enter." The attendant bowed elegantly beside tall double doors.
Moulin entered the doors and was greeted with a refreshing cool breeze and the wonderful sight of an expansive, verdant garden. A stone pathway stretched out before him, guiding his steps toward a spacious patio. There, three figures stood in anticipation of his arrival. Among them was Lady Celeste, flanked by two companions. One of these individuals was already familiar to Moulin.
One Moulin t in Artheia.
The youth's silver eyes widened and his footsteps quickened. "Lord Na'El!"
The elven man's smile widened. His heterochromatic eyes brightened at the sight of the young man whom he hadn't t in a while. Dressed in green Thrundralln finery that accentuated his tall elegant figure, the elf looked undoubtedly refined having an otherworldly aura. He held the youth's hand and spoke, "You are a wonderful sight, young master Moulin. It is good to see you again."
"It is my pleasure, my lord." The youth's smile is as beautiful as a newly blood snow rose.
"I see you are already acquainted with each other. That is good." Lady Celeste nodded. She gestured to the other person with them and introduced them. "May I introduce Lady Calanthe, a renowned Sorceress of spiritual magic. She will aid you in unveiling the arcane wisdom of thine inner spirit and celestial essence."
The woman introduced was petite, adorned with a small furred hat embellished with striped blue feathers and golden leaves. She wore a long, flowing black dress made of loose, comfortable fabric, featuring a high neckline and long sleeves. A long cerulean scarf was draped loosely around her neck, with its ends cascading over her chest.
Her hair was neatly pulled back into a bun, and she wore small earrings crafted from black flower buds. There was an aura about her that made her seem divine, untouchable, and imnsely powerful. But what truly caught Moulin's attention was the long wooden staff that looked nothing more than a tree branch, and... her closed eyes.
"My Lady Calanthe..." Moulin greeted her, shaking the hand she offered willingly. He had never heard of her before. Despite her closed eyes, she seed to perceive her surroundings with ease.
The wrinkle on her face moved as she revealed a gentle smile. "I have heard so much of you. It brings great joy to finally make your acquaintance, young sir. Please. None with the formalities, call Calanthe. Oh, and might I add, you sll quite wonderful as well..."
Moulin paused, feeling heat climb up his face in embarrassnt. She was too direct. He smiled helplessly, "Ah, thank you... Calanthe."
'What a beautiful boy...' She smiled.
Observing their exchange, Lady Celeste relaxed and said, "Now that the introductions are done, shall we proceed?"
The three nodded in agreent. Moulin stooped to gather Snow into his embrace. The small ball of fur gazed inquisitively at the three individuals before him. Upon eting Calanthe's gaze, Snow beca rigid, yet in response to Na'El's warm smile, he shalessly wagged his fluffy tail. It is an adorable sight.
In the corner of his eye, Moulin saw Na'El give a little nod to Ordan who stood in the distance. The man returned the greeting and spoke to Moulin. "I shall join you soon, young master."
"Alright..."
Calanthe lightly tapped her wooden staff on the stone floor. The azure glow of the magic circle shimred, reflecting in Moulin's silver eyes. A tranquil energy filled the air, enveloping the three figures in its embrace.
In the next second, they vanished along with the serene energy leaving Ordan's solitary figure in the vast garden. The man briefly shut his eyes to feel the wind before turning his heels. He should be in ti to help Tessley pack Moulin's things.
"...!"
Moulin gasped the mont his feet landed on foreign ground. The air felt crisp, the lingering energy dispersing into the surroundings. Smooth marble greeted his shoes, carrying the faint aroma of polished wood.
Where was he?
It appears they have been teleported in a small foyer. A single marble staircase rose to the second floor revealing a quaint corridor. Marble floors and white walls and the sense of solitude within the area made Moulin think of Jagra's elegant yet simple ho. However, he knew there was more to this place than its elegant design.
"Hmm. It's smaller than I thought." remarked Na'El, his gaze sweeping the high ceilings. "But it promises comfort."
"This shall be your new residence, Lord Moulin." Lady Celeste spoke, "The domain arises from the essence of a precious and exceedingly rare mana stone. It shall not rely serve as your dwelling but as a formidable realm accessible to only a select few, where you shall hone your skills and abilities through rigorous training."
Moulin furrowed his brows as he listened. It seems to be the domain that Lady Klaria had told him before. It seems Falowright had already succeeded in making it. He paused as a thought ca into his mind. He spoke with a frown, "Does this an that I am to remain confined within these walls?"
"..."
The three people turned to look at him.
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