Dark serpents coiling into endless knots inside his stomach. The uneasy look in his eyes seemed vulnerable, delicate, and fearful. there was anger as well. Anger that refuses to emerge within the bright beautiful silver orbs that were his eyes. Although it hadn't happened yet, there was a lurking emotion of betrayal left in his heart as the events of his past life flashed before his eyes like a glimpse. to remind him of the pain. Moulin will never be fooled by it again... or so he thought.

Moulin watched attentively. Brows furrowed, he convinced himself that it wasn't anything to be worried about. That he was being too possessive.

Nordehl was quick as he fixed his expression and resumed to welcome his guests. He offered them accommodations within the castle and a grand banquet to be held tonight. However, Rowan politely declined as they only wanted a few rooms to rest. The rest of the sentinels had no objections. They were afraid that if they even expended the rest of the energy in their body, they would suddenly breakdown and sleep like stiff logs on the cold floor.

Before the royal prince of Thundralln left, he gave Hadrian a last look. It was unnoticeable, however, Moulin did not miss it. The wariness in his heart gradually deepened as he stared at Nordehl's departing back.

Nordehl had a servant to lead them to their temporary quarters as Rowan had suggested for them. The place was located in a secluded courtyard where a teleportation crystal was situated. they were given a token for the teleportation crystal to make it convenient for the sentinels to come and go during their mission.

As the soft comfort of beddings caught the weight of their backs, they all instantly fell into a deep sleep. Mouths opened as they snored the night away, men and women alike. From behind the courtyard, there was a remote forest that no one would enter. It was forgotten... and the right place to participate in secret meetings.

Moulin had arrived a bit late for he had to fetch a particular brat he had left at the stables. Snow was sulking heavily as he sat on Moulin's head. His little paws were entangling his master's silver hair as it owed him a blood debt. To placate the little guy, Moulin did what Troid had told him to do in such situations. Once in his room, he shoved palan into the little fox's mouth and left him to enjoy the fruit.

With a sigh, Moulin didn't have the mood to eat. He took a night stroll in the courtyard while his eyes quietly glanced at the full moon concealed by the cloud-like swirls of the barrier in the sky. He very much wanted to fly up and hack the humungous branches into pieces if he could. Freeing the moonlight from the restriction. letting it bathe the whole city in the calm harmless light. Certainly, it would look breathtaking.

He walked. Unsure of the destination, he just kept walking and walking into the silence. His svelt figure was like a lost spirit.

...

Clack... clack... clack...

Under the dim night, footfalls could be heard. It was gradually nearing Moulin as the youth walked aimlessly. As though Moulin was oblivious of the next events, he continued walking. His expression was serene as his head was lifted and his eyes, staring dazedly at the sky. He gazed as if he was in deep thought. Lost in the confines of his mind.

From foreign eyes, the youth looked stunning. Like a rare diamond you could not obtain or the most beautiful rose you could not touch.

Suddenly, Moulin turned to a corner. Steps rapid to lose the person following him.

Flustered, the person following the youth spoke, "Moulin?"

Callun Maxinille had been following Moulin for some time. He tried to make his footsteps as soft as possible while he bit his lips, thinking of a way to approach the youth.

Callun hastily chased the youth as he turned to the corner of a building. He stopped when he realized the corner led to a dead end. His brows knitted as he stared at the tall wall. How did he lose him?

Groaning, he cursed while sullenly grabbing his hair.

Where did he go?

Hearing the footsteps fading as Callun walked away frustrated, a breath was released from a slender figure concealing himself behind a tree from the forest from far away. After a few seconds, Moulin moved away from the tree. He crossed his arms, frowning. What was wrong with that man. Moulin was really confused. If someone had mercilessly threatened your life shouldn't you avoid that person? Then was there something wrong with that young master's small brain? What a stupid man...

"Come out from there. He's gone..."

Moulin flinched when he heard his voice but then he relaxed when he recognized to whom it belonged. As he let his hair dance with the faint breeze, he stepped away from the darkness and revealed himself to the man. Hadrian was standing a few meters before him. He was no longer dressed in the Leonile uniform but instead wore the usual clothes he always wears whenever he meets Moulin. That valiant fashion had always made Moulin thought that the lord was trying to impress him. What also surprised Moulin was that Hadrian was no longer disguising himself. The golden strands of his hair and the sun-like eyes of the dignified man had returned.

Moulin's expression instantly fell a he hurriedly walked towards the man, grabbed his hand, and pulled him into the forest with him. Once Moulin was sure nobody could catch sight of them, he turned his head and opened his mouth. "Why aren't you disguising yourself? What if the others could see you-"

His words were abruptly interrupted when ravaging lips suddenly descended unto his, locking Moulin in a deep searing kiss. Moulin was caught off guard as he struggled to grip the man's shoulders. He wasn't even fighting for his dominance anymore. Lost in the hypnotic touch, he let himself submit. He closed his eyes as he felt the tongue explored his mouth.

The need of man was radiating, forcing Moulin to entertain him. Every soft alluring swipe of Hadrian's tongue sent Moulin into the pits of submission. To be played, To be conquered, To be owned. Body turning strangely sensitive, skin tingling with need, and the thirst for touch were scorching.

What has gotten into this man?

Within the man's embrace, Moulin felt like boiling water trapped in a jar. He felt a rough hand reaching behind him to hold his hair and another sliding dangerously downwards his back. Flustered and surprised, he didn't realize he had been pressed on the firm trunk of a tree. The fabric on his back rubbed against the bark of the tree as the movement became frantic and impatient. "Hadrian..." The youth rasped once his mouth was released from the kiss. He gasped a breath and panted, dazedly. An alluring haze layered those moist silver eyes as his ungloved fingers dug into the man's back.

A second had yet to pass before damp lips traced from the root of his pale exposed neck to his vulnerable jawline. There was a sharp intake of breath before the Lord mouths the wet trail he had created. He pressed his tongue against it and licked.

Gods, he wanted to devour him so much...

A shiver runs through Moulin's body. His breath hitched. Feeling the hairs of his skin rise. He trembles as he felt a heavy hand palmed his behind. Moulin was completely lost. He wanted to do it. Be it the woods, a cave, or even inside a broken shack. His need was laughable.

Hadrian hums against the soft skin, a loud rumble in his chest vibrates throughout his body. When his Adam's apple bobs as if he as swallowing his restraint. When he bites at the vulnerable curve of Moulin's ear, he whispered. Voice almost guttural. "I want to nail you down and do my way with you..."

"Mmhf..." Moulin parted his lips as he softly gasps. The rational part of his brain was mercilessly dumped and burned. He dipped his head, hiding his face on the man's shoulders. There was a tremble on his shoulders.

Long thick fingers pressed on his buttocks covered by the annoying thick fabric of his trousers. Two were boldly digging into the dip between the plump flesh.

Moulin's flushed fingers gripped tightly as if to brace himself. His lips parted as the corner of his lips was lifted. He whispered while the man continued to explore the depths of his body. "Quite bold, you are..."

Hadrian chuckled. The sound so deep it vibrated on Moulin's skin. Like a shock of electricity, it was sudden, causing a slight tremor on Moulin's next words, "Bastard..." There was a laugh in his tone.

Then he yelped, his chest rising.

He was caught unprepared when the large hand quickly shifted on his front. A hot palm pressing on the little organ beneath his pants and the thick fingertips digging in the inner part where the Moulin's unspeakable part was.

"You..." Moulin blinked with furrowed brows. He flushed a deeper shade of red. Feeling a strange itch from below. With a thundering heart, he subconsciously squeezed his thighs together. Unfortunately, his actions only trapped the hand n between.

Hadrian only chuckled as he grinned. He nuzzled his nose beneath Moulin's jaw with a smile. "You are too sensitive..."

"As much as I want it, can you please not speak so close to my ear?" Moulin grumbled but he spoke clumsily. His trembling arms wrapped around Hadrian's neck to make himself more comfortable. It took a while but then he came to his sense. However, he didn't make a move to pull away or stop anything.

Hadrian grinned as he pulled his head away to look at his flushed lover. Silver eyes watery, hazy and heavy-lidded, cheeks reddening madly, and those alluring lips made Hadrian want to bite them red.

Moulin leaned to plant a kiss on the man's cheek. His lips were soft and inviting making the spot where he kissed tingle. The youth whispered, "Are you fine with this place?"

Hadrian didn't respond. Instead, he lifted Moulin's right leg. His hand wrapping around the slender led, hooking it around his strong waist. Fingers enticingly digging into the youth's leg almost strongly. The man then bent his head and smiled. "As long as it's with you..."

Crash!

Instantly, the pair paused. Their heads turned towards the direction of the sound. Both their gazes were deadly. Murderous intent surging within their pupils.

A person stood a few meters from the Hadrian and Moulin. Shattered pieces of the luxurious jar he once held in his hands cluttered on the ground. The man's eyes were filled with overwhelming shock. However, he wasn't the only one.

Moulin's eyes widened and blinked as he recognized the person who caught them. Disbelief marred his beauteous face. His silver eyes turned unfocused. Seriously...

Of all people...

Why...

Green eyes instantly lowered, prying his eyes away from the scene he had just witnessed. Nordehl, who was previously enthusiastic about meeting his hero appeared flustered.

Gone was the refined personality. The prince was rattled as he waved his hands in front of him. "I-I didn't mean-...Ah, I..."

He suddenly bowed, waist-down, "Forgive me!!"

.. .

"I'll dispose of him..." Hadrian settled Moulin on his feet before he turned towards the prince.

"Wait, what?" Before Moulin could process, Hadrian was already striding towards the prince with murderous eyes. Golden sparks crackled around him as he walked.

Moulin quickly grabbed Hadrian but the man was too strong for his fragile arms.

Damn idiot! Are you really going to kill a prince?!

Moulin quickly shot the terrified Nordehl an alarmed look. The idiot was still standing in shock.

Flustered, Moulin shouted, "Fool! Go and run!"