A long unpleasant creak sounded as the doors of the room opened.

Pink fingers left the door handles as a young girl entered her master's bedroom. There was an awkward smile forming on her lips as her hesitant eyes darted around the area.

"You called, young master?"

There was a quiver in Pola's voice. Her eyes were blinking rapidly as unease sinks inside her gut. Somehow, she dreaded the cause of the youth's call.

"Here..."

A soft voice sounded once her words sank into the silence of the room. She turned her head and her feet immediately moved towards the voice. Making a turn at the curtained wall of her left, she saw her master silently standing before the tall windows beside the canopy bed.

The ends of the white translucent curtains elegantly reached the carpeted floor. The hazy light of the pale day delicately veiled the young man's exquisite face. His silver eyes were calm as they stared beyond the unclear scenery behind the curtains windows. His arms were gracefully folded on his chest as though he was in deep thought. Although he looked serene and divine, there was graveness within that pair of silver orbs. Solemnity, layering his calm countenance. It was questionable.

"Young master..." Pola bowed her head. Her eyes eyed the ground as if it would spare her from the dreadful silence and her master's sudden solemnity.

"..."

Silver eyes narrowed. Moulin slightly turned his head and stare at his 'trustworthy' servant.

A chill ran up the young girl's spine. Her shoulders shook as she tightly clasped her hands.

"Do you have anything to say to me?..." Moulin spoke. The coldness in his tone was terrifying.

Flinching, Pola pressed her lips together. The helplessness she exuded was pitiful. However, Moulin steeled himself against this 'pitiful' act.

"I... "Pola's heart tightened. "I will accept any form of punishment, young master."

...

A scoff escaped Moulin's mouth as he turned his gaze away.

'I knew it...'

The feeling of being betrayed sank in his chest. To think he had trusted this person. He had confidently believed Pola would keep his secret safe. How stupid was he to trust her. Why did he think that Pola would be the one person he could truly trust?

Moulin cursed himself. How irksome...

With dark eyes, he spoke with a ruthless tone. "You betrayed me, Pola..." His eyes darkened. "Tell me why did you do it?"

The girl instantly raised her head. "Young master! You shouldn't trust that man! He's-"

"Shut up." Moulin scowled at her with remorseless eyes.

Almost instantly, a sheet of frost spreads outwards on the crystal glass windows. A merciless cold filled the entire room making the lights flicker.

Fear crept inside Pola's heart. She trembled before Moulin as she silenced herself. Her fingers consciously clenched on her skirt.

"You have no right to interfere with what or who it is I choose. Perhaps you have forgotten your place." Moulin coldly said with an unfeeling gaze. He wrinkled his forehead when he felt an ache in his head.

At those words, Pola paled. The brightness in her eyes withered in an instant.

There was no more gentleness in Moulin's voice as he continued with closed eyes. "What do you know? You don't know Hadrian as much as I do. It's apparent you only judge him wrongly because you fear him. Perhaps, I have treated you too well that you have forgotten your position. I once thought that you could be the very person that could share my troubles and secrets with..." His lips curled in a deprecating smile as he gradually opened his eyes, " I was wrong..."

"Young master, I-"

Moulin glared at Pola. His piercing eyes could cut into one's soul. Shredding into millions of pieces. He spat, "If you can betray me once, then perhaps you will betray me several times more. I will not keep a lying rat to serve me in my quarters."

The life drained in Pola's eyes. Her cheeks paled and her lips trembled. She knew what Moulin meant with those words. She once thought that no matter what the outcome was when she told the second young master about Moulin's relationship, she would willingly accept it.

However as those acidic words entered her ears, she found out that she could not accept it at all. Moulin was the master of her dreams. The beautiful, fierce, and kind master anyone would be happy to serve. Moulin treated her like a friend that he could depend on.

She regretted it. She regretted her choices so much that she wished that time would turn backs and she would let herself freeze to death instead by the cruel hands of Emlen Fraunces. How could she betray Moulin?...

Seeing her dazed expression, Moulin turned his gaze away. He thought that he was to stare at her for a second more, he would change his mind.

"Leave. I will not tell my father to throw you out of the estate. However, I will call upon another person to serve me in my quarters. You are no longer needed." He exhaled. "And if you dare to speak another word, you will find out how I will show no mercy to those who betray my trust..."

Moulin dismissed Pola and the girl was kicked out of the room before she could even realize it. She staggered as she walked, leaning on the wallsn9f the hallways for support.

Finally, little tears fell from her cheeks. She was a coward, yes. She didn't even say a word as her master told her to leave the room.

Pola sobbed while she walked as she recalled Moulin's words.

"Forgive me, young master..."

..........

The next day, Lord Dontae wondered why his son suddenly requested to change his servant but Moulin only gave him a smile in response. Word was spread and countless people fought to become Moulin's servant. However, only one person was chosen from the hundred candidates.

It was a young man whom Moulin that laxly chose when he saw that the boy didn't look like he would be fawning on his knees like the rest of the people who were brought forward. Pola was transferred to the House of Tremaine where all the seers of the Grand Fraunces Household dwell and work. Moulin hadn't seen her face even before she was transferred but he knew she would be living well there.

"Young master..."

Slowly lifting his gaze from the book within his hands, Moulin glanced at the young man named Alaric, who was respectfully standing at the side of the chair Moulin was sitting. The man had returned after speaking to someone at the doors of Moulin's room.

Moulin stared at the muscles hidden beneath the serious man's uniform. Moulin had heard that the man had worked in the stables and the barracks since he was a boy. He had been thrown from the place to place within the estate and many had praised him for his work and his attitude.

Moulin slightly lowered his gaze as he returned his gaze to the book in his hands, "Yes?"

"The first young master sent a servant to bring you a message. Young master Maxille wished that you would join him for tea with a guest..."

The book was closed shut. Silver eyes, filled with doubt and curiosity, lifted to meet the man's brown eyes. "A guest?"

"Yes, young master..." Alaric bowed.

How are they still expecting guests even when Zenin city is still under restrictions? Moulin had known Maxille would only entertain distinguished people. Could it be someone from the city?

Moulin knitted his brows as he was in deep thought.

"Ao!"

"Woof!"

Silver eyes shifted to the glanced at the two little pups chasing each other on his bed. He nonchalantly handed his book to Alaric, stood up from his seat, and unhurriedly approached the doors.

"Snow, Keir. Come..." He called, waving his hand and without turning his head.

Two pairs of round beady eyes immediately noticed Moulin nearing the doors. They hurriedly scurried to jump off the bed while almost tripping on the carpets. Alaric only stepped back with a serious face to let the two little furballs race towards his master with no problems.

...........

"Hello, eldest brother." Moulin smiled brightly as he entered the receiving room. The pale light from the windows bathes his graceful figure as he walked inside. He warned Snow and Keir to behave before be let them run off.

Gray eyes widened at the sight of Moulin. Maxille stood up from his seat to greet his little brother. Slowly, he stretched out his arm to Moulin with a smile. "Moulin. Come and sit..."

Moulin hid the curiosity in his face. For a moment he felt as if Maxille appeared flustered and nervous when he called his name. Quickly, he dismissed his thoughts when he realized they weren't alone in the room.

Sitting on the other couch where the light from the windows had settled, was a tall and slightly familiar figure. Moulin could not clearly see the other's face because his view was shielded by the other couch's back.

"So you really

did have a guest..." Moulin looked at his brother.

Maxille stopped. He revealed a smile with furrowed eyebrows, "Yes. This person is from the capital. He is visiting here in his father's place."

"Visiting?" Moulin tilted his head. There was suspicion in his eyes. Did his father allow other nobles to sneak into the city amidst the spread of Kron?

His thoughts were interrupted when the man suddenly stood up from his seat.

This time Moulin finally saw the man's features, and not only did he saw him he even recognized him. Moulin stopped all his movements as he stared at the man.

After a few seconds of silence, a frown fell upon Moulin's face.

Those amethyst eyes and that youthful face. There was only one noble family to possess such eyes.

"Long time no see, Moulin..." Callun Maxinille, with a stiff back and nervous face, spoke. His hands were sweating behind his back when he took in Moulin's elegant figure.

Moulin narrowed his eyes, feeling a troublesome person coming to ruin another day once more.