The walk back was ominously silent.
Their footsteps resounded through the massive hallways. Every servant, every knight paused to bow as they walked by, not lifting their heads until their figure's disappeared from their sight. Moulin glanced at the man walking beside him. Hadrian kept a hand around his waist. As though he was afraid that Moulin would run off once he released the youth.
When they arrived at the dining halls Lord Hendrick immediately stood up from his seat. Concern filled his eyes and his complexion was pale. When Grandfather Hercullio caught sight of Moulin's familiar figure, he sighed in relief and slowly sat back on his chair. For Moulin, the man's actions made him confused. He looked so worried.
Hadrian pulled a chair for Moulin before silently taking the seat next to his grandfather.
"My Lord, Are you feeling unwell?" Moulin asked when he turned to observe the older man's expression.
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