The start of the coven

While Aries and Sunny were happily traveling via carriage to surprise Abel, the man wished tonight would go by without a problem. Sitting on a settee inside the emperor's private sitting room, Abel was silent.

His arms were resting on his spread leg, wearing nothing but a humbling pair of a white linen shirt with a bateau neckline and long braies reaching below the knees. His hair was let down and its turfs reached past his brows.

Abel blinked ever so tenderly, staring at the heavy chains around both his wrists and ankle. He tugged the one on his right wrist. The clanging noises caressed his ears. Yet it didn't come off. He tried on his left, but it was the same. 

Knock knock…

Abel didn't raise his head upon the faint knock outside the door. He didn't even take his eyes off of the chains even when he heard the creak of the door as it opened.