For a full day, a raging snowstorm laid upon the stronghold. Blizzards had almost covered every courtyard. A frigid cold slips into the hearts of many, along with the shivering of their bodies. It was a day so strange, every single person had questioned. However, it didn't last long.
When night came, the skies were cloudless. So clear and bright every person would gape at its magnificence. After the violent storm, beauty took its place. And within a vast room in a lone tower, a silver-eyed youth with his head hidden behind his knees sat on the cold bed.
Moulin resides in the darkness of his room that Lord Hendrick had provided for him. The previous patriarch was confused why Moulin suddenly requested another room. However, instead of asking Moulin if he was dissatisfied with Lord Hadrian's room, the man immediately sent a servant to prepare a special guest room for the youth.