From the moment he woke up, Moulin couldn't sleep.
Until dawn broke into the night sky. He is awake and staring at the little furry beast of white in his arms. His fingers stroked the sleeping Snow's fur gently. Silver eyes lowered as the faint ethereal light of the sunrise struggled to enter the room. However, Moulin calmly admired the horizon's beauty. Someone came to bring Snow to him last night. Moulin didn't have to think hard about who did it. The answer was clear and easy.
However, he didn't know what to feel about it.
It would have been better if Moulin could have met him. But Moulin knew even if he had awoken earlier… Hadrian would still not see him.