|| Chapter 463 || The Northern Expedition

"How long have you planned to sneak out?" 

Moulin chuckled softly as he felt Hadrian's breath caress his ear. On the couch, the young man rested his head on the lord's chest, comforted by his warmth and all the gentleness from his touch. After spending a long moment in the bath the High Lord brought him to, he felt clean from head to toe. Hadrian didn't forget to have lunch brought in after hearing the rumble of Moulin's stomach bouncing off the bath walls. 

Moulin almost forgot he missed lunch. Snow must be enjoying the plate Ordan brought...

"Yesterday..." The youth answered, lifting his gaze to look at his golden-eyed lover. "I had almost forgotten the stone embedded in my chest, but I had secretly negated its use just until I returned to the realm."

"You sneak." 

Moulin shrugged and narrowed his gaze, "I heard the expedition team will depart tomorrow?"