Perhaps because they were both lost in their thoughts, Athena and Joshua didn't bother Louis today, and he only felt glad to have some free time finally.
But it seemed he was happy too soon.
Because right after finishing his bath, he saw a tall figure standing by the window. Sylus stood against the light, his dark eyes unreadable as they looked at Louis.
Sylus could tell that Louis seemed much thinner than when he had first arrived—his cheeks were a little hollow, and his appearance was like someone on the verge of death. Of course, that was only in Sylus's eyes; Louis merely looked a little frail to others.
Louis would blow up in fury if he knew what Sylus was thinking.
How could he not be thin? He hadn't dared put food in his mouth for two days, and even when he did, he quickly threw it up.
Every step his body seemed to accuse him, as if he might collapse at any moment.
He hated pain, yet life constantly forced him into situations where he had to endure pain and discomfort.
