Kol sat on the couch, going through his old books, when he heard a knock on the door. He did not reply. He was never the type to invite anyone in. After a few minutes, the door opened and a tall, well built handsome young man walked in, shirtless. He carried the strong look of the Varkson family.
He bowed as soon as he saw Kol on the couch, then stood straight and asked, "I heard you have been looking for me. Do you need anything?"
Kol rubbed his forehead with his hand and looked at his nephew. "Get hold of yourself, young man. You should put on a shirt before my doctor arrives. Do you understand?"
"Yes, lord uncle," Julian said with another bow.
"Do not start sounding stupid right now, Julian," Kol sighed, his eyes returning to the book in his hands. He had been going through his old things, hoping to see just one picture of his dear Tiara.
"Forgive me, lord," Julian said with a faint smile that never reached his eyes. He walked closer and waited for his uncle to speak.
