"This will be your room… it always has been." Lucien said as he stood behind Elian in front of the closed chamber door.
Elian stared at the door, memories, both good and bad, flooded into his mind. He refused to ball his fists for it would show that he was angry.
He was going to play the clueless man's part so well until Lucien realised that the old Elian was dead.
"Why have I been brought to your manor and placed right beside your chamber, Your Grace?" Elian asked softly, turning to face Lucien with an innocent, confused look.
He would give anything to shove Lucien down the stairs and watch his head bleed as he fell, but he couldn't, not without giving out his secret.
Lucien gulped quietly, his hands twitching to touch Elian, but he didn't want to scare him away. He held Elian's gaze with his own raw, vulnerable eyes, silently pleading to the man he knew still lived inside Elian.
"Elian…" he took a tentative step forward, heart clenching tightly.
