Julian walked up to the bed and sat beside the Duke, trying to be some sort of emotional or physical anchor to help him feel better with just his presence.
He learned that just being there, even without speaking, can help a lot.
But then all of a sudden, the Duke dropped his head on Julian's body shocking him.
What was the meaning of this?
He was freaked out but he couldn't push the Duke away, not when he was in such a vulnerable state and had trusted him to be a shoulder he could lean on. Well, a thigh to lean on.
And so, he stayed still...
"Are you... Not going to ask me how I did that?" He asked but the Duke answered,
"What does it matter?"
Julian closed his eyes, hearing the hurt in the Duke's voice.
Yeah, it probably doesn't matter much now.
The Viremount Empire was large, stemming from the victorious conquest of the former founders.
