Early in the morning, the doorbell echoed through Eric's residence. The servants opened the door for the guest and, following protocol, informed Aiden of the visitor's arrival.
As Aiden stepped into the hall and saw the familiar figure, the name slipped out before he could stop himself."Aamon…"
Aamon's lips curved into a gentle smile at the sight of him. A happiness rushed over Aiden's heart and pain overseeing the face having bruises, but not letting these emotions rule over him again, Aiden quickly tried to maintain his cold composure."How have you been?" Aamon asked softly, though the regret and longing in his eyes.
Ignoring the question, Aiden straightened his posture. "Young Master Aamon, why are you here without any prior notice?"
Realizing Aiden still hadn't forgiven him, Aamon paused to steady himself. "Do I need permission to come to my own property?" he asked quietly.
