In the Moonlight

Emrys watched Matthew with a slight frown on his face. He seldom observed his servant this closely during such an unguarded moment. Normally, the young man seemed to feel his eyes on him. He would tense, then, and glare at Emrys over his shoulder.

Now, for once, he was oblivious to the scrutiny. He was standing on the balcony, turned into the wind. It ruffled his soft blond hair and made the fabric of his robes flutter around his slender form. The full moon shone down from above, seeming to give him a halo. In that moment, Matthew was the most beautiful thing that Emrys had ever seen.

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