"Yes master?" said boy called back. He was reading in his study. it was a tall tale of a soilder, poet, and a king.

Moments later his master came into his study.

His master was, and still is, a very influenctial man in the kingdom of Alcraya, but unlike many others, he perfers a more secluded life, away from the capital, and away from people in general. According to him, it was chance that he meet Viorel the day he did. 

The king had given the man a mansion in the countryside, but not to far away from the capitalin case he needed to call on him. The mansion consisted of many rooms and his master told Viorel he could use as many as he wanted. Yet the boy only ever used three. 

One, his bedroom.

His room consisted of a plush bed, a desk, bath, and a lot of space. Yet despite that his room was cluttered. It was filled with Poems he wrote, letters from people. Instruments he played, and Cecelia's lining the teal blue room.

Two, the library.

When his master gave him a small tour of the building, they had stopped the longest in the library. Considering the fact that Viorel had grown up on the streets and rarely saw many books, he was fascinated by what he saw. Thus he spent majority of his free time in those walls. According to five year olf Viorel, 'there are more books here than all the books combined in the world!'

And three, his private study.

the room was large, very large. the walls were lined with bookshelves, containging notebooks and books he bought. The floor was covered in loose leaf paper, either blank or filled with words, thrown on the floor in distatse. Along with the papers were stacks of books he no longer had room for and quills along with empty ink bottles. In the middle of the room stood a single desk and an comfortable chair he choose himself. Behind the desk was a large window to view the vast evergreen forest behind them.

His master made his way through the clutter to where he was sitting in the corner.

He pulled the chair and sat down in front of him as Viorel put the book down to look at his master.

"Your 18th birthday is coming near isn't it? is ther something you would like?" he asked and viorel hummed with thought.

"Perhaps a trip to the capital? its been awhile since I've visited..."

his master hummed in agreement before leaving him to his thoughts.

'i wonder how those two are doing...'

Despit it being nearly 13 years since he's seen his childhhod friends, he's never once stoped thinking about them. he often found that the poems he would wright would end up being about those two, even if it didn't specificaly say.

He looked out through the window, his thoughts like the drifiting breeze...