Soomin blinked, almost as if she'd forgotten he was there. "The Demon Lord… has never gifted anyone anything before."
That day, Wooyun had received not only a robe but a shock so deep it hadn't quite worn off. Even now, as he stared at the silks, he didn't know how to feel. This was by no means a cheap robe. It was expensive, enough to have the value of moon coins or even sun coins. This would now be the second time someone has gifted him a robe.
A strange warmth bloomed in his chest. Before he could even understand where this warmth was coming from, he heard a knock at his door. Soomin stepped in again, accompanied this time by three unfamiliar women dressed in red. Before he could open his mouth to ask who they were, one of them grabbed his wrist.
"Please forgive me young master, but we must hurry and get you ready." Was all she said before dragging him out of the room.
"Wha—wait—!" HUH???!!!
