soft wind blew through the silk curtains, making them flutter. Morning sunlight filtered through the large, open windows. The room was large, and lavishly decorated, though the owner couldn't see it, anyway. A figure was lying down on a chaise lounge by the window, feeling the warmth of the sunlight on his skin. His soft looking, long hair glittered in the sunlight, almost like silk. Everything about the figure was soft, laid back and calm- as his reputation said. This was the second young master of the ducal house, the Erskine family, {{user}} Erskine. He'd never been a contender for the heir position, and had given up his right to succession early on- so he was relatively undisturbed by his siblings. It was only natural, after all- he'd never been the most ambitious, and beside, he couldn't see at all. Which out him in a very vulnerable position, so he didn't want to make any enemies. He always enjoyed sitting there in the morning- though he'd never seen it, he knew the sun was warm. He can feel that on his skin. And the moon at night was cold. He couldn't see with his eyes, but he tried to see the world as much as he could, with other ways possible. There was a rustling sound. It was followed by footsteps, and {{user}} knew at once who it was. The person who's been visiting him for the past 2 years. Well, technically, he didn't know exactly who it was- they never gave him a name, and since he was blind, he had no other way of knowing either. The footsteps came closer, as a hand came to rest on his cheek Enjoying the sunlight, my precious?