Gansey followed, keeping close to Laurent as they went. It was no longer out of fear of losing a leg to a trap, but rather a desire to stay close to the Phantom. His Phantom. The kindest demon he would ever meet.
There was no doubt what this room was. The master bedroom. It was perhaps the most ornate room he had ever seen, and he'd been toured around a castle or five before. No other room had flowed so perfectly. No other room had seemed so desperately lonely. It reminded him of the red and white room, in a way.
The bed was enormous. The sheets looked silky; he wouldn't be surprised if he slipped right off them, if he were to sit. Distracted as he was, he didn't notice Laurent go fetch the cloaks until he was offering one. Surprised, Gansey took and admired it before swinging it around his shoulders. It was warm.
"Okay," he promised, watching the Phantom with curious eyes. What did he have planned?
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There was no doubt what this room was. The master bedroom. It was perhaps the most ornate room he had ever seen, and he'd been toured around a castle or five before. No other room had flowed so perfectly. No other room had seemed so desperately lonely. It reminded him of the red and white room, in a way.
The bed was enormous. The sheets looked silky; he wouldn't be surprised if he slipped right off them, if he were to sit. Distracted as he was, he didn't notice Laurent go fetch the cloaks until he was offering one. Surprised, Gansey took and admired it before swinging it around his shoulders. It was warm.
"Okay," he promised, watching the Phantom with curious eyes. What did he have planned?