Augustus stood in the office staring at Keelion who'd called him in.
"Did you get the supplies?" Keelion asked.
The man nodded and stepped towards the desk, dropping the heavy gift box. "The room has also been set up."
"Good, good, you may leave now."
He turned to leave, but paused, drinking air into his lungs.
"Is there a problem?" Keelion, who'd noticed his reluctance, asked.
Augustus looked at him and bowed slightly.
"Sir…who are the gifts for?"
Keelion seemed to be a bit taken aback by his curiosity, but he did answer, "Alexis. Who else would I waste my time on?" He arched a brow and hummed under his breath, "She apparently likes painting, I wanted to give her that. Why?"
Augustus's eyes flickered. "You…love her…" It wasn't a question.
And Keelion didn't deny it, "Yes, I love her. Is there a problem?"
