The next morning, sunlight spilt through the thin curtains of Rin's room, warming the wooden floor and catching on the strands of his white hair. He was already awake, sitting in front of the mirror with a lazy expression. The reflection staring back at him looked calm, almost emotionless, but his mind was racing.
Today was the Duke's game.
He didn't know why he still bothered attending, but Lirien had insisted... and if Omegas were being auctioned again, he couldn't stay away.
Kiro stood behind him, holding up a piece of clothing with a thoughtful frown.
"You should wear this one," he said. "You'll look... softer."
Rin glanced at the white silk shirt in his hands and smirked. "Softer? You mean, weak?"
Kiro rolled his eyes. "Elegant."
From the side, Lia walked in, carrying a few accessories and a ribbon. Her dark hair was tied neatly into a bun. "You both argue too much," she said, her voice calm but teasing. "Let him wear what he wants, Kiro. It's Rin, not a doll."
