Denerus opened the bottle of wine, and poured it into the goblet. "It's a miracle that you visit me again, Son? It's been months." He looked at his son with his other leg resting on his left thigh.
Outside the window of Haren's father's house, his eyes staring at. It was raining heavily outside. The glass window frosted and he could imagine how frigid the air was. Luxaria was in winter. It had been a long time since he had visited his father.
Denerus walked closer and reached for the wine. Haren shook his head. He hasn't been drinking any kind of alcohol for a long time, since the girl he loved disappeared.
Denerus sat on the other Divan facing the son. The drawing room was not that capacious, it was good for less people living there. And he was the only one living there. The house he a
