Elias crouched beside the king's wheelchair and pinned the royal brooch onto Adrien's royal robe. His face looked calm but very serious.
Adrien looked at him, smiling occasionally. Since morning, the man had been busy taking care of him and wouldn't let anyone else touch him. Even though he could lift Adrien's body by himself, he still refused Gilbert's help. Unfortunately, his strength wasn't enough to support the king's sturdy frame.
Adrien held Elias's arm as he reached for something, making the man turn his head.
"That's enough, Elias. We can go now," Adrien said.
Elias looked at Adrien and gave a slight smile. "Yes, you must go now. I'll get ready and wait for you at the palace."
Adrien didn't let go of Elias's arm. He shook his head. "No, you must come with me."
Elias went silent. His eyes grew sad, and Adrien knew exactly what he was thinking.
"Come with me. You don't have to hide anymore. Stand by my side," Adrien said softly.
