"Where are you going?" William asked, half-dazed as he saw his lover getting up from the bed.
Emma wore the sweater from the rack and turned to answer him, "Going to meet father."
William hummed, "This late. Is there something concerning?"
Emma nodded, "You can say that but please don't ask me what it is."
William pursed his lips and got up from the bed.
Emma fully turned to face him as he approached her and cupped her cheek, "Whatever the case is, I don't want you taking unnecessary burden, okay? You don't need to tell me what it is, but as an emotional support, my arms are always waiting for you."
Emma looked up, into his warm eyes.
Pushing her weight on her toes, she kissed him briefly before whispering, "I know, and don't worry, I won't hesitate from claiming my throne whenever I want to."
William lightly chuckled before taking another feel of her lips and then telling her, "Don't stay awake till late."
Emma nodded before she made her way out of the room.
