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Emmett nodded and followed behind Shepard, the whole time thinking to himself. The king didn't appear to be in any rush to impregnate him, even though he was currently ovulating. Emmett could use his magic to make the ovulation process last longer, but only by an additional week. If his majesty missed that window, then they would have to wait until Emmett's body simply began ovulating again, or until he could find a long enough window of privacy to use his magic to start the process again. And considering how many prying eyes a castle was bound to have, it might wind up being the waiting. 

Upon arriving in his quarters, Emmett felt his heart soar at the sight of the room's sheer opulence. The bed looked soft and positively divine, yet as much as Emmett wanted to dive beneath the blankets and sleep, he was first attracted to the fact that he had his own bathing suite, replete with soaps, oils, salts, candles, anything that one could ever want. Emmett ran himself a bath, and immediately, he felt years of stress melt away from his body. For the first time in years, he could bask in the feeling of proper hygiene. No more scraping by with whatever his magic and his concoctions could do for him, now he could be properly clean. When Emmett began to feel himself nodding off, no doubt the result of his generous meal, he finished in the bathroom and climbed into his bed. It was every bit as comfortable as it looked, and he fell asleep almost immediately.

The next morning, Emmett was barely able to pry himself from bed, but forced himself to leave that small slice of paradise to meet with the king, taking the time to sew up his torn shirt first. He couldn't wait for the time when he could throw out these rags all together. After that, he was escorted to the dining room, and took a seat at the table, waiting patiently for Armand.