09-16-2017, 04:56 PM
The king hadnt really gone to visit Emmet for days now. He had half escaped from the young man, using his.work as excuses for not visiting. He missed the man though, he missed seeing his serene face in his sleep and his cute belly. He missed how he felt relaxed beside him, for Emmet was always carefree. He collapsed back into his chair and pinched the bridge of his nose. He wanted to see him.
His secretary knocked on the door and told him the tailor had arrived. When the fabrics were delivered, he just dismissed them, asking them to take them up the wing where Emmet had been. Today, he thought this would be a good timing to vsiit. He was quite eager if he was telling thr truth, for Emmet deserved much better than that horrendous grey dress he had on. He got up and went up that wing with thoughtful steps, almost hesistant, as he found himself wondering how Emmet would look in much bettrr clothing.
His secretary knocked on the door and told him the tailor had arrived. When the fabrics were delivered, he just dismissed them, asking them to take them up the wing where Emmet had been. Today, he thought this would be a good timing to vsiit. He was quite eager if he was telling thr truth, for Emmet deserved much better than that horrendous grey dress he had on. He got up and went up that wing with thoughtful steps, almost hesistant, as he found himself wondering how Emmet would look in much bettrr clothing.