Crown

The timing seemed not right, but as they said, it didn't need to always be right. They were only doing what their hearts were urging them to do. 

Before things went down, before they settled the accounts of both the past and the present, giving each other what they both wanted was the first priority. 

Walking with entangled hands, Arren and Spade had no intention of letting go of each other. The joy and satisfaction they shared at that moment were only confined between the two of them, but they didn't care much. 

At times like this, it was better that way. 

"Where are we going?" Arren looked up and asked, playing with Spade's fingers. 

Despite them passing by a group of guards, they acted like no one was around as they still continued to be intimate. And it wasn't only them either; everyone seemed to get the memo, and while some respectfully bowed before the emperor, no one voiced out any greetings, not daring to interrupt them.