Waylen's POV
The car stopped and we sat back in the car. Apparently, when you are king, a lot of little things become a big deal. Case in point, opening the car door for yourself or driving yourself to the morgue to identify the corpse of your late father.
"Are you alright?"
The voice beside me brought me out of my head as I felt her warm hand on me…it was comforting.
"I'm fine, baby"
I spared a smile at Emily.
She didn't buy it one bit, instead she leaned in and placed her head on my shoulder. Tears clouded her eyes in an instant.
I felt the wetness of her tears even before I realized she was crying.
It was my Achilles heel, seeing my wife in any sort of distress…it twists the very thing that makes me human.
