Emanuel circled the mahogany desk in Lincoln's study and sat on the big chair behind it as the prince closed the door so nobody could hear them if things really get heated.
'Take a seat.' the king ordered. Lincoln rolled his eyes looking at his cousin.
'I didn't buy my own house just to have someone order me around again.'
Emanuel stayed silent until Lincoln huffed out a breath and obeyed him, sitting in front of the desk.
'Why did you move to the city, Linc?' Emanuel asked although Lincoln didn't think he really cared.
'Why do you think?'
'Come on, are you really still mad about me and Marcel, you guys would have never worked out even if it wasn't for me.'
'What? No.' Lincoln exclaimed. That relationship was weird and probably didn't need to have happened.
'My father. Our relative
