Marcel stood silently starring at his boyfriend who sat in a lone chair in the tea room with his head in his hands. They were both waiting for Emanuel to be done with whatever he was doing in the study with Princess.
He had already played the situation in his head about a thousand times already and had finally accepted the fact that it was his fault that he got a beating. He deserved it. He had not only hurt Princess but also Lincoln. It was what he needed to snap him out of his delusion.
'Linc I don't know what I can say to you to make you feel any better.' he started saying.
Ever since they went into the room Lincoln had not looked at him once and had stayed in silence.
'If you're wondering if I'm mad or whatever....I'm not.'
'Why? I hurt you. I did a horrible thing.' Marcel said di
