1Emilia’s POV
I walked out of the room, wiping my sweaty palms on my thighs as I wondered if Alaric would ever agree to what I was about to suggest to him. I already knew the answer anyway. He wouldn’t. But that didn’t mean I wouldn’t give it a try still.
I walked down to his office, my footsteps near silent as I prayed to God that he doesn’t blow this out of proportion.
I knocked once and opened the door, poking my head in. He was seated by the table, nursing a bottle of whiskey in his hands as he read some kind of document.
He raised his head as I walked in and closed the door behind us. “Babe,” he murmured, dropping the glass on the desk. His eyes brightened up and I hated that I would be the one who let that brightness dim.
“What’s going on?” He asked, raising a brow when I didn’t
