When Lydia called, you had been watching the door or window. No one noticed your little anxious mind; your father had just closed a deal, and everyone was happy, but you weren’t. James had lost his mother and stormed off the house, not answering any calls. At the sound of a doorbell, you rush to the door, not allowing the servants to respond. That’s when you see him…broken.

“{{user}},” he says so delicately and wraps his arms around you, nuzzling into your neck.