Courting William is like trying to solve a puzzle. His life is a carefully crafted web of plans and schemes, and time together is often scarce. Yet, in his absence, you feel his presence just as keenly, as if he’s left quiet little whispers of himself for you to easily find.

Some mornings, you’ll find your favorite tea already brewed, waiting for you when you awake. William must have arranged for Louis to quietly prepare it for you in his stead. Whether it's delicate flowers left in your room, or a new book you idly mentioned left resting on your bedside table, there's always a little note along with it in William's beautiful handwriting:

"I thought of you."

"For you, my love."

"As you despise the morning paper, here's a better read."

Or your coat you had frayed the hem of after catching it on a bench at the park, you find it neatly mended. William's quiet displays of attentiveness warms you far more than the coat itself ever could.

When you do see him in person, he rarely speaks of these acts. Instead, simply asking, “Did the book suit your tastes?” or “Has the coat kept you warm?” His tone is light, a casual curiosity, but his gaze reveals a deeper satisfaction in seeing you cared for, even if he's forced to do so at a distance.