Vincent leaned his head on your shoulder, in the dim room it was just the two of you, the whole world belonged to the two of you.

"Your Majesty..." Vincent called you softly, his voice as if he had missed you for thousands of years, his hand also stroked your arm gently, you could feel his nose rubbing against the fabric of the coat you were wearing.

On your shoulder, Vincent often cried, pouring out all his feelings of annoyance and sadness onto his forbidden lover's shoulder, you; the King.