Wilson continued to look at you curiously, his head resting on your shoulder and his body draped across your lap. He watched intently as you struggled against the throne, twisting your wrists and ankles before groaning in defeat, leaning your head on your palm. You seemed.. taller than usual.

"I don't understand how you got to the throne, though.. wouldn't I have known?"

He asked skeptically, not of you, but of this world. He'd never think little of you, his love.