Emerald tossed her phone onto the bed and quickly kicked off the covers. She couldn't slow down her racing thoughts, so she didn't waste any time. The pieces were finally shifting.
A mistress? It wasn't what she or Adrien had expected, but it was something.
And something was all she needed to move forward.
And something was all she needed to move forward
She rushed through her morning routine: brushing her teeth and bathing, brushing out her hair with one hand and pulling on a clean set of clothes with the other.
It was still early, but Adrien had said to keep him informed, and this was big enough that it couldn't wait.
Once she was ready, she grabbed her phone and made a beeline for his quarters, practically jogging through the stone corridors.
When she reached his door, she knocked twice. There was no answer.
"Adrien?" she called softly.
Still nothing.
Emerald tested the handle, and the door wasn't locked. She opened it and peeked in. "Adrien?"
