Chapter 31

William had barely stepped into the quiet corridor when a shadow fell across the far end. Kenta was leaning against the wall, dressed casually but with that same lazy confidence that made him look like trouble before he even opened his mouth.

“Morning, gorgeous,” he drawled, pushing off the wall and sauntering toward William like a predator closing in on easy prey. “I was hoping I’d catch you alone.”

“Kenta.” His voice was flat, warning enough that most people would have stopped. But Kenta only smiled like he’d just stumbled upon an old friend.

“Will.” He leaned against the wall, blocking part of the hallway. “Come on… You know I’ve been thinking about you all night.”

William’s jaw flexed. “Don’t. Whatever you’re about to say- save it.”

“Oh, I don’t think I can.” Kenta’s gaze swept over him shamelessly, slow and assessing. “You know, I remember every sound you made the last time I had you beneath me. Every twitch. Every time you begged.” His smirk deepened when William’s shoulders tensed. “Tell me your soldier can get you to make those noises. Bet he’s too… restrained.”

“He’s more than you’ll ever be,” William shot back. “And he doesn’t need to brag to prove it.”

Kenta chuckled low. “Brag? No, love, I’m reminiscing. You think I forgot the way you’d clutch at me when I pushed you right to the edge? The way your voice broke when you came so hard you could barely breathe?” He stepped closer, lowering his voice to a filth-ridden murmur. “You still taste the same in my head. Sweet. Addictive. Like you were made to be under me.”

William’s jaw tightened, his pulse a loud, irritating thrum in his ears. “I was never made for you. And I’m not under you now.”

“Yet you’re flushed just hearing it,” Kenta said, eyes catching the faint color on William’s cheeks.

William’s jaw tightened. “You shouldn’t be here.”

Kenta smirked, his eyes raking over William with deliberate slowness. “Shouldn’t be? Or you don’t want me to be? There’s a difference, sweetheart. And I’m guessing it’s the second one. You’ve been trying real hard to pretend you don’t remember what it was like with me.”

“I don’t want to hear this- “

But Kenta cut him off, stepping closer, his voice dropping low enough to feel like it pressed against William’s skin.

“You remember, though. I can see it in your eyes. Every filthy little thing I did to you- how wet and wrecked you got for me. How you couldn’t even speak without moaning. How you used to- ” He smirked wickedly. “- arch for me like you needed it just to breathe.”

William stiffened, trying to move past him, but Kenta shifted, blocking the way.

William’s jaw tightened. “You were told to stay away.”

“Mm,” Kenta murmured, stepping closer, “Est told me that. I heard. But… you and I both know you don’t need him speaking for you. You can make your own choices.” His gaze dipped to William’s mouth, lingering. “Besides, I’ve been thinking about you. Can’t seem to stop.”

William’s breath came sharper, his stance defensive. “That’s not my problem.”

“Oh, but it could be,” Kenta said, voice turning silkier, more poisonous. “I still remember exactly how you sound. Every gasp. Every little broken plea when you couldn’t take it anymore. You used to beg for it, remember? And the way you’d come undone in my hands- hell, I’ve never had anyone grip me that tight before or after.”

William’s face flushed with anger, but Kenta only grinned wider, sensing the reaction.

“I’d take my time with you again,” Kenta continued, low enough that the words slid under William’s skin, “make you cry in the best way. You liked that- don’t pretend you didn’t. You’d arch back, nails in my arms, trying to decide if you wanted me to slow down or ruin you faster. God, the way you’d- “

“Enough,” William snapped, voice sharp, but Kenta leaned in, his breath hot against William’s ear.

“I can still taste you, you know,” Kenta whispered, slow and venomous. “All that sweetness, dripping down my chin, the way you’d whimper when I didn’t stop.”

William stiffened, trying to move past him, but Kenta shifted, blocking the way.
“Does he even fuck you like that? Hmm?” His tone was mocking, almost pitying. “Does he make you beg the way I did? Or is he all slow and sweet- pretending he’s giving you everything when you’re still lying awake at night thinking about me bending you over that table in the mess room?”

William’s hands curled into fists, his voice tight. “You need to stop.”

Kenta’s grin widened. “Stop? Why would I stop when I can see you getting worked up already? I bet he’s never even made you come in under a minute just from my fingers. Never had you shaking so hard you couldn’t even stand. And the way you’d sob when I didn’t let you finish- god, that was fucking beautiful.”

William swallowed hard, heat crawling up the back of his neck, but it wasn’t desire- it was fury and shame at being cornered like this.

Kenta’s tone softened, a mockery of sincerity. “I was an ass before. I know that. But I never stopped thinking about you. I could give you all of it back- everything you miss, everything you can’t get from him. You and me… we were filth, Will. The kind of filth you don’t wash off.”

William swallowed hard, anger and unease tightening his chest. “We’re done, Kenta.”

But Kenta stepped closer again, lowering his voice to something darker, filthier. “Done? Will… I still remember you saying my name like you were praying. You think he makes you sound like that? You think he fucks you until you’re shaking and leaking down your thighs before I even pull out?”

William’s breath hitched, and that was the exact moment a shadow shifted at the far end of the corridor.

Est.

He had stopped mid-step, his gaze locked on the two of them. He hadn’t spoken yet, but his expression was ice- cold, controlled, dangerous.

Kenta, oblivious for now, kept going.
“I could make you forget him. All of him. You remember how many times we could go in a night, don’t you? You remember how messy it got… the sweat, the marks on your hips where I held you down so you couldn’t squirm away.” He grinned faintly. “You remember coming apart on my cock so hard you couldn’t even catch your breath? You think he can make you come like that?”

William’s fingers curled into fists. “I’m not yours. Not anymore.”

Kenta’s grin softened into something almost pleading. “I can be better now. I was stupid before, I know that. But I never stopped thinking about you- never stopped wanting you. You think I don’t know what you taste like in the morning? What you sound like when you’re right on the edge?” His voice dipped, shameless. “I could get you there again, Will. Right here. Right now. You wouldn’t even have to think- “

That was when Est finally moved.

The sound of his boots against the marble floor was sharp, decisive. By the time Kenta registered it, Est was already between them, one hand on William’s arm, pulling him back, the other pressing against Kenta’s chest with enough force to send him stumbling into the wall.

“You,” Est said, voice low but thick with fury, “have exactly ten seconds to walk away before I put you through this wall.”

Kenta blinked, his bravado faltering- but only slightly. “Just talking- “

“Talking?” Est’s tone sharpened. “I heard enough to know you were begging for another chance to put your hands on him. You’ll never get it. Not while I’m breathing.”

Kenta’s smirk returned faintly, though his eyes flickered with unease. “You think you’re the only one who knows what he likes? The only one who’s made him- “

Est shoved him harder, teeth gritted. “Say another word about him. One more. And I’ll make sure you can’t speak again.”

For a tense beat, no one moved. Kenta’s eyes darted from Est to William, then back. Finally, he straightened his jacket, his smirk curdling into something ugly.

Kenta leaned closer. “Maybe you’ve got him now, but I know exactly what makes him fall apart. What gets him crying for more. And you- ” he flicked a smirk over his shoulder, sensing Est’s presence “- I wonder if you can even get him there.”

Est moved in before William could answer. One large hand caught the back of Kenta’s collar and yanked him half a step back, the grip firm enough to make Kenta’s smirk falter.
“You wonder?” Est’s voice was low, dangerous. “Let me clear that up for you.”

Kenta chuckled under his breath, feigning nonchalance. “Go ahead. Enlighten me.”

Est leaned in close enough for his words to hit like a whisper, but they were meant for both men.
“When I take him,” Est said evenly, “he’s loud enough the guards outside know exactly who’s in his bed. He’s shaking before I even get him bare. I keep him there- right at the edge- until he’s begging so hard his voice breaks. And when I finally give it to him, he comes so hard he forgets his own name.”

William’s breath caught; heat flooded up his neck.

Est’s grip didn’t loosen. “You think you know what makes him fall apart? I make him want to. Every time. And when we’re done, he’s so deep under me he can’t walk straight until morning.”

Kenta’s smirk twitched, more brittle now, but Est wasn’t finished.

Est stepped closer, forcing Kenta back a half-step. “He comes apart for me, over and over, until he’s shaking in my hands. I fuck him slow when I want to hear him whimper. I fuck him hard when I want to hear him scream my name. And afterward? He still wants more.” His mouth curled- not in softness, but in challenge. “That’s the difference. You got his body. I own every damn part of him.”

Kenta’s hands curled into fists. His jaw clenched, eyes narrowing with a mix of jealousy and rage. “You- “

Est didn’t let him finish. “You couldn’t keep him satisfied if your life depended on it. I can make him come without even touching him.” He tilted his head slightly toward William, the move calculated, intimate. “He’s mine, and you’ll never get that back. So stop sniffing around like a dog that’s lost its bone.”

The muscle in Kenta’s cheek twitched. He stepped forward, closing the small space between them until their shoulders almost brushed. “You wanna talk about fucking him? Fine- ” His voice lowered, venomous. “He still moans the same way he did with me. Bet half the shit you do, you learned from what he liked with me.”

Est’s expression barely shifted, but the heat in his eyes sharpened. “The difference, Kenta,” he said, his tone now dangerously even, “is that when he moans for me, it’s because I’ve driven him there- not because he’s trying to hurry and get it over with.”

Kenta’s face flushed hot, his breath short. One more word and it would turn into a shove. His hand twitched at his side.

“Stop.” William’s voice cut between them- firm, but tinged with something pleading. He stepped forward, placing a hand on Est’s chest, another lightly brushing against Kenta’s arm to block his line forward. “This isn’t happening here.” His tone made it sound less like a request and more like an order.

Est’s voice was cold when he spoke next, “So here’s how it’s going to go,” he said, his tone sharpening to steel. “You’re going to walk away. Right now. Because the next time you put your mouth anywhere near his name like that, I’ll make sure you’re not able to use it for weeks.”

Kenta hesitated, but Est’s stare held – cold, unflinching. Finally, with a scoff, Kenta stepped back.
“Touchy,” he muttered, retreating with a mocking half-salute.

“Enjoy it while it lasts,” he muttered, stepping away.

Est didn’t respond- he just kept his hand firm on William’s arm until Kenta was gone from sight. Only then did he turn to William, his jaw still tight, voice low but softer. “You okay?”

William nodded, but his heart was pounding. And in Est’s eyes, there was still that dangerous, simmering edge- an unspoken promise that if Kenta ever tried that again, it wouldn’t end with just words.

Est turned to William, the edge in his voice softening but not disappearing.
“I said it that way to get under his skin,” he murmured. “Not because I needed to prove anything to him. I don’t care what he thinks. I care about you.”

William swallowed, still flushed. “You definitely got under his skin.”

Est’s mouth curved faintly. “Good. Now he knows exactly where he stands.”

William felt Est’s fingers wrap around his wrist – not hard, but enough to pull him along, away from the open hallway.

Est didn’t speak again until they were well away from the courtyard, the sound of their footsteps echoing down the long, empty hallway. William could still feel the tight coil of tension in Est’s body beside him, each stride measured but rigid. His own pulse was a mess- half from the lingering anger in the air, half from the memory of the way Est’s voice had dropped low and filthy, every word a deliberate strike meant to cut Kenta down.

William was flushed, his heart beating far too fast for the simple walk from the training hall. Est had kept a hand on the small of his back the whole way, steering him in silence – but the warmth in that touch had been edged with something sharper, something that made William’s skin prickle.

Est’s earlier words to Kenta still rang in his ears, low and dark and indecent – the way he’d said exactly how he gave it to William, how he’d looked him dead in the eye while doing it, how Kenta’s jaw had tightened with every syllable. And the worst part was… William knew Est had said it not just to defend him, but to provoke. To claim.

They turned a corner, out of sight of the last lingering attendants, and Est finally stopped in front of the library. The heavy oak door of the library swung shut behind them with a deep, muffled thud. The sound seemed to seal the world outside, locking away the echo of Kenta’s voice and the burn of his glare. The quiet here was almost oppressive- every creak of the floorboards under Est’s boots sounded louder, every breath William drew felt sharper.

Est didn’t stop until they were between the farthest shelves, deep in the stacks where no one would bother them. The warm scent of old paper and polished wood wrapped around them, but it did nothing to soften the look in Est’s eyes. His hand came up, bracing on the wall beside William’s head, effectively caging him in. He didn’t speak right away. He simply stepped closer until William had to tip his head up to meet his eyes. There was no anger there anymore – only that quiet, focused intensity that made William’s pulse throb in places it shouldn’t.

“You shouldn’t have had to hear any of that,” Est said, his tone quieter now, but still edged. His eyes searched William’s face- checking, assessing, still brimming with heat. “But I wasn’t going to let him get away with talking to you like that.”

William swallowed, his mouth dry. “You- ” His voice cracked slightly, and he hated that it sounded shy. “You didn’t hold back much, though.”

The corner of Est’s mouth lifted, but it wasn’t a smile. “I wasn’t talking to you,” he said simply. “Every word was for him. Every detail. I wanted him to picture it- exactly how good you sound when I’m deep inside you, how much you beg for me by name. I wanted him to know he couldn’t compete.”

William’s cheeks burned hot, the air between them suddenly too thick. “You- ” He shifted, back pressing against the wall. “You really said all that just to- “

“To put him in his place,” Est cut in, leaning closer, the wall at William’s back trapping him in the heat of his presence. “And maybe,” he added, voice dropping even lower, “to remind you that it’s not just talk. Every single thing I said, I can make you feel again tonight.”

William’s breath hitched, and Est’s eyes flicked down to catch it.

“You’re- ” William started, but the words tangled into a laugh that wasn’t really a laugh at all. “You’re awful.”

“You’re flushed,” Est murmured, thumb brushing over the curve of William’s jaw. “From anger… or something else?”

William glanced away, but Est followed the movement, his lips grazing the shell of his ear. “He’s not the one who gets to have you like that anymore,” Est said, softer now, but every word laced with possession. “Only me. Always me.”

William’s knees nearly gave, and he had to rest a hand against Est’s chest to steady himself- not that it helped much, with the steady thud of Est’s heartbeat under his palm.

The flush in William’s cheeks deepened. “Est…”

But Est didn’t let him finish. He stepped forward, pressing William gently but firmly back until his spine met the edge of the long reading table. His hands slid to William’s hips, thumbs pressing in just enough to make him aware of how close they were.

“You liked it,” Est murmured, not as a question. “I could feel it in you, even standing there.”

“I- ” William’s protest caught in his throat when Est’s mouth brushed his ear, the words following in a heated whisper.

“Liked me telling him how I get you spread out and begging… how I keep you right on the edge until you’re shaking for me.” His tone was filthy, but quiet, meant only for William. “Liked him knowing that when you come, it’s because I let you.”

William made a small, involuntary sound – and Est caught it like a prize, pulling back just enough to see his expression.

“Mm. Just like that.” Est’s hands were already sliding lower, fingers slipping over the curve of William’s ass before gripping firmly, dragging him forward against the hard line in Est’s trousers.

The kiss came then – not rushed, but deep and claiming. Est’s mouth pressed hard against William’s, his tongue sliding in slow, deliberate strokes that left William dizzy. Every time William tried to push closer, Est would pull back just enough to make him chase it.

One hand braced on the table, William’s fingers curled tight in the edge of it. The other came up to grip Est’s shoulder, grounding himself as Est kissed him breathless. When Est finally pulled back, it was only to trail his mouth down William’s jaw, slow and heated, until his lips hovered over the pounding pulse in his neck.

“Here?” Est murmured, his breath hot. “Where anyone could walk in?” He dragged his teeth lightly over the skin, just enough to make William shiver. “Or should I make you wait until we’re somewhere you can be louder for me?”

William made a frustrated noise, his hips moving instinctively against Est’s. But Est caught them, hands firm, holding him still.

“No,” Est said, soft but firm. “Not yet.” His thigh pressed between William’s, forcing him open a little, the friction maddening but not nearly enough.

The next kiss was rougher, their teeth grazing. Est’s hand slipped between them, palming William through his trousers, slow and steady – enough to make him gasp, but never enough to push him over. Each time William’s breath hitched, Est would ease the pressure, drawing it out, his lips brushing his ear with murmured promises that only wound him tighter.

“You’re already trembling,” Est murmured, his tone equal parts proud and cruel. “And I’ve barely touched you.”

“Est, please- “

“Not yet,” Est repeated, almost tenderly, though his hand gave one deliberate, filthy stroke that made William’s knees weaken. “You’ll come when I decide you’ve earned it. And when you do…” He kissed him again, slow and deep, “you’ll remember who made you feel this way. Not him. Not anyone else. Me.“

Est’s hand traveled lower, cupping him through his trousers, squeezing just enough to make William’s knees go weak.

“Fuck- Est- “

“Language, my Prince.” Est murmured, but his grip didn’t relent. He began rubbing in slow, lazy circles, making William squirm. “You’re already hard. All I’ve done is talk to you. That’s all it takes now, isn’t it?”

William’s breath came faster. He could feel himself pulsing against Est’s palm, wanting more, but Est only worked him just shy of what he needed.

“Do you know what else I wish I could’ve told him?” Est’s voice dropped further, almost a whisper. “That when I’m inside you… you’re so tight around me I can barely move at first. That I have to hold your hips still so I don’t lose it too fast.”

William groaned, his head falling forward against Est’s shoulder.

“And,” Est continued, “that you beg. You beg so pretty, even when you’re already getting exactly what you want.”

William’s hips bucked involuntarily, and Est stilled his hand entirely. The frustration ripped a sound from William’s throat.

“Not yet,” Est said softly, almost like a command. “You’re going to stay right here, hard and aching, until I say.”

William looked up at him, pupils blown wide. “That’s- “

“Cruel?” Est’s smile was faint. “Maybe. But you’ll thank me later.” He shifted his thigh higher between William’s legs, grinding just enough to make the ache sharper.

They kissed again, deeper this time, Est’s hands roaming – over William’s back, down his sides, palming his ass firmly. Every movement was calculated to push him close, but never over.

Est had William pinned between the cool wood of the library shelves and his own body, his hands still framing the prince’s jaw, mouth hovering over his with a dangerous, hungry kind of patience. William’s pulse was wild against his lips, his chest heaving from the slow, unbearable friction Est had been drawing out for what felt like forever.

But somewhere in the haze of heat and breathless want, Est caught it-
A change.

It wasn’t in the way William’s hands gripped his coat (still firm, still wanting), but in his eyes. A flicker of something less fevered and more… uncertain.

“Tell me,” Est murmured, brushing his nose against William’s cheek. His voice was low, coaxing. “What’s in your head right now?”

William hesitated, his throat working around the words. Finally, he drew in a breath. “It feels like… you’re not going anywhere. Like you’re here, for real.” He let out a short, shaky laugh, glancing down before meeting Est’s gaze again. “And gods, I want that to be true. But- “

“But?” Est prompted, fingers tracing down William’s side with quiet insistence.

“But I know you,” William said softly. “And I know there are things you haven’t sorted yet. You’ve got your priorities, your duties, whatever else you think needs to come first. And I- ” He shook his head. “I can’t… I can’t take another heartbreak.”

Est stilled. Really stilled. He studied William’s face, reading every nuance, as if searching for the point where wanting collided with fear.

Then, finally: “If you wanted me to,” he said, his voice steady but edged with something raw, “I’d stay. Here. With you. Forever.”

The air felt heavier after that.

William swallowed, his hand coming up to rest lightly on Est’s chest. “No. Don’t say that unless you mean it. I need you to go… and only come back if you choose me. Completely. No hesitation. No second-guessing.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “I couldn’t survive you leaving twice.”

For a long moment, they just stood there- bodies still close, breaths mingling, desire pressed tight between them but layered now with something deeper and more fragile.

Then footsteps echoed down the far end of the library.

Est’s jaw clenched. He didn’t move until the noise drew nearer, and then he leaned in one last time, his lips brushing William’s ear.

“I’ll make good on my promise later,” he murmured, dark and certain. “Every word of it.”

William shivered, caught between longing and the ache of waiting, as Est stepped back- leaving heat and the promise of forever hanging in the charged air.

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Later, that evening.

Est hadn’t even removed his jacket when the summons came.

A palace messenger, pale and brisk, handed him the folded slip with the royal crest pressed deep into the wax.

Her Majesty requests your immediate presence.

His first thought was that something had happened to William. His second, more disquieting one, was that it was odd- he never reported to the Queen. Never to the King. His orders and loyalty had always been tied to William alone.

The meeting hall was already tense when he stepped inside. Tall windows poured late-afternoon light across polished floors, but the brightness did nothing to ease the oppressive air. The Queen sat on her elevated seat, robed and immovable, eyes cool and sharp.

To her left: Crown Prince James, stiff-backed and glaring.
To her right: Kenta, who looked as though he’d been rehearsing fury all morning.
Several courtiers lingered nearby, close enough to hear every word.

Est’s jaw tightened. Whatever this was, it was not going to be clean.

“Sir Est,” the Queen began, her tone clipped, “you have been summoned here to answer grave concerns. It has been brought to my attention that you have acted with… excessive hostility towards a certain guest of this court. Threats of physical violence. Even- ” her gaze hardened- “threats of death.”

Kenta drew a sharp breath as if the words themselves vindicated him. “Not just hostility,” he added quickly, “but an arrogance unbecoming someone of your… low station. I have endured more rudeness and disrespect from this man than any guest should have to tolerate.”

Est’s fingers flexed at his sides, every instinct telling him to scoff outright, but he forced himself still. His voice, when it came, was steady. “Your Majesty, these accusations are false. I have never threatened harm without cause. The only times I’ve ever made threats were when Lord Kenta’s behavior placed Prince William’s safety at risk.”

That earned him a sharp look from James. The Queen’s eyes narrowed. “So you admit to threatening him.”

“I admit,” Est said evenly, “to fulfilling my duty as a guard.”

Kenta gave a sharp, derisive laugh. “Oh, of course- everything is for the Prince. How convenient.”

The Queen’s eyes narrowed. “Are you suggesting my son, the Crown Prince, is lying as well? Dare you allude to him fabricating the truth?”

Est’s gaze swept from her to James, then back again. “I am saying only what is true. If my word is doubted, you can ask Prince William directly. He knows the circumstances.”

That suggestion was met with a sharp shift in the air. James stiffened, but it was Kenta who stepped forward, voice rising.

“How dare you drag the Prince into your petty defiance! You think William will take your side over his own family? You’re nothing more than- “

Kenta scoffed, continuing. “. . .This is nothing but insolence. He’s been emboldened far too long, clinging to the prince as though he were some- “

Est’s eyes snapped to him, sharp enough to cut. “Careful.”

James immediately bristled. “Are you threatening him here? In front of the Queen?”

The Queen raised a hand, silencing the shouts for only a heartbeat before turning back to Est. “You claim your actions were in defense of William. Then tell me- when has Kenta ever endangered him? Give me one instance.”

Est was silent for a moment, his fists curling behind his back. “If you want that answer, Your Majesty, then I insist you hear it from Prince William himself.”

That did it. The room turned from tense to electric.

James moved in smoothly, voice laced with false reason. “Mother, there’s no need to trouble William over something so trivial. Sir Est need only offer Lord Kenta a wholehearted apology, and this matter can be put to rest.”

Est scoffed. Actually scoffed. Then, as the incredulous murmurs began, he gave a short, bitter laugh.

“I would never apologize to someone as unworthy and disgusting as Lord Kenta,” he said, his voice dropping into something dark. “Especially not for something he well deserved.”

Kenta’s smirk returned, venomous. “Oh? Will you tell the court how you think I deserved it? Or will you admit you’ve been clinging to William like some overzealous watchdog because you- “

Whatever the rest of that sentence was meant to be, it never saw air.

Est moved. Fast.

One moment, he was standing three paces away. The next, he had Kenta by the front of his tunic, slamming him back against the edge of the council table hard enough to make the goblets tremble. The entire room erupted- James barking orders, courtiers gasping, the Queen’s voice sharp as a whip.

But Est didn’t hear them. His voice was low, trembling with barely restrained rage. “You don’t get to speak his name,” he growled, his fingers tightening in the fabric. “Not like that. Not ever.”

Kenta’s smug façade cracked just enough to reveal a flash of fear- but it was too late.

Guards rushed forward, two grabbing Est’s arms, another trying to wedge himself between them. Est resisted, teeth clenched, but the weight of three armored men eventually tore him back.

“Enough!” the Queen’s voice rang like steel. “Put him in the cellar. I will decide his fate myself.”

The last thing Est saw before he was dragged away was Kenta straightening his clothes with exaggerated care, that smug smirk returning full force despite the bloody nose.

And Est, straining against the guards, could think of nothing except how William was going to hear about this- whether the Queen wanted him to or not.

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It’s really heating up. What do you guys think will happen next??

Will William find out? Will he come looking? What will happen to Est now?

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