#Chapter52

Impulse

We stood behind those large gold doors that awaits us, I felt like I'm going to die out of anxiety. I can't believe I'm going to meet those people who are the king and queen of this country. How would you feel if you were in my place?

"Why your hands are sweaty?" He asked as he wiped my hands with his jacket and again held it.

"Because I'm nervous, Sherlock." I said rolling my eyes, wanting to let go of his hands since holding sweaty hands is disgusting, but he didn't make any move to let go of my hand. He sighed and brought us close to...