~ Nathan’s POV
“I’m not dying, Jones,” I said to him, angrily.
He laughed out loud covering his mouth with his hands.
“Relax, Nathan. I didn’t mean it that way,” he said, still laughing.
I rolled my eyes at him, asking him why he asked me if I was dying.
“The dialogue was from a movie scene I just watched, it was so hilarious as you had just the same expressions as the actor,” he said.
“I know you can’t just die like that, Nathan,” he added.
Just then, I remembered that Jones doesn’t like watching movies, and because of that he never bought a television.
“Where are you?” I asked him.
“Hmm, you noticed that I wasn’t in my room despite how much I tried to hide the fact that I was in the palace,” he said playfully.
“And why are you in the palace?” I asked again.
“Didn’t you ask
