-Am I? Am I your King? She asked him and her voice still echoed in his ears.
Am I? Am I your King?
Am I?
What was wrong with her? Did she not get it he was there for her because he was physically there, she really couldn't see him? He sighed for a long time, again, to calm down before opening his mouth and giving her an answer worthy of him, and not of the position or question she had asked him in that way.
He also couldn't help but notice for a while, or at least since he met her, that he needed a longer time to calm down ... it would probably be something related to her ... of course, because even his calm had some limits, although so far he could not find them ... he should have thanked her, that he had finally found something to work on himself again. How bout that? Thinking about
