He doesn’t answer for several awkward seconds, and at first, it looks like he was going to deny it, but then he sighs and scratches the back of his head, looking sheepish.
“Yeah, I got it for you.”
Well, at least he didn’t insult me by denying it.
“When?” I ask incredulously.
“This morning when I saw you crumpling and throwing papers away. I kept wondering why you're still doing it old school and I figured... maybe you needed a bit of help.”
That's... actually very sweet. “How did you even get it delivered so fast?”
He shrugs, looking away. “I have my ways. It’s my job to make things happen.” He sighs, looking guilty. “I’m sorry, it’s an occupational hazard. I have this habit of making sure everything needed is at hand, even before a formal request is made. The king finds it very u
