Maeve
He doesn’t look up from the page but he knows I am here. Although the king is the type of reader who immerses himself in the story. To him, the rest of the world drops dead and he is focused only on the book he is interested in at the moment. At least that was before. Now… nothing is the same anymore…
I walk over and take the seat opposite him.
“You were like this even when we were kids,”
I begin. Nathaniel doesn’t respond immediately. He continues reading but he has heard me. Once he finishes the page he is reading he closes the book and finally looks at me.
“We are nothing like what we were as kids.” He says.
Nathaniel looks tired. I see the dark circles under his eyes and even though he is one of those people who look attractive even when they are tired, I bet he hasn’t
