(CHANCES)
“WHY?” I ask as we both found each other alone after hours of being caught into the festive celebration that he prepared, but hides in his king’s title.
“Why? For what?” he teasingly retorted, laughing as I express an irritating gaze towards him. “Well, you must ask me
specifically what you had in mind. I may be the king, but I’m not a shaman that can read your mind.” He reasons stupidly that made me stump my feet, signing him to spit everything out that surely nod him in approval towards me at the end.
“Exactly! You are the king of this land, yet you are doing this, and again for how many times that I already lost count off. For all we know is a complete lie, and have you ever considered what will happen if everyone in this village will know who you are?” I exclaim in bot
