Fourteen
“Prrr?” Jester jumped on my lap, a rare occasion since he seemed to prefer the men’s company. But with William out, he had no choice but to choose me for affection.
I stroked the black cat, pleased he settled into a sleepy ball instead of clawing at my eyes or arms, which seemed one of his favourite hobbies. But when he was all nice and asleep, he was quite cute.
Mindlessly, I stroked his soft fur, admiring the ring around my finger. Despite having worn it around my neck for so long, I wasn’t used to it yet. Even after a hundred years, it fitted me perfectly and I loved it just as much as the first time he gave it to me. The little flower with the set stone strayed from the traditional engagement rings and that little act of rebellion on his part made it even more perfect.
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