He takes away the heavy book on the couch and places it on the small table beside the chair. He closes the distance between us till his thick thigh is touching mine.
"First question?" He asks expectantly.
I twiddle my thumbs as I rack my brain for questions. I decide to start slow..
"How old are you and the Queen?"
"The Queen is around five centuries old. I've spent 342 years alive"
342?! He was probably older than my great great great great.. You know what never mind.
"One question answered! Take an item off" He demanded.
What should I take off first?
I take out the scrunchy holding my hair and drop it on my laps. He looks at me with a scowl on his face.
"What's that? He questions.
"I removed an item as per our deal" I reply innocently trying to keep a straight face.
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