It made me impatient. I had to remind myself again and again that only one day and then she would be mine completely. Only mine mine.
Mother chuckled looking at me. She was still treating me like a little boy. No matter what I was, or even if I was a king, to Mother, I was always a little boy, the boy she gave birth to and raised.
"Are you sure no one will mind if we leave like this?" she asked, looking around as if in search of disappointing eyes.
"I am the king. Who will dare to mind if I do something?" I said.
She thought.
"Perhaps. A king has his advantages," I said and she looked at me, shocked. She still had not gotten used to my mind-reading thing. I had to admit it was kind of fun to tease her and read her thoughts, especially to see her embarrassed expression.
I led her out of the hall. Everyone bowed at us and she looked as uneasy as ever, gripping my hand tightly with her tiny soft hand.
