Was this a joke?
It's a lame one if it was.
When I perused Daniel's face however, he wasn't laughing because he had made a joke, he was laughing because he thought it funny that I was lost for words in the face of his comment. He was serious.
What the hell?! What in god's name was this anomaly? Was there no first aid kit in the Queen's house? Was there no healer there? Even if there wasn't, couldn't the Queen have tended to the wounds since Adam was a guest of the palace?
I released a string of curses then, ignoring the comical expression on Daniel's face.
Who had brought the stupid idea of bringing the hooligan to my house?
I ruffled my hair angrily, disregarding my significant other's exasperation with me for letting my emotions out in the open.
