"Well, my problem at the moment! I just want to rest." The king heaved a sigh but sat up right resting his back on the head board. "Don't you ever get tired of talking about everything? Not even for a while? Because you talk pretty much even when you sleep! What sort of a person are you?" The king was too tired to speak in parables or try to see reasons with her, so he didn't even try to.
The ranting he was expecting afterwards didn't come, only plain silence and eying. "Cat got your tongue?" The king asked when he couldn't bear the over lasting silence.
No one would blame him. No matter how many times he spoke about her love for talking, she only talks more. And now her being silent is very unexpected.
"In all our years of married, only today you make sense while being polite in making me see the need to be quiet for a while. That means you're learning and adapting. Sleep well, see you in the morning my king." The king curtsied and moved to the door.
