Phoenix:
His words landed like a whip on my heart. What was he saying? Was he drunk or something?
"Kiss?" I asked him absentmindedly, and he pulled back a little to look down at my face.
"Yes. Her lips were the softest. Like… like…" he thought for a moment, and then there was a smug glint in his eyes, "Petals. They were like rose petals."
I kept looking at him with a frown, but he was all smiles.
"How many times have you gotten married, Your Highness?" I asked the question before stepping back and turned away to keep my hands busy with some task.
"Only once," he said solemnly and then asked, "Where is that dry fruit tray?"
Dry fruit tray? That's what he wants whenever he thinks of his dead wife?
"I don't have it," I snapped, "Go and ask your servant to bring it for you. Or you don't have servants anymore?" I growled.
Silence.
I felt his hands on my shoulders as he forced me to face him.
Goddess. What do I tell him when he asks me why I am angry?
