My Husband is a King
Sloppy?
"Why are you so careless?" The King nagged at Eliana.
Their position at that time did not sit side by side. For the King was still sitting on the couch with a basket of fruits and a glass of goat's milk in front of him, while Eliana was sitting on the edge of her bed.
The girl observed her left index finger wrapped in gauze. He still remembered how the soft, warm sensation of his injured fingertip.
"Have you never peeled an apple before?"
"Or are you not used to knives?"
"If to yourself you're this reckless, what about your vigilance for baby Kevin? I suspect you're not carefully taking care of him!"
The King grumbled so much. Aunt Odeth was also in the room, observing how the King was grumbling endlessly at Eliana. Just this time he heard His Majesty the King speak this much.
While Eliana was silent, she heard His Majesty's words without any rebuttal coming out of her mouth. But actually, not so in his heart.
I'm not careless, Your Majesty alone suddenly gave a count. Someone else, right, so in a hurry.
"But I am not asking you to hurry! Why are you working like you're being chased by a tiger?" say the King again.
Eliana was astonished to hear the words of the King. He said he wasn't asking me to hurry? Then what was that countdown coming out of his mouth? Why is Her Majesty so annoying and contrary to Her Majesty The Queen Mother.
Eliana's lips look pursed with a face that continues to look down.
Meanwhile, Odeth's lady-in-waiting, who was standing in the corner of the room watching the two, smiled instead. Whether what's funny, part of his heart he wants to laugh at Eli who became awry because of the King's orders, and some of them also want to laugh at the prestige of the King to state if he actually cares about Eliana. You young man! So interior.
"Oh, I get it!" The king began to say again. "You accidentally scratched a knife into your finger, didn't you?" accuse King Gerald of his.
"Do not know, I will forgive you!" insist His Majesty the King.
Why should I be forgiven? What was my mistake?
Eliana was upset.
"Do not!" king Gerald's insistence on Eliana.
"Sa-not at all, Your Majesty," Eliana said with a trembling heart in fear. I, right, just accidentally scratched a knife into my own finger? Why should I confess like that? Besides my finger is hurting, why is His Majesty judging me as if I am a death row?
"You deliberately scratched your finger by the knife because you didn't want to serve your punishment by serving me, did you?" accuse the King of growing urgency to Eliana.
Eliana was silent. Avoiding wrong, giving wrong answers.
The King stood up, he walked towards Eliana who was sitting by his bedside.
Folding both hands in front of his chest, the King stood up and looked arrogantly at Eliana.
"Confess me! Comeing! Confess!" asserted the King with great emphasis in every word.
Eliana slightly retreated, she crossed her arms on both her chest. The girl looked scared.
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Guys read yes, I have a new novel. Actually this is an old novel that I made earlier than my husband's nove. With one or two things in mind, I decided to publish the novel. It's called "Married with My Cousin".