The minutes flew passed by and Ansel began shaking his leg, tapping his finger on the desk…
'Where is she… She should've been here by now… What if something happened to her, what if….'
Knock, knock, knock
The sounds of knocking broke Ansel's train of thought.
He quickly stood to his feet, rushing from behind his desk.
'I'm worrying for nothing… She's here and safe…'
"Come in my Love," He called out, watching the door.
Eeeeeeer
"Why Your Majesty, I didn't know you felt that way about me," Christopher joshed, entering the room, "I feel so special."
Ansel grumbled, his eyebrows burrowing, as his cold stare fixated on Christopher.
Christopher put his hand on his chest, giving a playful gasp.
"Why Your Majesty what's wrong, I thought you were happy to see me," Christopher teased.
"What do you want," Ansel grumbled, going back to his chair to sit down.
