Valka
It only gets progressively worse when he begins to experience aches in his back. He swears his age is finally catching up to him, groaning dramatically every time he bends. He grumbles about my cravings, only to eat all my food. He sleeps way more than I do and wakes up grumpy. His moods are fragile at best with everyone else.
But whenever he's around me, he's a bubbly ray of sunshine--an insane one that won't stop talking.
The questions start first.
"Is it safe for you to walk on that floorboard? It creaked. I don't trust it."
"Do you think they prefer the left side of your womb or the right?" He began pulling off his robe. "Should I rearrange your organs for comfort?"
One time we were walking back from a council meeting and he lifted me up so suddenly, I shrieked. Violet eyes searched mine with such intensity, I wondered if there was something wrong. Then he asked, "Should we ban the stairs from use?"
