I am certain I am going to lose my mind.
“Do not make that noise again in my presence.” Reggie snipes, then tacks on in a half-respectful voice “My Queen.” I drop the embroidery I’m working on onto my lap. A lap that I’m having trouble hiding the fact that it’s slowly disappearing.
“Well it’s your fault.” I accuse him and Ward, eyeing them both angrily. Ward rubs a hand through his hair and I hear him mutter something that sounds like ‘hear we go again’ to Reggie. “Three months. THREE MONTHS! I have Fortress Fever!” I almost shout. Ward sighs.
“Kennice, we’ve been over this.” Ward’s tone is patient, but has an element of exasperation to it.
“I’m not asking you to put me on the battlefield.” I whine. I’m down to begging and whining now, how disgraceful. I have tried so har
