“Do you want to go for a walk?”
I looked away from the ceiling that I had been staring at for the past hour or so, my eyes finding their way to Marcel, Marcel who was seated on the other couch, while I was laying on this one. He had been shifting through some paperwork for the last hour or so, then he’d work on his laptop for a bit, and the rotation would continue. He was weirdly efficient, his one hand putting down the papers, while the other one picked up the laptop—and not once did he drop a single one of the two.
And then there was the fact that he was no longer wearing the formal suits, those dark colours that he had worn every single time that he had been at the palace. When you looked at him now, you would never thing that he was someone who would even be wearing
