Cunning Drake

Like I vowed to do, I followed Drake wherever he went. First, he went to the library, to read some books, and I followed him.

Even when he went to the garden, to have a rest, I was there with him. I didn't even give him any breathing space as I followed him like a puppy who was eager to show his owner all the tricks he's got up his sleeves.

“Aren't you tired of following me everywhere?” He turned to face me. “I'm not like the others that dote on you. You will get tired of following me when you realize that.”

“I don't need you to dote on me,” I folded my arms and tried not to snap at the stupid king.

If only he wasn't handsome with obvious six-packs, I would have knocked him hard on his head.

“Then, what do you want?” He took a step towards me. “Don't tell me you are too competent in your work?”

“That's it. I'm too competent in my work.” I folded my arms, “where else do you need to go? I will escort you there.”