CHAPTER 127

  His tousled brown locks slightly fell to his face as he shared with me an odd look. "What?"

  "You know..." I lolled my eyes about as I gestured with my hands, "why are they fighting?"

  He singly blinked as his head fell back to the pillow, releasing a sigh that sounded like relief. "I dunno, Munchkin. She never told me, maybe Alfred. The one time I asked her, she only gave me a dead warning of never to allow the witch into the palace... I think it started while my father was still alive. I once thought maybe it was normal women clash that involved jealousy or so..." He bounced his shoulders nonchalantly and his left hand tugged at me until I was flat on the bed.

  "Hmmmn, it's weird," I pushed.

  "Yeah," He kissed my neck. "C'mon let's get some sleep unless you want to go down for dinner?"

  "No!" I rapidly intoned.