He sighed. “Considering that you’ve fallen in love with the enemy of our kingdom, General, I would at least expect you to know her favorite color.” The tip of my quill snapped, exploding droplets of ink on the page. “I do not—” I stiffened. No—that was not a sentence I could finish. “Yes. . . I care for her. . . and it would be important to remember the next time you chastise my wife,” I painfully recovered. “My wife,” he taunted as he walked over to sit on the edge of my desk with a low chuckle. “Is that what you are writing in that cute little notebook of yours? My wife. My wife.”
The notebook!!!!
