He guessed that made sense, why should she really, she was a queen. He had no doubt about that when she'd told him.
"It makes up for the rest of the time when I'm not or having a bad day." He hated those times. He hated getting out of bed on those days. It was hard work.
He'd finished up what he was doing and started adding the chopped vegetables to the pan he was using. "Here, let me finish." He felt bad even if it was the onions making her cry not him.