20(B): The White Hair

LAYLA

A laughter that could’ve caused my belly to erupt filled my chambers as Nadia just completed one of her famous expressions or imitations of different people in the palace. I didn't know how she managed to pull it off, but Nadia had a talent for improvisation and she always lifted my spirits with her witty behavior when she executed any of her funny habits.

After my laughter had finally subsided, I rolled over to the edge of the bed and leaned forward so that I’d be able to clearly see Nadia who was on a mat beside my bed. I was never comfortable with the fact she’d always chosen to sleep on the mat despite how much room there was on the huge bed I’d been given.

“Nads, you know you can just sleep on the bed beside me, right?” I rose my brows at her as I awaited her usual decline whenever it came to this particular offer.

“Look here,” She sat up on the mat so that she was now facing me, “You already know that's a No. Why do you always offer despite that?”

I watched her brows wrinkl