Trouble of Expressing

Alexander’s father bounded down the stairs, almost running into him when he reached the floor below.

“Did you eavesdrop on our conversation?” Alexander asked his father, shaking his head in disbelief.

“If you mean the part where you were feeling selfish, yes,” the King grinned. “It was so surprising; I thought I could die happy then and there.”

“Ha. Ha,” Alexander rolled his eyes. “So let me hear this solution of yours.”

“Alex,” his father raised a dark blue, velvet box. “Don’t you think it’s the perfect occasion?”

Alexander eyed the box in his father’s hand, memories of his childhood flooding back to him. He didn’t know he took that box with him, nor why he even considered taking it. Alexander swiped the box from his father, giving him a grateful nod before running back to the library to finish what he started the night before.

At the end of the day, late in the afternoon, Katie entered the library.

“Alexander, I’m sorry we to