The Bet

               Marquise and I had sat for hours already, scanning through document after document, hoping to find anything related to the incidents from last week. With each passing paper, I could tell that he was getting tired, or maybe just even bored, from scanning through all these papers. Every hour that passed, he would start to slow, his form slowly slumping over the table. But he was a champ because he didn’t ever complain once about being stuck in a stuffy room mulling over numerous documents. But the discourage upon his face told me that he had no hope we would find what we where looking for. Unfortunately, even though I was use to this sort of thing, I was starting to lose hope as well.

              “Can we call it a day your Majesty? I can tell from the doorway to the hall that the sun is starting to set and quite honestly, I am famis