Made For You

Keenan felt a hint of trepidation as he stepped up to the throne. He’d sat through one session on the oversized chair and found it frustrating. His feet didn’t reach the floor. He had looked like a child who was playing dress-up.

He took a steadying breath and then sat down. His eyes widened when he realized that his feet were still firmly on the ground. He glanced over his shoulder at Bertram.

“We made a duplicate,” Bertram signed at him. “It’s sized for someone your height.”

Nodding, his thanks, Keenan focused on the work at hand. At least he wouldn’t be distracted by the chair this time.


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