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Photo #10: Fine with Age
Eadlyn looks at another photo. From a first glance, she can't tell it's recent or not due to the fact that it's a photo of her father with his reading glasses. His eyebrows are furrowed, making the lines on his face more visible (which leads her to believe the photo was taken recently).
Eadlyn traces the lines on her father's face with her pointer finger, wondering why her father would have a picture of himself on his wall with a face like that.
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After many hours of sitting at his desk, Maxon stands up and walks around his desk to stretch his stiff limbs. Paperwork often made his body still and it was unfortunate that he always had a lot to do. When Maxon returns to sitting, he slips on his reading glasses and looks back at his papers.
He stops reading when he hears knocking at the door of his office. Maxon allows them in and America walks in with his camera hanging around her neck.
"I've been trying to get some pictures of the kids but they always turn out blurry," America says. "Come out for a bit and take some."
Maxon takes a breath, leaning back into his desk chair. America smiles a little, taking a seat on a corner of his desk that wasn't filled with stacks of paper. She leans forward and takes a closer look at her royal husbandness in his glasses.
"I like these on you," America compliments his glasses, tracing the edges of the lenses. "They make you look smarter."
Maxon laughs a little. "I don't like them. They make me feel old. I used to be able to get through all this work with no issues, but now I find it hard to focus on words without my eyes getting tired."
"How about wise?" America suggests, ignoring her husband's possible mid-life crisis. "King Maxon, the Wise."
America smiles brightly in hopes to cheer him up. Maxon sighs as he moves his glasses to the top of his head and puts his head down on America's knees. She runs her fingers through his slowly-greying hair. When Maxon looks up at her, America slides his glasses back down to the bridge of his nose. Maxon frowns at her and she snaps a photo.
"America!" Maxon exclaims. "Delete that!"
"No!" America argues, giggling like a child. "You are my king and I will love you no matter how old you look. Besides, they say that things get finer with age."
"They say that about cheese, wine, and works of art; not people!"
America giggles. "That's only because they have yet to see King Maxon, The Wise, in his best years."
She gives him a small kiss on the forehead and she sashays out of his office to return to their kids. Maxon glances at his paperwork and allows it to get blurry as he removes his glasses. He gets up from his desk chair and stretches before exiting his office to take pictures of his lovely family.
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