A servant tapped my shoulder as I was reading in the basement. I looked up at the boy and nodded, setting the book aside onto the table in front of me. "Your father says to report to the top castle quarters. There is something waiting for you there." I sighed, stared at the wall for a second, then nodded and followed the boy out of the library. I picked my skirt up to walked up the flight of stairs directing us toward the top quarters. There were only two top rooms, the right and the left. They were only used as rooms for very important guests, someone of very high establishment, close to my father's stand. The right quarters are out of use for everyone, for specific reasons. Now only the left is accessible for just about anyone. As I reached the door the servant stepped aside and let me enter first. As soon as I saw Lidium, I backtracked and tried to leave the room, but the servant slammed the door shut. I heard a lock slide in place. I stared at the door in shock and slowly turned toward Lidium, who was also staring at the door, but in confusion. We stared for a minute then both approached it. "What is going on?" I yelled. "Let us both out!" "I'm sorry dear," Micheal spoke through the door. "But I cannot. You two are staying in there until you settle this silly dispute you two seem to be having." I glared at the door and banged at it. "What are you talking about!" "I know you two aren't getting along!" he yelled. "Now until you can see each other without the room going cold, you are not leaving! You are staying here for the night, and food will be delivered to you through the dolly on the side wall. There are clothes laid out on the bed. After this, you are going to like each other and actually act like fiancés instead of constant screaming enemies!" "Father, you can't do this!" "Yes I can. And you have no choice. I will talk to you tomorrow." I heard one step until his voice rang out again. "Oh, and Lidium. If you dare break down this door, I will have to send a telegram to your father. And no jumping out the window, either!" Then my father left in a series of slamming footsteps. I hate him. This whole conversation Lidium had been standing next to me. He now sighed and walked away. "Well then," he said simply. "This is just great." Bump? Any thoughts?
I was still glaring at the door. "The door did nothing," he murmured. "Stop." I grunted and walked away from the door. I wanted to rip out my hair from how angry I was. Instead I paced, putting my fingers to my lips and keeping one arm across my stomach. I felt Lidium watching me while I walked back and forth. We said nothing. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I groaned loudly and threw my hands up into the air. "Would you stop staring at me?" I yelled at him. He rolled his purple eyes and glared. "What else am I supposed to do?" "I don't know!" I turned away from him. "Stare out the window or something." "But that's not entertaining." "Oh, and I'm entertaining to you?" "Yes, you are." I turned and stared at him, gave him a looked then walked toward a window. "What are we supposed to do?" I asked. "Oh, I don't know, talk?" "No sarcasm," I stated and leaned against the wall, looking out the window. The sun draped across my body and I sighed, relishing the warmth. I blinked and looked over at him. He was staring again. "What!" I yelled. He looked at me and shook his head. "Absolutely nothing." "Right," I murmured. "So why are you mad at me?" "How could I not be?" "Be serious." "I am." "No you're not." "Yes, I am." "Rosanne, please just tell me!" He said, aggravated. I couldn't help but smile at his tone. "Why do you want to know?" "Because when I see you, I'd rather not want to rip off your head." I stared at him in shock and he shrugged. "I would be able to. But I really don't want to have to." I shook my head and pushed off the wall. "I'm mad because I heard your conversation with Mary outside the library." He face looked puzzled then it clicked. He stared at me and I stared back, expressionless. "Are you...serious?" "Yes!" I yelled. "I am very serious!" I stomped my foot down. "You think you can control me? Rein me in? Keep me on a leash? Well you can't! I will never let you! No one can control me. I will only do things at my own will. I loathe when idiotic people try to force me to do certain things. I will not settle for it. I will not let you of all people be able to keep me in check, especially since we are going to be m...married!" He was going to speak but I rushed toward him and put my hand over his mouth. "I will not let you. I do not trust you, so you can't force me to do anything. You think you can just say "do this" or "be here" and order me around when I don't even know you? Or when you don't even know me?" I took a much needed breath and leaned forward, pushing him back. "It's not right, and I won't let it happen. I don't like to be on a leash. I will only bite through it." I stared into his eyes after my rant and breathed hard. I swallowed and realized that I could feel his fangs through his lips. "I suggest you step away," he said against my palm. I did, all the way to the other side of the room. He cleared his throat and shook his head, taking a deep breath. He sighed and finally looked up at me. I expected him to start yelling at me, telling me I had heard wrong and that he wasn't trying to do that at all. To try and cover up for himself and act like I was insane. Instead he said, "I apologize." "...What?" "I apologize," he said again, relaxing. I stared at him, dumbfounded. I realized that we stare at each other a lot. "You...apologize." "Yes." "Are you sure?" He chuckled. "Yes." I looked to the floor. "Huh." "Yes," he said. "Now wasn't that easy?" "Are you going to try and tell me what to do?" "No. No yelling, no fighting with you, no reigning in and no controlling. Not even a leash." He smiled, showing off his pointed teeth. "Not even a leash?" I repeated. "Nope. Well...unless you want one." He winked and I smiled. Pervert. Bump? What do you think