T'was Arranged

♆Detached♆

"Welcome to your life, there's no turning back. Even while we sleep, you will find you acting on your best behavior. Turn your back on Mother Nature...Everybody wants to rule the world." ~ Everybody Wants To Rule The World, Tears for Fears

Detached

"Will you please sit still?" Logan growled at me from his balcony.

I sniffed indignantly. "You can't even see me."

"But I can hear the constant movement of my bed springs."

I wanted to sigh, but then I decided I'd done enough sighing to last a lifetime in these past few weeks. Actually, this past month. Logan and I have been married for a month, and I still haven't managed to change him in any way whatsoever. If his father knew of the lack of progress I've been making, he'd surely kill someone I love. Panic bubbled in my chest at the thought of all the things I had yet to accomplish.

Stop, I told myself. Let's get through these problems one step at a time.

I shifted myself on the bed so that I was lying down. The springs and mattress underneath moved with me, and Logan groaned. I rolled my eyes. What the heck did he expect me to do? I've been cooped up in his room for hours. Since the incident in my room occurred, all I've been allowed to do is sit quietly and or sleep. It was fine at first - even relaxing- but once seven hours passed all I want to do was something productive. Heck, I even would've settled for that latch and hook carpet sitting downstairs.

The door to Logan's room opened, and a disgruntled old maid scampered in. I've seen her before, but I hadn't yet made an effort to learn her name. I have been a little preoccupied.

"Madame Julianna has arrived," she breathed out loud.

Logan walked into the room with an arm wrapped around his waist and the other resting on it. His thumb and pointing finger were used as a headrest.

He tilted his head in acknowledgment. "Send her up."

The woman nodded, tucking a stray piece of gray blonde hair behind her ear. She was small and cute, and as she scurried out of the room she reminded me of a mouse.

"You should be kinder to your staff," I mumbled.

He rolled his eyes and dropped his arms. "Will you just...shut up? Every word that comes out of your mouth is the epitome of stupid, and I get anxiety when I hear your voice."

I made a face. "What the hell? Who shoved the Eiffel Tower up your ass?"

He replied calmly, "You did. You did when your stupid father had to try to kill you and I stupidly saved you." Logan placed two fingers on either side of his forehead. "Just, please. Don't. Talk."

The fact that he could say that without an ounce of remorse or emotion is what irritated me the most. He was too good at being angry without being angry.

I scoffed, "I will as soon as you stop being a douchebag."

Logan's face barely showed any emotion, but his eyes did. One thing I've noticed about him is that he's good at putting up a façade. In order to tell what's really going in his head is through his green eyes, and right then, they were blazing. He opened his mouth to retort when a new voice interrupted his next set of ass wipe rants.

"And here I thought the happy couple of our two kingdoms never fought."

The maid and a foreign looking lady - South American, maybe- stood at attention in the doorway. The maid looked rather startled by our argument, but the woman had a knowing smirk etched across her plump red lips.