Screw this, I'm not even sort of normal

Chapter 3: I Will be Killing Royalty

"What? No you are perfect!" I stated matter of factly.

"No, I got it. It's just like everyone said, you wanted an heir but now you don't care about me," she spat.

"Ugh, that's not true! I love you!" I informed her, but she didn't seem to care.

She stood up from the bed, and the sheets dropped off of her.

Propping myself up on my elbow, I let out a deep chuckle.

"What?" She demanded to know, her hands on her hips.

"Trust me, we have two sons and I know from personal experience that you are perfect in everyway," I winked as I motioned to her.

She looked at me in confusion.

"What are you," she trailed of when she looked at herself.

Without hesitation, her hand snapped out and she grabbed the sheets.

Wrapping them around herself, a blush flew to her cheeks.

I laughed.

"You're such a prude," I informed her.

"Ha.ha.ha," she replied sarcastically.

A cheeky grin spread over my face, and I aimed it directly at her.

"News flash, you didn't get two sons from me being a saint," she smirked.

Climbing into bed again, she kissed my cheek.

"You are so confusing," I muttered, and she mock glared at me.

"I am not!" She gasped.

"Yes you are," I replied with a shrug.

"Am not," she scowled.

"You're also the most stubborn person in the world," I added.

"Am not!" She cried in dismay.

"Are too!" I retaliated.

"Am not!"

"Are too,"

"Am not!"

"You are literally proving my point right now," I pointed out to her.

"No, I'm not. I'm proving my own point," she replied with confidence.

She stuck her tongue out at me.

"Ok, that doesn't even make sense," I informed her even though she already knew.

"Does too!"

"Does not!"

"Does too!"

"Does not!"

"Does too!"

"Does not!"

"Oh for the love of all things holy! Would you two shut up and just get dressed!" Melina screamed from outside our door.

"MELINA!" I screamed back.

"Yeah?" She asked in a normal voice.

"Go. Away," I demanded.

"Ugh, Fine!" She exclaimed, her footsteps retreating down the hall.

"I'm pretty sure your sister is crazier than you," I informed her.

"Ha, you can say that again," she laughed.

"I'm pretty sure your sister is," I began to repeat, and she smushed her hand over my mouth.

She giggled.

"Stop it, it's a figure of speech," she chastised.

"Duh," I chuckled.