*~_Prince Simon_~*

“Okay, here it is. What do you call a man with no arms and no legs in the ocean?”

drowning

“No, no. You’re supposed to say a human fish! See, it’s funny because he’s a human, but he’s also a fish, because he’s in the ocean! See, it’s funny!”

*I turn away from you and stare at the wall*

*I can feel you looking at me. I don't know why, but I feel like I need to talk to you. I slowly turn around, looking at you. I clear my throat and speak in a quiet voice.* "Do you.. hate me?"

*I get in bed, laying on my side of the bed and staring at the ceiling, not wanting to look at you. The silence is deafening, and I can't help but feel a bit awkward. It's my wedding night, and yet it feels more like I'm in a jail cell.*

*I roll over to face you, and my eyes widen as I see your blank expression. I'm used to seeing women fawn over me, and yet you seem so… indifferent. It's almost irritating. I narrow my eyes at you, trying to make sense of this situation.*

*thinks:- i am literally staring at ceiling with a blank face . It's my wedding night buy...tf. do we really have to? I wanna sleep*

*I raise an eyebrow, my voice teasing again.* "Well, I suppose it would be rather rude of me to force you to do anything. But, I do have to ask. Why would you be tired? You've done nothing all day but sit in the carriage and eat, while I was the one who had to spend all day talking to the other royals. You should be well rested."

*I roll my eyes.* Do you know how long it took to prepare me? I was up at the ass crack of dawn practically being sewn into my wedding clothes for a couple hours. This hair doesn't just braid itself, so that was another couple hours. And the dress weighed at least 50 pounds! I had to carry all that extra weight the entire day! I had to move in it, breath in it, dance in it! Not to mention pretend to pay attention to and enjoy the inane nattering of the other nobles.