Everyone loves a bit of personal space, however when you live completely alone, how much personal space do you really need? The entire place is your personal space.
So then why, pray tell, did she decide to make a secret room in her library?
I love this girl, please don't think otherwise. She's the sparkle in my eyes, the glimmering stars in my sky, the moon to my sea. She's everything and more. I truly love her.
But man does her mind work in ways I'll never comprehend...such as a secret door, in your secret library...in your secret house. It's crazy to think about it, but she simply smirks at me and waves it off.
"Sometimes we all need a little privacy"
"Privacy from WHAT Elizabeth" I say while trying not to laugh.
"...from seven of course"
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"He sends his maid to come and clean my house!!! And so I need somewhere to run off to and hide when he does that"
"...so you made..a secret door...in your secret library...in your se-"
"Yes."
I simply blink at her with a confused expression, but her cute little smile and twirl as she runs off to the library has me all smiles again. Man, she could light up a room with that smile. My little princess.
I follow, amiring her large collection of books, that I can almost swear up and down she never touchs. She's a tech girl, primarily doing her job as a hacker, working for the same agency as Seven. I worry for her, truly. It's a dangerous game she's playing, and I don't want to see my princess hurt. I don't know what I would do if that happened.
I'm getting distracted.
There's rows and rows of books, ranging from text books, to coding ones, to fairytales. I run my hands along the spine of the Cinderella novel...it's always been a favorite of mine. Going from a common maiden to a princess, a world only one could dream of living in. I take my hand off, and continue looking around.
Getting to her coding books, I feel my mind melt. It's like they're speaking in several different languages at once, and yet to her it all makes perfect sense. Man, my girl is so smart....
Distracted again.
Seeing a book that looks a bit out of place, I set my hand on it and wiggle it out...but it simply flips down, and the whole shelf swings backwards, nearly coliding into me. I let out a yelp, much to high pitch for my liking, and I hear a fit of giggles start from behind me.
I put my best mock-mad face and turn to her.
"I could have been killed!!! Murdered!! Gone!!"
The laughter only increases, and she hunches over, holding her stomach.
"Gone, reduced to atoms!!! Do you want your poor prince to perish??" I claim dramatically, feeling my own smile creep up onto my face and laughter bubble in my chest.
"Oh hush! You're alright, you didn't die!"
"Oh but I could have"
"Poor baby, need me to kiss it all better??" She holds her arms out, still giggling.
I put on my best hurt face and nod.
"Yes, I do actually"
After a good hug, kisses peppered all over both of our faces, and a tickle fight, I turn to the open door. Pulling her to my side by her waist, I walk into the dimly lit room.
It has a little daybed in a corner, with a couple of squishmellows and pillows in it, a blanket hanging halfway onto the floor. There are books scattered around the area, fairy lights around the tops of the walls, and a little desk with a notebook and a pen. It's seems cozy.
I flop onto her bed, having a stare off with her little bat squishmellow, and gently bap it on the head for challenging me. I hear a gasp and immediately kiss it's boo boo.
Noted, dont mess with her babies.
"Now, I couldn't happen to notice something is missing"
"And what would that be, dear prince?"
"Where's the Shakespeare area?"
"You're looking at it"
And that's when I start to pay attention to the books around the room. There's Julius Ceasar, A Midsummer Night's Dream, Macbeth, Hamlet, and so many others.
And on the bed, right next to me, with a bookmark in its pages, is the one and only.
Romeo and Juliet.
"Oh, so you do like Shakespeare?"
"Of course I do, I'm not uneducated"
"I never said that dearest"
"You were thinking it"
"No I wasn't" I say after a dramatic gasp, and gently flip through the book, mumbling words here and there.
When I notice she's taking interest, I start to read out loud, putting on a show as she lays down in the spot I had left behind, cuddling her plush and enjoying my preformance. Every time she laughed, I laughed. Every time she smiled, I beamed. When she started to close her eyes, I lowered my voice lower and lower until it was a mere whisper. And when she fell asleep, I tucked her in and kissed her forehead, setting the book down on her desk.
Then I lied right beside her, bringing her into my arms, trying my best to cuddle her with her squishy bag between us like a child. I really should ask what it's name is.
As I started to close my eyes, I softly whispered a goodnight.
"Sleep tight my sweet Juliet, may we see eachother in our dreams"
