The Art of the Corset

Chapter Six- How Time Speeds

Days turned into weeks as Eve found she became a practical resident to Marth's home. In all the time she lingered with him, she was cast with thoughts on how to bed him. But for some reason she did not want only that. She wanted to wake up beside him and have breakfast or even go hunting with him as she believed that would impress him that she would want that. Instead, as the third month of her residency arrived, he left early and returned late from his job to find her pouting by the fire. He made a joke of her expression before she ignored him.

"Why are you so grumpy? Have you eaten?"

"No. I am not hungry for anything." She said with spiked levels of immaturity.

"Not even..." He pulled out a large cake from a washcloth and set it on the counter. "This?"

She turned and moved toward the cake, taking a piece, and shoved it into his face. He stood motionless for a moment-unsure exactly what to do. He tore the cake from his face and placed some on his fingers before tasting it.

"Why would you go and waste a perfectly good piece of cake?" He asked teasing her. She sat back by the fire before crossing her legs before her and bringing her knees to her chin, pulling her nightgown over her legs so she remained covered.

"Just leave me be."

"Why are you angry with me?"

She remained quite before he continued to ask-eventually annoying her so greatly she responded.

"You have the same routine each day. You wake, leave, return late, then sleep. As I spend the entire day cleaning or cooking-or trying to and learning sewing and recipes by reading but I am bored. I feel as if I have been comatose this entire living situation. I think I should just leave...."

"No." He said quickly. "I do not wish for you to leave. I wish for you to stay as I admire you. No woman would have ever thrown cake in my face. I quite enjoy how your surprise me. But I do understand you are left here and I am sincerely apologetic, that is why I was planning on a trip tomorrow. But your immature attitude spoiled it before I could continue..."

"Where to?"

"France. It is a two ride journey and we will reside for some time. Unless you wish for me to take you elsewhere."

"No. It always sounds beautiful. I would love to go...if you would allow me to..."

"Of course! I would be depressed if you rejected my offer."

And so it was set, they were to leave to the city of love by morrow....