My Dearest Lady Cotton

Puppy Eyes

   "And are you sure you wish for me to spend time with them..?" He asks for the hundredth time, his feet dragging against the olden wood in protest.

   Leaning all her weight onto his muscled back, the lavender woman grunts, thankful that the man was wearing something other then his hard chainmail. "Yes! We've spoken about this before, Louis!"

   "But-- I rather not." The silver haired man complains, his manly face morphing into the complexion of a saddened child as he prevented her from pushing him out the exit.

   "Is spending time with friends that bad?" Groaned the young Wife, heaving all her strength upon his back and near the heavy door. Her Husband digs his heel into the rickety spruce, a small pout decorating his lips. "Well, no, not when you say it like that."

   "Then have some fun!" Cotton exasperated, circling her arms around his broad shoulders, pulling herself upon her toes to reach his height.

   The silver haired Knight scowled, moodily crossing his arms and presenting his Wife with gleaming, shimmering, glassy puppy eyes. "I don't wish to leave you all alone, especially since this is a rare break. Besides," He adds on, "they are all heading to a tavern located near the edge of the city. If I am not mistaken, I believe that part of the block is known for their bountiful amounts of brothels."

   Softening his frown to a gentle grin, his shimmering blue orbs swindled her heart, molding his words to irk her nerves. "Do you really wish for your Charming Husband in Shining Armor to go there?" 

   She stiffens, deeply pondering on his words. Well no, she did not want him to go to a place like that. Her man had a nice complexion. And women or men, she's seen most, would definitely flock towards her Husband. Even if the Knight wasn't completely aware of it.

   However, Cotton wanted Louis to spend more time with his crew outside of work. But what if Ivory just happened to be at one of those places? Or what if they bumped into each other?? What if... What if she takes him away?

   No! Screamed her conscious, snapping her teeth together brazenly. There is no way we'll let him go to a place like that!

   Fingers twitching, brows creasing, the lavender haired woman sighed in defeat. loosening her hold, she plopped herself to the ground, narrowing her sea blue eyes upon his smug demeanor. Such a manipulator!

   With a triumphant look, he twirls around and loops his strong arms around Cotton's waist, laughing proudly as if he had just won the lottery. "See? Now you get to have me all to yourself!"

   "I suppose." She confirms, a ghost of a smile painted over her lips. "But are you really--"

   "Yes, my Honeydew, I am." He answers firmly, leaning down to kiss the tip of her nose affectionately. "I promised, didn't I?"

   "What? That you'll make more letters? Or that you would spend more time with me?" The lass hums pleasantly, nudging his chin with the top of her head. The Knight grins, a small blush decorating his pale cheeks.

   "The letters... Perhaps not today."

   "Oh? Why not?"

   "Because, I'm here now." Louis whispered, pecking her cheek with an overzealous spark in his eyes. "Oh! And I'll be making you dinner this time."

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