My Dearest Lady Cotton

The Untimely Hour of Questioning

  If there was one thing Cotton loved about her man, it would be his sweet, funny, or chivalrous nature. And the day she fell for his idiocies, she swore to love and cherish him like no other; to deal with his shenanigans like it was only a spilled cup of water.

   Yet here she was, wishing she hadn't said those magic words upon that faithful wedding day.

   Her husband had returned late from his aquatic mission. For three months the silver haired man had trouble grasping a good hour of sleep during that job. And oh Stars, he has the audacity to still be somewhat fully awake in this ungraceful hour of midnight. 

   What did she do wrong to deserve such a man?

   "Cotton. Cotton!" His deep husky voice called to her again. The lavender haired woman groaned upon his probing. Usually she would have found his voice to be alluring and just so calming. But right now, he was a pain in her ass. She just wanted some good shut eye! How hard was that to achieve? He was acting like a little vexatious boy in constant need of her validation!

   Deeply breathing in to calm her ire nerves, Cotton shuffled away from the irritating lump beside her. She had so many unanswered questions about the silver haired Knight she married; and so many insults too. Just what in the name of Icetonia kept this man awake at night? Was it his overworked brain, stimulating a quick plan for an easy way to fall unconscious? Or was he really this quack when the moon was high? Why can't he just count sheep in his head! She inwardly complains, blinking her blue orbs awake.

   "Cotton!" Louis whispered into her miffed ears once more. Releasing a disgruntled steam of air from her nose, the lilac haired woman rolled to her side, facing the wide sleepless eyes of her once handsome Husband in Shining Armor.

   "What?"

   "When you first met me in the woods, was I handsome or charming?"

   Oh for stars sake, it was this question again. This ridiculous query of his was constantly repeated at least twice a month. Why? Well that's exactly what she wanted to ask. Too bad the tall Knight could barely recall these moments.

  Cotton grumbled, vexed over the pale white shine of the moon, painting over her eyes and messy lavender hair. "Both Louis. Please sleep."

   However, that simple answer was not enough to satisfy the grown man. His usual soft and narrowed aqua hues were round with childish inquisitiveness. "No no." He said firmly, rubbing his sleepless gaze whilst mumbling sharply to his peeved Wife. "Was I handsome, or Charming? You can only choose--"

   "Neither. Go to sleep." She breathes, squeezing her eyes shut.

   Honestly, if only her Husband could just remember all this when the sun shines, then, she would at least understand how or why he talks himself to sleep in this untimely hour.

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