Your muse bowing down to mine
I walk down the hallway of the new castle. I look at the paintings on the walls, and the gray wallpaper behind the frames as I walk.
CRASH!
My head snaps forward to the hall ahead of me, and I see the metal double doors that leads to the kitchen. I walk faster to the doors, and push them open. Inside I see Cal with a chef hat on, holding a pan and staring horrified at the floor. I realize he is staring at the pancakes on the floor below his pan. He doesn't realize I'm there yet, so I use the opportunity to sneak up behind him.
I slowly walk up behind him. I am close enough to feel the heat radiating off of him, it's just the right kind of heat. Not too hot, not too cold, just right. I smirk and count to three. One… He straightens his back, still staring at the pancakes. Two… His face turns into a frown and his eyes widen. Three, he turns around, but I'm already pushing him.
He barely stumbled, but I slid on the pancake butter. I fall down on my back, and he looks down on me. He is chuckling, but he still holds his hand out like a gentleman should. But I am not a gentlewoman!
I grab his hand, acting like I am going to get up, but then at the last second I pull him down with me! Oomph! He lands on top of me, and then rolls off and onto the buttered floor. He makes a face at the feeling of butter and I laugh. He looks sideways at me, and sticks his tongue out at me. I do the same to him, and then a servant walks in.
"Is everything alright in here my King…" She drifts off when she sees us on the floor covered in pancake butter. "We are fine thank you" I answer for Cal, and she nods to herself before slowly backing out of the kitchen. I look at Cal, and he looks at me, then we burst out laughing.
I get up before him, holding onto the counter for support, before I hold out my hand for him. He looks at it suspiciously, before cautiously taking it and getting up. He turns to get the pan again, and I giggle a little more, seeing his whole back covered in butter. He looks over his back to me, before grabbing the pan and the pancake mix.
I go and sit on the counter beside him, slightly swinging my legs. He glances at me, before grabbing the spatula on the other side of me to try to make pancakes again. His hand skims my thigh when he goes back to the pan, and I smile. I clear my throat, and he looks at me. I blink down at him innocently, and he leans back, saying, "What are you up to, Mare?" I act surprised and I respond back, "What? Me? Up to something? Why would you think that?" He raises an eyebrow at me before saying, "Congratulations, my Queen, for being the best actress ever." While bowing.
His hair gets into his eyes, but he blows it out. He gets back up, before walking over to the other side of the kitchen for an apron. It says "World's Worst Cook" on it. Hey, that's my apron! Why is he wearing my apron?! I glare at him, and he gives me a small smile in return. I roll my eyes, before asking, "Why are you making pancakes anyways?"
He puts the finished pancakes on two plates, and puts them beside me. He leans in, looking into my eyes, as I stare into his amber eyes. He gives me a small kiss, before putting his forehead on mine. He smiles at me again, before turning around and saying, "I made pancakes for myself and my beautiful Queen, why else?" He made pancakes for me? That's so sweet! "Aw! Thank you, Cal! You are so nice!" I tell him, and I hug him from behind, leaning into his back.
He sighs, and then pulls me to the table. He pulls my chair out for me, and then his own. We eat our pancakes and make small talk. It's like we are on a date, even though we're married. He is so sweet, I'm so lucky to have him.I smile to myself, and the evening goes on.