"My Lady, the Commodore requests your presence in his office." A maid said while I played the piano. I had been playing a sad and mournful tune I usually played when I was angry.
"I'm being requested?" I asked her, my eyebrow rising.
Only my parents had requested me, not a man.
"Yes, my lady." The maid bowed and abruptly turned away on one heel, practically running from me.
I reluctantly stood from the piano and closed its lid. I slowly made my way down hallways, glancing at a large clock that was to my left. It was exactly six, the time he said he would be home. My eyebrows furrowed in wonder. What did he want with me? Why couldn't he just come kiss me hello and tell me about his day? I felt as if his colors were being to show…his true colors. I shook my head as I stood outside the door. I breathed in and out, trying to keep myself from displaying fury on my face.
I gently turned the knob, and found myself inside a large study. Books upon books lay within it and he even sat, shadowed by books. He looked up from his papers and saw my look of amazement. As soon as I was amazed, I was quick to remember he had left me to go to work…on our honeymoon…and requested me.
He stood from his desk and advanced towards my tense body. He wrapped me in his arms, almost making me melt. He kissed my lips with happiness, not apprehending my stiff attitude. He motioned to a chair for me. I tried to keep from rolling my eyes. Why wasn't he saying anything? He was so quiet, it annoyed me.
He sat back down at his desk and dive yet again into his papers. Minutes ticked away as he scribbled away on his papers, his eyes focused on his tasks. He shuffled papers, dipped his quill, bent his head, pulled off his jacket, put his head in his hands, and so many others things that I was so entertained at just watching him.
Finally I sighed and looked up in boredom. He glanced up from his work to look at me. He noticed my placid behavior and almost immediately wanted to know what was wrong.
"Is there something the matter dear?" He asked, putting his quill down and placing his hand atop his papers.
I returned his steady gaze. "Why did you want to see me?"
He quickly smiled, and then hid it. "I just wanted to enjoy your company."
My heart melted. He wanted to be with me. He wanted to enjoy my company. I smiled and clasped my hand to my heart.
"Is there something wrong with you chest?" He asked, wondering why I was holding onto my heaving chest.
"Yes…actually." I couldn't contain myself. I ran over to him and threw my arms about him, kissing his cheeks. He compassionately grabbed onto my waist, pulling me into his lap. I breathed in some air before answering. "You melted my heart…" I hoped that hew ould never do it again, but somewhere in my mind I knew he would...
