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depression + writer's block + video games + technical difficulties= I don't get anything done. let me make this clear. I have Asperger's which is a form of autism, depression and autism go hand and hand. I have my highs and lows, lately I've been on a low. but, I think I'm coming up on a high. I'm not suicidal, I'm not volatile, I'm not dangerous or anything thing else like that because I'm used to it. I've only thought about suicide once, but never did anything about it. I was more likely to run away really. when I'm on my low I just really don't feel like doing anything I love and get bored/tired super easily. I can't speak for everyone, but this is how I deal with it... also music helps.

I had a good portion of this chapter done before everything that happened.

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~inudigifan201

Have a great Easter Ya'll!

Ch, 7. My dearest sister Bridgette

Birds chirped as the sun came through the window of the royal couple's chamber. Marinette stretched to life as her husband snored beside her. She smiled wide as she messed up his hair and stood up. She walked over and gazed out the window, breathing in the morning air. Everything just seemed so right this morning.

Chloe had left the night before. Finally, things can get back to normal.

She then walked over to the writing desk that was tucked into a corner and pulled out some paper, a bottle of ink, and a quill. She began to write:

"My dearest sister Bridgette,

You would be proud of me. I stood up for myself again. This time, to Chloe. I sent her home to attend to her own kingdom instead of leaching off of Adrien and his father anymore. Besides, Adrien is my husband and she was draping herself all over him. Is it so wrong to want my husband all to myself?"

"Yeah, she kinda was." Adrien yawned behind her, clearly reading over her shoulder. "I'm sorry My Lady."

She shot him a flirty smirk. "Shouldn't you be sleeping?"

He scratched the back of his head as he yawned again. "Can't go back to sleep even if I tried."

"Oh really," She stood up. "Maybe I can help." She put a hand to his chest and gently pushed him toward the bed.

He seemed confused at first because he wasn't fully awake yet, but when it donned on him as to what she was doing, he smiled like an idiot. "G-Good morning!" Was all he could say.

She pushed him down to the bed and laid down on top of him. Their lips met as her hands found a home in his hair. His hands seemed to have minds of their own as they traveled up and removed her slip from the night before leaving her completely in the nude. She took the opportunity to return the favor and remove his shirt rendering him completely nude as well. Both took a moment took look each other other, study every inch of their bare bodies. They both breathed heavy as they took it all in. Sure, this wasn't the first time they had seen each other naked, but that didn't make it any less special.

He moved first, his hand brushed a lock of her hair out from in front of her eyes. He smiled wide as his eyes were heavy and filled with lust. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

She blushed as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Their noses touched and she kissed his lips. "You are the sweetest man I have ever met." She giggle. "And handsome."

He rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around her waist. He peppered kisses all over her shoulders, neck, and he was feeling bold when he kissed her chest.

A moan escaped her lips as his kisses not only went lower, but became hungrier. It wasn't long before she was on her back and he was on top of her, kissing every inch of her bare skin he could reach.

It was at that moment when a knock at the door started them both.

"Adrien, your father requests your presents." Nathalie spoke through the door.

"Ah... give me an hour." Adrien blushed uncontrollably.

"Now your highness." Nathalie barked. "You of all people should know your father does not like to wait."

"Marinette and I are in the middle of... some very important business." He really didn't want to tell the woman who helped raise him what he and his wife were really doing.

"You two have had a month for such business, finish up quickly and see your father in the throne room." She left.

He sighed in defeat as he looked back at his wife. "I'm sorry My Lady, I guess our honeymoon is over."

She pouted, and then a wicked smile crept onto her face. "She said finish up quickly, but we just started."

He shrugged. "Yeah."

She parted her legs. "How are they to know when we started?"

He made a silent "oh" as he caught on to what she was saying. "Sneaky." he smiled wide.

She pulled him back down to her and their lips met again. "Besides," She spoke between kisses and breaths. "It's our duty to make an heir."

"You're absolutely right." His hand traveled up her side causing her to giggle and moan.

An hour and a half passed, Adrien whistled down the hall and the stairs, waving and smiling at everyone he passed. His clothes were a wrinkly mess because he had to put them on quickly, but he didn't care. He was on cloud nine and no one could bring him down. Not even his father. But, he did not expect what happened next.

"What do you mean war?" Adrien raised an eyebrow in confusion. "I thought we got along with everyone."

Gabriel ran his fingers through his hair in aggravation. "We're not at war, Chloe is. The murder of her father caused a major rift within her people. Whoever hired the assassin obviously wanted to incite a civil war."

"How was I not aware of this?" Adrien became more confused. "I've been running her kingdom for the past week."

"Tensions escalated early this morning as soon as she arrived home. The war is not your fault son." Gabriel stood up from his throne, descended the stairs leading to the gilded chair, and put a hand on Adrien's shoulder. "The people actually liked you, they've hated Chloe for years."

Adrien nodded. "So what do we do?"

Marinette finished her letter to her sister. Although now, she didn't remember why the first half was so angry. She sighed as she signed her name at the bottom. It had been a while since her husband left their chambers to see what his father wanted, but her body sensitive to everything and anything, in a good way. She wore a long night gown so that if anyone walked in on her she wouldn't be completely embarrassed.

Now she understood what her mom and her sister were talking about after Bridgette returned home from her honeymoon. Bridgette said it was awkward the first time, but every time after that was pure heaven. Luckily for Marinette, she didn't remember her first time, so this... this was absolute heaven. She just wished her husband could have stayed with her longer.

The door opened and Adrien stepped in looking like someone died.

"Adrien?" she stood up and ran to him. "What's the matter?"

He held her hands, gazed into a eyes a moment and then kissed her lips. "I have to take over Chloe's kingdom. There's a civil war."

She became confused and annoyed at the same time. "What?"

"Someone was obviously hired to kill Andre to put Chloe in power, but her people hate her." He began to explain.

"I can see why." She rolled her eyes and spoke under her breath.

"So father says I have to take over." He continued.

"But what do you want to do?" She crossed her arms.

"I want to help, but I don't want to rule her kingdom. Chloe is the rightful ruler, not me." He hugged her. "I don't know what to do."

She hugged him back. "I'll be by your side no matter what."

He smiled and rubbed her back. He felt so at ease around her. Like he could be himself. He hadn't felt like that since his mother passed away. He was allowed to be himself on the hunting trips, but he never truly felt like he could. With Marinette, it was different. Nino and Nathaniel had known him his whole life and understood... but, Marinette... they had just met a month before. He couldn't quite understand why, but he wasn't going to complain. Marinette made him truly smile again. He also liked how she spoke her mind and voiced her opinions and wasn't afraid to do so. She'd make a great queen if anything happened to him, which he hoped wouldn't.

He held her tighter and didn't want to let go. But, something had to be done about Chloe's subjects and the revolt that was in it's infancy.

His black leather pants caught his eye. Did he really leave them on the floor? If Nathalie found out she would kill him. He pouted, but then an idea struck him.