"The abs are far and it's gluteus to the maximus here tonight at the Far, Far Away royal ball blowout! The coaches are lined up as the dream of the crop pours out of them like Mrs. Muffet's curds and sweets!"
Anya was up in a high tower of the castle, looking down at the commotion.
Artie was gone the whole day and everyone was busy preparing for the ball.
She, on the other hand, was anything but prepared.
Ever since Artie had come back, he was too different.
There wasn't any sign of the Artie she married.
He always looked at her like she was something to eat.
She was missing Artie more and more which was ridiculous because he was right here.
But the past days, Artie just wasn't...Artie.
She didn't want to be with him.
She'd find any excuse to be away from him.
She didn't even slept with him, in both senses.
She felt weird and rejected him when he was near her.
She avoided him and that made her feel sick.
This was her husband, her lover, her best friend.
But lately, he wasn't any of those things.
She missed him and wondered when her Artie will come back.