"Good morning sweety." I murmur silently and snuggle up to my darling. He looks back at me smiling, keeping a small distance in-between us. "What's wrong sweetheart?" I simper and trace his chest with my delicate, spindly fingers.
"Nothing my dove." He sighs and kisses my forehead. It feels restrained as if he only did it, for my sake.
"Are you all right? You seem a bit out of colour this morning." I question as he sits up.
"It's fine." He says, rigidly as he picks up some tousled clothes from the floor. He isn't alright. But I don't want to upset him further, so I just slip my conical purple dress on. It would be nice to wear something different for a change but, unfortunately, I'm out of luck. It's comical, how we, women are treated these days.
When we are dressed, I loop my arm around his, to mark our union as one nation and one person, as we walk out of our bedroom and into a small passageway leading to the throne room.
Two servants scurry away from our freshly polished thrones, allowing us to seat ourselves arm in arm. I satisfy myself, by looking at my spouse, his expression serious and set. Messangers come to tell us details of the war, a continuous flow of them too. It's incredibly boring, yet he takes it all to heart, as he nods to send the strangers away.
The only thing that keeps from the threat of tripping into madness is the idea, that he belongs to me and no one else. It secures my footing on the precarious cliff of sanity.
I'm soon distracted by the sound of two footsteps, bouncing off our walls. One of them authorative and reasonable. The second, is light, almost as if the owner of the feet were skipping. I know exactly who they are.
"Good morning, Sophia Edeilstein." Luise Beilshmidst states, before frowning at her elder sibling who, is currently fiddling with her gun. I turn to Daniel, who stares at Maria, before she rudely sticks her tongue out at him. I avert my gaze and listen to a report Luise has brought for us.
"I see. Forces are growing lower and lower as we speak." Daniel mutters stroking his chin. He's so adorable when he's serious! It takes a while for them to leave, being the report so grave and their company so serious.
"America and Russia are growing at a terrifying rate. I say we take our forces to defend the country." Luise murmurs, shooting Maria a glare before turning to face Daniel again.
"I think we should shoot all those bastards dead!" Maria shouts, holding her gun in a position designed to shoot.
"What if we don't have the men, guns or artillery to do so?" Luise asks, her voice irritable as she shoves Maria's gun away from her face. Maria shuts up after that. I don't like her. She's a ratty, spoilt girl who is continuously favoured by her sister. It would give me great pleasure to attack HER country, but she is strong and healthy, unlike me. I decide to let any comments I had planned, slide.
"As I was saying, I believe we need to abandon the plan. We need to save as many troops as possible, if we are to win." She says before turning on her heel, grabbing Maria by the back of the shirt, murmuring a small, "Have a good day." And walking out of the courtroom.
We both stay rigid over the facts of war. I turn towards Daniel, who seems fixated in Maria's muddy boot prints which she's left all over the floor. This time I don't hold back my distaste.
"Ugh! I tell you, once this war is over we're not in an alliance with that Satan's Spawn!" I spit, disgusted by her behaviour. Daniel just nods, looking at the pattern the boots have left. "And what are you doing looking at a load of muddy foot prints all over the..." I stop mid sentence. Because right there, is a muddy, appallingly wonky heart.