I Owe Him So Much

         "You look chipper." Nicklos joked as he entered my room. He proped himself up against the doorway, a smirk upon his face. After talking with Tucks, he sent a maid to escort me to a vacant room. He ordered me to rest as much as I could so I wouldn't rip the stitching open. So I laid out on the bed, staring quietly up at the ceiling. When I made no effort to reply, he pushed himself off the door frame and came walking over to me. I eyed him warily from the corner of my eye, watching him stalk towards me like I was easy pray. 

        I watched his lip twitch slightly in irritation, and in one swift movement he was kneeling on the bed next to me. Wrapping his hands lightly around my wrists, he pinned me down on the bed, disgruntled like he always was when I was in one of my 'moods'. We always played these games. I would be in distress, I would push him away, and then he would do what ever he could to make m