“You know; I probably could list about 2 dozen people who’d appreciate it if you two stopped sleeping together.”
I heard Logan say; and I grumbled, snuggling closer to France. “Go away.” I whined. I could feel France start to stir besides me; and I sighed when he left my bed. “Now you’ve done it.” I grumbled as I opened my eyes, sitting up. It was still dark and I tilted my head. “How in Atlantic’s wrath did you get in here?”
Logan rolled his eyes at me; “When your dad’s the ruler of the country - and you the heir - you could get anywhere in the Capitol if you tried.” He informed me, leaning up against my wall. He turned to France then; “I find it highly inappropriate you two are in the same bed. You aren’t married, and that is my little sister your sleeping with.”
I glared at him, getting up and wrapping my arms around France. “I have nightmares when I sleep alone.” I whispered quietly, hugging him tighter. “Leave France alone.” I added, giving my brother a look. Logan sighed; “I guess I can live with that.” He finally said after a few moments of silence. I smiled, “Good, I’m glad you’re alright with it; not that you had any say.” I told him, Logan opened his mouth to say something, but shut it as suddenly as he appeared.
France looked at Logan, “Logan, mind if we discuss this later. Ches and I planned on discussing what we knew on your father this morning.” The brown haired boy said to my half brother. The red haired boy scoffed, “He’s a dog, end of story.” Logan huffed. I rolled my eyes at Logan; “I’m not sure if anything I know about my father is true. Heck, I’m not sure about my mother now.”