Rose sat on the chair next to the four-poster bed while the Crown Prince lay on the bed with his arms behind his head. She was dressed in silk night robes so light she could barely feel them, while the Crown Prince wore his usual robes. The covers were pulled up to his waist, and one of his legs was bent at the knee.
Rose felt a little self-conscious under his gaze. She did her best not to think too much about it as she prepared to play. Besides, she had played in front of him before; it shouldn't feel too strange.
It did still feel different, as she was playing at his request, not because he had chanced upon her playing and invited himself. It was hard to know what went through the Crown Prince's head, especially to make such a request.
Rose straightened her back and kept her knees close together as she lifted the flute to play. She briefly met his eyes as she brought it to her lips but immediately closed her own. Rose knew she would not be able to play if she could see him.
