Rose slept surprisingly well, despite what the Crown Prince told her last night. She woke up entangled in his arms, and for the first time, she thought that maybe it wasn't a bad thing. She knew she couldn't do anything about his past, but perhaps in some weird way, the future could be better. She didn't think for them but at least for him.
"Good morning, Your Majesty," Rose said.
There was no point in not saying it. There was a high chance the Crown Prince was already awake, and she didn't want him to accuse her of pretending to be asleep again. And maybe, in some way without being fully aware of it, she wanted to be nicer to him. It was hard not to take pity on his plight.
"Good morning, Rose," he replied as he ran a hand through his hair. His voice sounded dry.
