Rose woke up with arms around her. Her eyes flew open almost instantly; from the light streaming through the window, she could tell it was only dawn and at least she had not overslept this time.
"Good morning, Rose."
Rose lifted her head from his chest, meeting his eyes. His hair was disheveled, but his face was relaxed, and by the looks of things he had been awake for a while.
If you are awake, leave, she thought to herself.
"Good morning, Your Majesty," she returned and tried to get away from him.
He reluctantly let her go, asking, "Where are you going?"
Rose sat upright and faced him. His tone was too nonchalant, not a single worry behind those eyes. This was not normal. She didn't even want to think about what happened last night, but the fact that he was still here only intensified her horror.
"The maids are going to be here soon, Your Majesty," Rose explained.
