The smell of candle was starting to irk me this midnight as I struggle to write this damned composition I need finished.

Adria's wedding is the next day and I'm only half way through this.

My eyes are heavy, shutting closed every few seconds. So very close to falling into slumber.

And again, I shut my eyes for a second and get startled by the sound of the door opening. I turn to the presence and follow with my eyes while he approaches me with that usual smile of his.

"What are you doing awake at a time like this?" Rowan asks me. Before answering I couldn't help but stare at his topless, muscular self.

"More like what are you doing in my room at a time like this, and topless?" I raise a brow. My ink stained hands take the paper with the composition and flip it over.

"I wanted to see you love."

"You planned to come into my room while I was asleep? Stalking now huh."

"But you aren't asleep."

"What then?" I still have to finish the song! And it bothers me so much that I bet he and I are feeling two different atmospheres.

"Then... Why don't we try something new?"

"What do you mean by new?"

"You know what I mean." He blows out the candle and takes my hand, pulling me up from where I was seated and into his arms.

"H-hey I'm too tired for you to be pulling anything funny." I struggle to escape the clutches of the prince. I could barely make out the expression on his face under such dim light that was left, and my own sleepiness.

"But all you've been doing is sitting there and composing your first song. Why the rush?"

"Because I want to get it done before Adria's wedding."

"Mmm I see. You still have a lot of time for that."

"A lot of time?!" Just how cocky can this stalker prince get?

His hand touched my face, thumb lightly pressing against my lip and he kissed me before I could say anything more. Fervent, his kiss so fervent my mind is going blank and no longer do I want to continue writing.

"Riselle." He speaks my name in a low voice after he breaks from the kiss to breathe.

Is he drunk? His breath doesn't smell like alcohol though. I'm not naive to not know what is going to happen but I stand with weakened legs unable to resist Rowan's touch.

His one hand gripping my wrist and backing me to the bed. All I can feel is his presence and my own heartbeat suffocating me.

"I want all of you." He whispers, then pushes me down onto the bed, the fine strands of his hair tickling my forehead.

"I want you too but..."

"But what?"

"Being so exposed is embarrassing." Though that's a little late to say considering he's seen my ugliest cry.

Without a verbal response he chuckles and again, kisses my lips. His warm calloused hand sneakily getting under my nightgown. It felt weird, exciting, and there was joy because it's Rowan.

His lips kissed my neck and trailed to my collarbone while my hands scrambled, running down his muscular body not knowing what to do.

"No need to be so frantic love, it's just me."

"Right... Calm Riselle, it's just Rowan."

He was careful, gentle, considerate. Not like the wild, sinister eyes that used to pierce my soul. But I've seen his gentle expression plenty of times now, and I love both.

There's only Rowan in my mind and heart at this moment. The man who right now cups my face with his hands, bashful to see my breathless self.

"Is it painful?"

"A little bit- but I'm alright."

"Riselle, it's uhm. A bit late for me to be asking this but are you really alright with doing this? I'm not pressuring you into it?" He asks with a deeply concerned look on his face. If he was going to ask that he should've asked much earlier! Anyways...

"I'm okay with it. Because it's you. And I love you a lot idiot prince."

"Calling me idiot prince at a time like this? How harsh." He pouted, yet I could still feel the joy my words gave him. "You won't be getting any sleep tonight as punishment." This idiot prince grins.

Welp, I'll be working on the composition last minute then.