Mr. Good Looks was carrying sleeping Rose in his hands as he carefully placed her on her bed.
After he placed her on the bed, he sat on the bed positioning himself beside her, and watched her beautiful face as she was sleeping. 'She looks peaceful right now' he thought to himself.
He sat there for another minute before deciding to leave her. When he stood up, he suddenly felt something tug at his shirt. He turned around to see what was holding his shirt and to his surprise, Rose was wide awake.
"Did I wake you up?" he said softly almost a whisper as he took his seat back on the bed.
"I never slept"
"Then, why did you fake sleeping?"
"I didn't feel like walking and I wanted you to carry me"
"I see."
"Can I ask you for a favor?"
"Sure"
"Come closer"
Upon hearing those words, he looked into her eyes which were pleading him to say yes.
Before he could respond to her, she held him by his collar and dragged him close to her. Her eyes, looking into his, searching for something. He couldn't pull back from her. Her ocean-blue eyes were like an addictive drug he could never get enough of. She kept on drawing him closer and closer until they could feel each other's warm breath on their face.
"Promise me you'll come back for me," she said with her eyes still roaming his.
"Huh?"
"Promise me you'll visit me every day"
"And if I don't?"
"I'll scream for the guards," she said in such a serious tone, he knew she wasn't playing. She continued saying "In three...two..."
"Ok, I promise"
"Pinkie promise me" she offered her pinkie.
"You're not a kid Rose"
"Pinkie promise me now!"
"Ok, I pinkie promise you," he said while intertwining their pinkies together.
"Now, cross your heart"
"I cross my heart"
"And throw it away"
"Throw it away?"
"That's how I say it"
"Ok, ok, I cross my heart and I throw it away"
They still stayed in that position looking at each other deeply with the silence they basked in suppressing their urge to talk.
Two minutes later, he finally broke the silence saying "Can you let go of me now?"
"No"
"Why"
"I want to tell you something before you leave and I'd like you to come closer"
"More?"
"Yup"
This time, she didn't have to pull him closer to her at all. He did it all by himself this time. He came so close their noses were touching.
"Is this close enough?" he asked.
"Yes"
"So what is it you want to tell me?"
"...I-I like you"
"Huh?!"
"I like you. You know like, like like you. Like, like like like like you?"
"It's probably the alcohol talking Rose"
"No, it's not! And I'm not drunk! I like you"
"And how do you know for sure I'm not a killer in disguise?"
"My gut"
"Gut instinct huh?"
"Yup"
"But, you don't even know my name."
"I do! It's Mr. Good Looks."
"We can go with that for now"
"Can I ask for one last thing?"
"Yeah"
"Can I kiss you?"
He was caught off guard by her question. She felt his body stiffen under her hold but he returned to normal after a few seconds.
He didn't know what to answer. He thought that if he said yes, she would get the wrong idea and if he said no, she'd still get the wrong idea. He was stuck between the great blue sea and the devil.
But, when he noticed sleep dancing in her eyes, he knew he was safe.
"I'm taking your silence as a yes," she said as she started to pull him closer to her slowly. Inch by inch, pull by pull.
And when their lips were so close to touching, she took the lead by closing her eyes then, he did the same. She parted her lips open to welcome him. Just as their lips were about to hit, he heard the sound of someone snoring.
He opened his eyes slowly and saw Rose fast asleep, snoring as she succumbed to the call of the goddess of sleep.
He removed her hands from his collar and placed them beside her.
Then, he stood from the bed and stared at her face for a satisfying amount of time. He turned around to leave and turned to look at her again and said "Who knew a princess could snore"