After realising she could get her self killed i ran after her saving her from a pack of wolves and got hurt in the process.
" let me help you she says taking my arm leading me back to the castle.
She sat me on a chair as she asked my mother for boiling water and cloth.
As i applyed the cloth he yelled in pain. " if you didn't move do much it wouldn't hurt" she said. " thank you for saving me" she continued.
" your welcome" i said. " come my dear it's late and the both if you need your rest" mother say follow her out of the door. " before you go what is your name?" I asked " y/n" was all she said.
I smiled as she left and and looked over at the rose could she been the one and fell asleep.
*Dream*
It was a cold winter night i was walking out of the library when i hear a knock on the door.
Outside was an ugly old woman pleading for a warm place to stay the night exchanged for a single rose.
*End of dream*
I woke in a cold sweat and saw y/n with a wash cloth in her hand patting it gently on my face. " I'm I didn't mean ti wake you i heard you screaM and thought you have a fever" she say.
" no thank you, i fine" i said as i lightly grab her arm and her skin light change to the colour of my skin. She look down and said " i know im a monster".
"Your not a monster. If anyone is that me" i said looked over to the rose and thought She will never love me.
" i should ket you sleep. I'll be checking on you wonders in the morning" she test me and leaves.
A few hours past and I could sleep so I carefully go up and went to the library. Once I arrived i found y/n in on the couch asleep with a book in her hand. I cover her with my coat and sat in the arm chair and started to read looking at her every now and then.
The morning sun rises waking y/n up. " good morning did you sleep well" i said.
" what are you doing out if bed? How king have you been here?" she say get up quickly to check my wounds.
"I couldn't help reading a good book" i joked pointing to the pile beside me. " I guess we're more a like then we think" she say. If i may ask who are you parents" i asked. " I don't know i was a orphan at a young age" she say looking down. " I'm adopted my real family where stories person to their children at night" i said
I looked over the book n the stand hand had an idea.
