A/N: Touko is a Princess in a royal and wonderful kingdom but, who is this strange person that visits her almost every night? Of course all my Reshi's know, right? You did look at the description so please enjoy this story and review! Love you all!

Fingers pressed against her cheek, she felt the burning sensation disappear instantly. The male bowed before her, a small smile on his lips. Instantly he left her room, leaving the female to her thoughts. She sighed. Why did life seem so . . . displeasing? Yes, displeasing it was. Of all the princes from the lands around her mother's kingdom, none were to her liking. They were all snooty men, several being too smart, some being brats, others just plain weird. A couple of men were way older, too. Pressing a single hand to her chest, the female felt her heart. Slow, graceful—like a dance under the full moon.

"My princess, let me change your clothes for the night," a maid murmured, bowing. Yes, a princess. How could she even forget? The life of a princess could be displeasing. Lifting her arms, she let her servant do what was common. Dark blue eyes shining in the candlelight, she watched the blonde button up her shirt. She backed away, bowing.

"Have a good night, my princess."

"Thank you, Bianca."

The door closed and the brunette locked it. What a pity. Neither the servants nor her mother had a key to her room. How could they remember? Besides, she was the one who stole the only key to her room. They wouldn't remember. It was so many moons ago.

The princess sighed, turning around to walk toward the window. The garden outside was breathtaking. There was a maze with beautiful hedges, cut perfectly. In the center stood a magnificent water fountain with rose bushes all around it. Flowers of all sorts surrounded the castle grounds, and beautiful cherry blossoms lined the edge of the land where it met with the village. One day, all of it would be hers. But one thing stood from it: a man. Her mother even said so. For her daughter to rule, she must find someone to love and rule the entire land with. The brunette let her eyes droop. Who would actually love her? No one actually contested their feelings to her—no one. Why be forced into a relationship where she'd be displeased until death? Having a child with someone you didn't love would be so un-perfect. Disgusting.

Oddly, her hair felt like it was being brushed in the wind. Turning her head, she caught sight of a figure. A squeak came from her mouth; she pressed herself against the ground in fear. Where did this person come from? How did the person come in here?

The person stood where she saw him. A white mask covered the face, his long tea-green hair captured in a loose ponytail. Eyes widening, she looked at his body. It was covered with a long, black coat. Who was this person? She looked at her bed. Under it was a knife. She kept one for safety, obviously! Before she could move, the person bowed, a red rose in one hand. Lifting it in front of his face, the person smiled.

"W-Who are you?" she stuttered. Damn. She wanted to sound calm and relaxed. She didn't want fear to show.

"..."

"You don't talk?" the brunette questioned again. Grabbing the flower, she smelled it, breathing in its fresh scent. With her blue eyes keeping watch of the stranger, she slowly stood up. The princess tried to act nice, hoping the person wouldn't make a move. Sitting on the queen-size bed, she folded her hands together. The person stood back up before sitting cross-legged in front of the princess. She frowned.

"Why are you here in my room? If somebody finds you in here, you will never see the sun again," she murmured. The person flinched slightly, but nodded. The candles flickered, making the shadows on the mask change. The princess caught no sight of the person's eyes, just darkness. The person heard her relaxed sigh and moved slightly closer.

"Why, you're quite brave, aren't you? Coming in unnoticed, daring to be in the same room as the princess, taking the chance to be here." She leaned forward. "Why won't you speak?"

The person pressed a single white-gloved hand to his face, placing a single finger against his lips. She crossed her arms, highly annoyed now. The person wasn't going to attack, but be friendly to her. What kind of game was this?

"Well, since you won't talk, I'll ask a few easy questions. Are you a male?"

He nodded, hands back to his lap. She stiffened. This person was a male after all. Perhaps a prince? No. It couldn't be any of them. It had to be someone who lived inside the castle walls. Maybe one of the butlers? Or a guard himself? The hair did seem strikingly familiar; she just couldn't put a finger around it. So many people lived in the castle: guards, butlers, maids—too many people. Her thoughts were broken as the male grabbed her hand. He lifted his mask, showing his lips. With a gentle kiss to her hand, he pulled away.

"Whatever game you're playing, it's not working with me," she hissed, holding her hand against her chest. The brunette couldn't even see the smirk under the mask, but for some reason she knew it was there. Her hand tingled. It pissed her off so much.

"Do you know me?"

"..."

"How did you get in here?"

"..."

"You're deaf, aren't you?"

"..."

"Can you at least whisper your name?"

"..."

She rolled her eyes and lay on her bed, a knee raised in the air. Maybe this man was perverted enough to peek under her nightgown. If he did, punishment would be highly amusing to see. Eyes drifting down to the side, she noticed his head was bowed down. Staring at the floor? Such rudeness; he shouldn't drift his eyes—wait. Why did she want him to see? She didn't want that!

"Why won't you look at me directly? It's rude not to give attention to the princess," she whispered. He looked up at her, white mask pure. She stared back at him, looking at the unique designs it had. Lined on the edge were glittered gold and black swirls all around. She closed her eyes, yawning.

Standing up, he stretched over her to grab the blanket. She stiffened, letting her leg fall back to the bed as he covered her body. Blowing out the candles, only the moon filtered inside the room. She stared up at the male, seeing the pale smile on his lips.

Letting a hand cover where his eyes were, he looked back at her.

"You want me to . . . to cover my eyes?" she questioned. He nodded in agreement, a finger against his lips. She closed her eyes tightly, listening to his movement. The room became silent again. She peeked through one eye and quickly sat up. The man was . . . gone. How did he escape her room? The door was locked, windows tightly shut. Weird. What did this man come into her room for? Just to touch her royal hand? What nonsense . . .

"Bianca, did anything happen last night?" the princess questioned. The blonde buttoned up the dress, brushing the wrinkles off. Smiling at a job well done, she quickly stood up.

"No, the castle was quiet, as usual. Was something not to your liking, my dear Touko?" Bianca questioned. The brunette blushed, turning a dusty shade of pink, but nodded her head, looking at the rose. It lay on her dresser, next to her bed. It was a dark red, full with petals. It was beautiful. She let her arms drop, looking at herself in the mirror. Blue eyes reflected back at her, hair in a bushy ponytail; she could only smile. Maybe it was a one-time thing the man did; life would be back to normal. Yes. She needed to find someone to love, forget that male, and rule when the time was right.