Madeline woke up with a heavy feeling on her chest, her stomach, and between her legs. 

After their escapade on a Friday night, Madeline would usually sleep until noon. She enjoys her weekend by doing nothing. But the warmth that seemed to be drowning her was somewhat intolerable. She needed to move so she could get some air. When she moved her arms, there was no doubt in her mind that she was touching a human body—a man with toned arms and possibly a muscular body, given what she felt in her upper and abdomen area. She slowly opened her eyes, fearing what she might see could disappoint her. The first thing she saw was blonde hair.

Did I have a one-night stand with a foreigner this time?

But they were both still dressed, so that might not be the case. Maybe the man was only kind enough to guide her, and he was too drunk to move that the stranger ended up sleeping on top of her.

Not that she minded, except he was heavy, and the lack of air reminded her why she woke up in the first place.

The man stirred. And when he groggily moved and opened his eyes, he was also trying to lift himself away from her as if her discomfort made him realize he needed to wake up.

When he saw her, she was mesmerized by the color of his eyes. It was blue and hypnotic, like a gem found in broad daylight.

He seemed to be studying her face, too. But then he jolted and suddenly jumped out of her bed, leaving Madeline conscious.

Do I smell that bad?

She remembered hanging out with her friends at the bar. The smoke and sweat probably stick to her now.

"You're awake!" he said while still looking at her. "Good. I have a job for you."

Job? Is he a recruiter?

Madeline tries to sit on her bed while the beautiful stranger looks for something. He found it on the floor near her bed. It was a book with a brown cover.

"Here. Finish writing my story."

"W-what?" she asked while looking at the book he held towards her.

The stranger looked beautiful and weirdly dressed. He wore something like fit jeans and a polo shirt with some ruffles.

Did we go to a costume party last night? I don't think so.

"Come on! Write something now!"

Madeline could not help but feel sleepy yet irritated.

If not for his urgent tone, she would think they could still make out that morning before she sent him packing. She still cannot remember how she met him. But given that they went home together, he was probably someone her friends knew and trusted. 

"I need some coffee," she said while sliding herself out of the bed.

"What for?" the stranger asked while giving her some space.

"To wake myself up and to recall how we met. What's your name?"

"You don't even remember my name?" he asked as if she slapped him.

She went straight to her tiny kitchen. But since it leads to her living room and main door, Madeline could not help but look at the locks of her door.

She remembers how she went home last night.

She was with her friends until midnight. Her friends do not hang out until late at night unless one of them serves as their responsible driver who will secure them in their houses. And last night, Ran was assigned to that task. She was so sleepy and drunk that she felt like she would not reach the top of the stairs. Then she went inside her apartment and locked her door before she collapsed on her bed without changing anything she wore.

Madeline slowly looked at the handsome man behind her. He was also looking at her body, from her ass to her face.

He's a pervert!

She steps back twice. And the stranger noticed it.

"Why do you seem scared?" he asked as if her reaction was odd.

"How did you get in here?" she asked while trying to recall where she put her knives.

"I teleported."

Huh? 

Madeline was shocked for a second. Of all the people she would wish to encounter, someone crazy was not on her list.

"Listen. You need to go."

"What? So, you're really abandoning me?" he asked as if they were in a long-term relationship.

"Just please go."

He was silent for a while as he stared at her.

"Is this how you wished to live your life? End up drunk, hanging out with strangers, laughing so hard, yet you're not happy?"

Madeline felt like someone threw a bucket of ice water on her.

Forget coffee. Madeline was wide awake and insulted enough to slap a total stranger.

"You have no right to tell me how I'll live my life," she said.

"I know. But I care for you, even if you no longer remember me."

She knotted her forehead with his response. He speaks as if they have known each other for a long time. He seemed familiar, yet she could not recall if she met him once. If she did, she would probably remember him. She might even ask for his number if it happened recently.

But Madeline knew someone that beautiful and tall would be hard to forget. Yet she did.

"Okay, mister. Can you tell me how we met? I don't remember meeting you last night. So better tell me the whole truth."

He smiled as if relieved to hear her ask him that question.

"I think it's best if I should just show you."

Madeline was again shocked by his answer and sudden movements. He walked towards her, opened his palm, and a light appeared out of nowhere. It was like a symbol from a library. Then the book he held floats as if something invisible was holding it. The stranger grabbed her hand before a blinding light enveloped them, and she found them dropping on a soft bed.

When Madeline opened her eyes, they were back in the same position in a bed. But this time, it was bigger. It was inside a room with a higher ceiling.

W-what was that? Where am I?

She looked around while the stranger lifted himself again to look at her face. He was smiling as if he had accomplished something.

He seemed proud of whatever he did to her.

"Welcome to our kingdom," he said while she was still lying under him. "As for my name, I am Valentin Alessandro Briar-Bramwell. Third prince from the Kingdom of Adeloria."

Madeline was about to scream at him. But everything he said seemed to ring a bell.

Prince Valentin. Born on February 14. He looked like a cherub when he was a child. No, wait! Why am I remembering that old idea?

But as she looked at the prince, Madeline could not help but be convinced she was now in a kingdom. 

It was where royal blood prepared to meet and find their ideal mate. Everyone seemed beautiful and perfect as if they all came from a fairy tale.

"Take me back to my house, now!" she demanded as she glared at him.

But the prince only stood at the side of his bed and looked at her as if mocking her.

"I would love to, however..." he said before he showed her his chest.

The bright symbol she saw earlier was on his chest.

"You can no longer go back unless you finish writing my story. You also have the same mark now on your chest. It will not fade and disappear. Not until you have done your task."

Madeline sat and unbuttoned the upper part of her top, revealing her bra and her chest.

The prince was stunned as he saw what she did.

Madeline was too enraged to notice how the prince blushed because of her actions. He stares at her chest and touches the symbol that seems like a tattoo with written text. It says The Library of Unwritten Books.

WHAT THE F***?