Stupid Prince of Hearts. Making you love him. You're not even supposed to love him! He can't love you back! But yet here you are. In love with him. Its not just because of his looks or kisses. His attitude. Sassy and sarcastic. You love it. Probably more than you should.

Well anyways. Its the second day of Caraval. Well, it's nighttime. But oh well. And when youre supposed to be in your room, youre not. Instead youre with Jacks. With your head in his lap. You see, you were running around all day trying to figure out the clues. And may have ran into some men who may have cornered you and done things they definitely shouldn't have. Taken your innocence. And Jacks found you in the corner of the alleyway in the oversized shirt the men allowed you to keep. You were quiet, the usual light in your eyes just gone. Knees pulled to your chest, didn't even look at Jacks. He took you back to his room and let you put on some of his clothes. And now youre here. With your head in his lap, just staring off into space as he watches you carefully.