He didn't know what he did wrong, but he knew he did something wrong. That much was obvious from the Ann had acted, cold and detached, even though Roman thought he was becoming friends with Ann even though they had only known each other for a few hours, and had only been in the kingdom for a day, but in that short time he had fallen in love with how mysteriously beautiful it was here.

He knew he couldn't stay here for long even though he wanted to, he wanted to stay here more than he had ever wanted anything in his entire life, but he knew he would have to go back. His time would come and he would be bound to his kingdom as it's king, and when his time came he would feel the pull towards his soulmate, the one person who had the ability to rule beside him and make him a better person.

He didn't know what either of those things felt like, he had never thought to ask his father because he was too preoccupied with his own life of adventuring and flirting with anyone who would stand still long enough for him to come up with a terrible pickup line. 

He needed to walk, maybe if his body was moving then his brain would get the memo and start moving too, producing a solution to his problems, so he pushed himself out of bed and walked out the door. He had no idea where he was going or if he would even be able to get back to his room, but he didn't care.

After walking for a few minutes he ended up facing a door that had the most gorgeous carvings of lions and flowers that he had ever seen in his entire life. He had to open the door, he knew he shouldn't, but every molecule in his body screamed for to open the door and see what was behind it, and so he did.

The room was dusty as if it hadn't been used in years and the walls were lined with shelves that were packed full of books. There were so many books that it seemed like you would never be able to truly read them all even if you had 10 lifetimes to try and do it.  Roman walked to one of the shelves and noticed that it wasn't full of just any old books like he thought but instead they were filled with journals. They were all inscribed with someone's name and the volume number. Roman grabbed the nearest one which said, "Jay, 32" and began to read.

"I am scared. I am to be a father. I wonder what type of father I will be, I hope I am nothing like my father. He hated me. Mother always said he was afraid of how I would act when he died, so he kept me a distance to protect me and the kingdom. Sometimes I think she was lying. I want to know my kid, I want to their name and their favorite things. I want to be a good father. I want to protect them. I already love the child so much I fear I would lose myself if something ever happened to them. Alana has already picked out some of her favorite names for the child, if they're a girl they'll be called Annabell, and if they're a boy-"

"What are you doing in here?" a voice asked, pulling Roman from his reading.