Pieces of her memory came back to her, all of them centering around Quin. How she had met him, what he was to her. What he'd never be. Everything about Quin came rushing back to her so fast that it made her head throb. She awoke with a start to find herself lying in a bed that her body recognized but her mind did not register. She sensed someone close by and bit back a scream when she saw a sleeping man in a chair beside the bed. 'It's just Quin.' she told herself as she took a deep breath and released it in a long sigh. The young man began to stir, causing Rosaline to freeze. "Morning." he whispered to her, staring at her with a deep and longing gaze. Rosaline swallowed, trying to force the large lump that had formed in her throat down. "Morning." she breathed, trying to remember if she had done anything intimate with this man, but she couldn't recall. "Don't worry. I didn't rape you." he told her, guessing her frantic thoughts. "Oh." she said, slightly embarrassed that it had been so easy to read her.

"So do you remember who I am?" he asked, propping his head up with his hands. Rosaline nodded, slowly taking in his face, his hair, and reluctantly, his bare chest. Quin laughed. "I always sleep without a shirt on." he chuckled, noticing her disturbed expression. "Are you sure we didn't...do anything?" she asked, hoping he would put her fears to rest. "Yes, Rose. I wouldn't take advantage of you while you slept." he sighed patiently. Rosaline smiled, relieved. Then she frowned. "You kissed me." she accused. "I had to. It was necessary to make you remember me." Quin replied, not at all disturbed like she was. "Besides," he yawned as he leaned forward to hug her, "we've got worse things to worry about." Rosaline refused to let it go though. "But why on the lips?" she protested. Quin smiled. "Like I said, it was necessary. A kiss on the forehead or on the cheek wouldn't have made you remember me." he explained, grinning his imp-like smile. "You liked it way too much." Rosaline muttered to herself. "Maybe...So are you saying you didn't?" he asked with a smirk. Rosaline blushed and punched him in the arm. "You said I have a husband. I'm not supposed to enjoy it!" she snapped. "But you did." he pressed, his smirk turning into a grin. "I did not!" Rosaline spat, horrified, and hit him again.

Quin reached over and brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes. Rosaline smiled gently. "Quin, who is my husband?" she asked, feeling terrible for not being able to remember such an important fact. Quin sighed and pulled back, settling himself more comfortably on the chair. "First off, Rose, do you even know what happened to you?" he asked, petting her head softly. "I..." She had to think, but all of her memories were attached to Quin and the wedding. She couldn't remember anything other than those two subjects. Quin frowned. "I'm not surprised you don't know. Rose, you were a doll for four years." he told her quietly. "A...doll?" she repeated, lifting her head to look him in the eyes. Quin nodded. "It's a strong spell that's not easily reversed. Nobles have used it for years to control their sons and daughters when it seemed like they were losing what little control they had." "How does it work?" Rosaline asked so suddenly that it surprised her, but she quickly guessed that was just how her mind worked. Quin shrugged. "I image like most mind control spells this one involves a command word that kind of throws you into a trance, but I don't know for sure if that's how it works. Only the nobles who've used the spell really know how it works." Rosaline frowned. "Do you think I'll go back to being a doll?" she asked quietly. Quin shook his head. "I'm going to protect you, Rose. You'll never go back to being a doll as long as I'm here to protect you." Rosaline smiled. Somehow, even though she had this foreboding sense that Quin's words were empty promises, his words soothed her.

"You must be tired. I'll let you rest." he said, noticing how she struggled to stay awake. "But I just woke up..." she protested. He smiled and kissed her forehead softly. "Lie on your stomach." he told her. Entranced, she obeyed. Quin watched her adjust herself so that she was comfortable, but didn't touch her. He just watched as her eyes suddenly went wide as a familiar feeling washed through her body. Her heavy eyelids closed and instantly, she was asleep. "There, Arthur." he whispered gently. "You don't have to worry so much. Her body remembers, at least." And with that, he let the princess sleep.

Rosaline sighed as she felt familiar fingers brushing her shoulders. Her body relaxed instantly at the touch and her mind immediately acknowledged that the hands massaging her were not Quin's, but someone extremely special: her husband, the man whom she couldn't remember at the moment. "Hush." she heard him tell her gently. "You're still not completely free of the spell yet. I'll be able to set you free once I see you again, so just hold on." "Okay." she whispered softly, and then she was asleep.