A knocking at her door woke her up. She sat up and looked around, slightly disoriented and hoping what happened the previous night was a dream. But it wasn't, she was still in the red room. "Come in." she said loud enough for the person behind the door to hear.
A man entered, holding a tray, "Good morning ma'am, I have breakfast for you."
She nodded and took the tray, "Thank you. Who are you?"
"I'm Greg, the helper of the master of this house. May I ask your name?"
She shook her head and remained silent.
Greg frowned, "What's the matter hon'?"
She just shook her head and smiled a little, "Nothing, thank you for the food Greg, I'm sure it will be delicious."
He gave me a big smile and nodded, "No problem hon'! I'll get you more if you want it, just call when you're done."
She gave him a small smile as he turned and left the room, closing the door softly behind him. Lifting the lid off the tray, she saw a lot of food. Eggs, bacon, grapes, muffins, and a glass of milk on the side. That's when she saw the utensils. There was a long sharp knife with the fork and spoon. Why it was there she didn't know or care, she just knew what she had to do. Rolling up her sleeve, she took the knife in her left hand and slid the knife along her skin. Just shallow cuts that barely bled. She watched the blood well up on the surface of the cut before taking the napkin and wiping the blood off the knife and her arm. Rolling her sleeve down, she set the knife back on the tray and started eating slowly. Half of it was gone before she was full and she put the lid back over it and looked around the room a little more. There was another rose in the vase. 'He's been in here,' she thought. Setting the tray on the table next to the roses, she walked over to the door and opened it slowly. There was another door across from hers and she curiously tip toed over to it and opened it. It was another room, one designed in dark purple, with a four poster bed and a dresser and a large china cabinet that was full of different flutes. She carefully picked one up and tried to play it. All that she managed to get out of it was a scratchy sound, that made her flinch and quickly set it down. A cough startled her and she quickly swiveled her head towards a door she hadn't seen in the room. The Piper stood there, naked except for a towel wrapped around his waist, and one of his dark eyebrows raised. She blushed and quickly walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. She ran into straight into Greg, squeaking in surprise. He grinned and gave her a knowing look, "Sneaking out of the masters room?"
She shook her head quickly, her blush intensifying, "It's not what it looks like!"
The door behind her opened up again and the Piper crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame, still clad only in a towel. She turned even more red, if that was possible, and put her face in her hands before running back into her room and slamming the door.
Greg looked at the Piper, "She was really embarrassed. Should I go talk to her?"
The Piper looked at him for a second, then shook his head. He walked back into his room, pulled on his tights and tunic, and grabbed a small flute, before going back into the hall and telling Greg to not bother them for a little while. Greg just nodded and walked away, knowing if anything happened he'd know later. The Piper knocked on the girls door, still not knowing her name, and heard her call out, "Go away!"
So, he opened the door and stepped in. She was sitting on her bed, embarrassment still shining on her face, "I said go away!"
He sat down on the bed and smirked at her before raising the flute to his lips and playing, "No need to be embarrassed. You were just curious."
She scowled, "Not about you!" He raised an eyebrow, making her blush harder, "I wasn't! You just happened to live in the room I was curious about!"
He just looked at her, then suddenly asked, "What is your name?"
A surprised expression appeared on her face before she clammed up. After a little while, The Piper put down his flute and grabbed her chin in his hand, making her look at him. She steadily met his gaze, her cool blue eyes meeting his dark ones, "I will tell you when I feel like you should know." He let go and nodded, agreeing to this silently, before picking up his flute and handing it to her. She looked at it, confused, and he motioned for her to play. Shaking her head, she handed it back, "I can't play."
He smiled and placed her hands in the right way and motioned for her to blow in it. She hesitantly did as the Piper touched each finger she had to move or put down. Slowly but surely, she started playing Mary Had A Little Lamb alone. He watched her concentrate as she carefully moved her fingers, her eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes shining as she played it right. His hands were still on her shoulders and she finished playing and she blushed at how close his face was to hers and handed it back quickly, "Thank you for the lesson."
He took the flute and played, "I'll give you more lessons later."
She looked at the Piper, then looked at the roses on the table, "Rose." The Piper glanced at it, nodding slowly. She looked back up at him, "No, I don't mean the rose. My name is Rose."
The Piper smiled softly and stood, handing her the flute before walking out of the room. Rose just looked down at the flute, then began playing the practice tune she had learned, her heart beat calming down slowly.

I will try my best to finish this story, so there will be at least one finished Piper romance story!