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ground, no magic, all alone in the pouring rain, and no prince in sight. My heart falls—hope seems to be lost. A fire burning bright, the forest all but gone, once a beautiful city now in ruins.
I turn, looking all around me, turning again and again until I’ve gone in a circle, trying to get a bearing on my surroundings. Everything is ruined. I think of the rose in my room, the petals turning from white to red.
“I will love you until the last rose turns red. For should that happen, somehow our love isn’t true...” The storm started, the flower began to change, the city is ruined, very few structures remain in one piece. The magic . . . The storm did something to all the magic.
“Rose!” I turn around to find Osric running toward me. I take two steps toward him, and then I’m running. We meet, colliding into one another, wrapping our arms around each other. “What are you doing out here?” He sounds angered.
“Searching for you!” I look into his eyes. They soften a bit.
“You could have been hurt. We need to get out of this storm!” He lets go of me, doing what I did, circling to assess everything. He grabs my hand and leads me around one of the small buildings, where his horse awaits.
I cling to him, afraid he’ll disappear any second, fearing he’ll be forced to leave just as abruptly as he arrived. Though the storm is terrifying and threatening, already having done more damage than I can comprehend, I know that with Osric at my side, I’ll be able to face anything.
“What are we going to do? You can’t return to Wentsden in this storm, but my mother would never allow you to stay in the castle.” I think about the options we have.
“You can return to the castle. I’ll find somewhere to sleep in one of the buildings that hasn’t been destroyed. You are my first and only concern at the moment.” He pushes me toward his mare, but I don’t let go of his hand.
“Osric, I won’t leave you. I’m not going to be sheltered and protected, knowing you aren’t. You’re coming with me. It isn’t as if you’ve never been inside the castle without the permission of my parents. Please.” I beg him, looking into his eyes, knowing I can’t let him be out here alone.
For a moment, the rain let up, but it’s beginning to pour down harder now. With every drop that falls upon us, I know we must get inside. Every drop of rain stings as it hits my skin. Something is terribly wrong.
“All right,” he relents. I give a small nod, and he lifts me at the waist, helping me onto the horse. He climbs on behind me, wrapping his arms around me as he grabs the reins.
I lean against his chest as we ride toward the castle, now soaking wet, in pain, and trying not to panic.
Perhaps this storm is more a blessing than a curse. At least I’ll get to be with Osric one last time before I’m married to another prince and whisked away to a kingdom where I do not want to be.
Roselyn takes Knight through the gates, past the guards, and to the stables. I hate watching her walk away, but we both agreed it would be for the best if I enter by my usual route. She is right—her mother would never allow me to stay in the castle. She would know what—or in this case, who—I was here for, and I wouldn’t see Rose ever again. Most likely, I’d be locked away in the dungeons, never to be seen or heard from furthermore. Forever so close, yet always so far away from my love.
Once Rose disappears from view, I sneak around to the other wall. There, the ivy hides a hole just large enough for me to slip through, if I’m careful. I do not know how the hole came to be or why, but I am grateful. It’s positioned perfectly so all guards on duty look away from the exact spot I come through.
There, I follow the path of trees leading almost directly below Roselyn’s window. I climb the thick ivy branches that scale the castle wall. The balcony gives me enough to hold on to once I reach it, just as the
I turn, looking all around me, turning again and again until I’ve gone in a circle, trying to get a bearing on my surroundings. Everything is ruined. I think of the rose in my room, the petals turning from white to red.
“I will love you until the last rose turns red. For should that happen, somehow our love isn’t true...” The storm started, the flower began to change, the city is ruined, very few structures remain in one piece. The magic . . . The storm did something to all the magic.
“Rose!” I turn around to find Osric running toward me. I take two steps toward him, and then I’m running. We meet, colliding into one another, wrapping our arms around each other. “What are you doing out here?” He sounds angered.
“Searching for you!” I look into his eyes. They soften a bit.
“You could have been hurt. We need to get out of this storm!” He lets go of me, doing what I did, circling to assess everything. He grabs my hand and leads me around one of the small buildings, where his horse awaits.
I cling to him, afraid he’ll disappear any second, fearing he’ll be forced to leave just as abruptly as he arrived. Though the storm is terrifying and threatening, already having done more damage than I can comprehend, I know that with Osric at my side, I’ll be able to face anything.
“What are we going to do? You can’t return to Wentsden in this storm, but my mother would never allow you to stay in the castle.” I think about the options we have.
“You can return to the castle. I’ll find somewhere to sleep in one of the buildings that hasn’t been destroyed. You are my first and only concern at the moment.” He pushes me toward his mare, but I don’t let go of his hand.
“Osric, I won’t leave you. I’m not going to be sheltered and protected, knowing you aren’t. You’re coming with me. It isn’t as if you’ve never been inside the castle without the permission of my parents. Please.” I beg him, looking into his eyes, knowing I can’t let him be out here alone.
For a moment, the rain let up, but it’s beginning to pour down harder now. With every drop that falls upon us, I know we must get inside. Every drop of rain stings as it hits my skin. Something is terribly wrong.
“All right,” he relents. I give a small nod, and he lifts me at the waist, helping me onto the horse. He climbs on behind me, wrapping his arms around me as he grabs the reins.
I lean against his chest as we ride toward the castle, now soaking wet, in pain, and trying not to panic.
Perhaps this storm is more a blessing than a curse. At least I’ll get to be with Osric one last time before I’m married to another prince and whisked away to a kingdom where I do not want to be.
Roselyn takes Knight through the gates, past the guards, and to the stables. I hate watching her walk away, but we both agreed it would be for the best if I enter by my usual route. She is right—her mother would never allow me to stay in the castle. She would know what—or in this case, who—I was here for, and I wouldn’t see Rose ever again. Most likely, I’d be locked away in the dungeons, never to be seen or heard from furthermore. Forever so close, yet always so far away from my love.
Once Rose disappears from view, I sneak around to the other wall. There, the ivy hides a hole just large enough for me to slip through, if I’m careful. I do not know how the hole came to be or why, but I am grateful. It’s positioned perfectly so all guards on duty look away from the exact spot I come through.
There, I follow the path of trees leading almost directly below Roselyn’s window. I climb the thick ivy branches that scale the castle wall. The balcony gives me enough to hold on to once I reach it, just as the
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