Terrible Dream

Rosetta stands in a dim hallway that relies solely on the light of the full moon as a light. She turned to the left and found no one there. Normally Flora or her knights took part, but this time she doesn’t know where they went.

 This place is strange. The walls were tanned and some of the paint was peeling. Paintings of unknown persons are displayed. Strangely, the eyes of the figure in the painting seemed to observe Rosetta from top to bottom.

 Hurry Rosetta step away. That woman’s step was heavy, so she looked down.

 “What?“ Rosetta muttered. She quickly searches for a window nearby and notices her reflection.

 A black linen dress with a frown on her shoulders and waist. The corset she used this time didn’t choke too much, but Rosetta felt claustrophobic. This strange atmosphere that she felt in the place is what caused it.

 “Necklace?”

 Rosetta touched her neck. Sensed a simple necklace with only one red pendant. Same color as her hair. As her fingers touched the stone, she could hardly help but overhear the distant conversation.

 Suddenly that foot covered with a five-centimeter pair of serrated heels has made a run for the sound source. She makes one turn, and she finds herself on the front porch of a castle.

 The nobles she recognized faded up the huge marble steps below. Rosetta hurried up. Every step of the stairs and she asked everyone whose castle this is.

 When Rosetta’s feet stroll through the wide square of the hall, her ears catch the music of the classic high-pitched, romantic music. Immediately Rosetta woke up that she was now at the Debutante Party.

 But how could it be? The party is held in the late summer, and it also serves as the end of the social season for the upper classes. Even Rosetta doesn’t remember getting on the horse carriage here.

 Rosetta ran an uneasy line of sight. Usually, people make her the center of attention, not being asked to hover out in front of her like an ant. But now, people nearby aren’t even aware that Rosetta’s there. Everything points to the view ahead.

 There something was wrong but she didn’t know what it was. Furthermore, an uncomfortable feeling also hung over her shoulder. That woman’s neck got sore all of a sudden.

 “Look at them.”

 “Shouldn’t it be like this?”

 “In hindsight, they match up.”

 “Yet she is a commoner.”

 Rumors rain down on the inside. Something up ahead is the cause. Rosetta must look at what’s happening and know why the discomfort bothers her so much.

“Step aside,” says Rosetta, pushed through the crowd of people who stood on their backs like an iron fence.

 With a long heavy dress that blocked the footwork, Rosetta kept insisting on pushing the people in front. It doesn’t matter if they’re slinging. Being in a crowd like this makes Rosetta like a kid.

 “Excuse me,” said the Rosetta with gasps, popped up the crowd. Get to the front of the line.

 On a low-lying spherical floor-it serves as a dance floor, a young man dressed in a very formal black tuxedo, blond hair like gold from the mines in the nearby County, kissing a girl whom he has bathed with love.

The entire nerve in the body’s Rosetta was electrocuted. Her eyes widened. Her fiancee, Lucas Carleton, kissed another girl in front of her. The roof above just like it will falling too. Rosetta felt that she between a horrible earthquake.

 Rosetta goes felt. Tears descended her snow-white cheeks. Though she was reluctant, Rosetta’s gaze continued to turn to two humans on the dance floor.

 Lucas patted the lips of that dark-haired girls as if it were their last kiss. With Lucas’s ferocity continues to kiss the girl while five feet away, Rosetta goes silent.

 “Lucas ....“ Rosetta lamented. Her brown eye beads rolled, physically observing the girl in Lucas’s arms from top to bottom.

 Her shoulder-length hair was lustrous black, black eyes as clear as the night sky, and cheeks as red as a spring apple. The girl not as tall as Lucas, but instead gave her a warm, slender body.

 A small, paltry tiara lying on the top of the girl’s head. The tiara of a princess.

 Rosetta’s wide-eyed. The girl is not princess Sarah, nor any noble daughter. Rosetta knew that the girl’s name would be the subject of a taboo among the upper nobility because of her uncertain status.

 Sonya Natalie Livingston, the only daughter of King Nicholas and his mistress, Helga Cambell.

 Lucas and the princess stopped kissing. Now the two looked at each other with longing eyes. Lucas covered every corner of princess Sonya's face with great care.

 “My Lord,“ whispered princess Sonya. Its voice was soft and smooth like the wind lapping at the grass.

 “Call me Lucas,” replied the blond man. His hand grabbed the princess’s black hair and clipped it.

 Rosetta’s body feels torn apart. How could Lucas do that when she was here? A sharp spear has pierced right into her heart. And her chest was just as tight as two large rocks fall.

 “Noooo!“ screamed Rosetta as strong as she could. Her tears welled up.

 Hearing screams, Lucas and Princess Sonya looked over. Their eyes are very keen on Rosetta. So she felt like she was skinned alive.

 It’s the first time Rosetta felt fear under someone else’s gaze. Rosetta stepped back and looked back. The crowd of noblemen she passed looked intently at her. The look of hatred was so great upon her.

***

 “Noooo!“ shouted Rosetta again. Bend down and squeeze her red hair with a desperate, terrifying feeling.

 “Hah!“ Rosetta opens her eyes. Just now her body seemed to have been dumped on the surface.

 At first, the Rosetta can only expand as all senses in its body return. That girl’s breath is messed up. Her sweat also flowed from the head.

 The first thing Rosetta sees right now is the crimson net that surrounds her big bed. Rosetta blinks and then, still in bed, she looks around.

 Right now, Rosetta’s in her room at Rosemary Castle. Rosetta breathed a sigh of relief and kept a close look at the surface of the mosquito net.

 “My goodness!“ Someone shrieked. It was to be Flora, who stood in the doorway carrying a basin tray. “Our Lady woke up!”

 “Flora,” murmured Rosetta. Still don’t know why her body hurts so much. All her muscles were pain unbearable.

 “Lady, are you okay? Just a moment, I’ll call the doctor,” Flora says, putting the tray on the nearest table, then quickly turns around and runs out.

 Rosetta in bed is all alone. Was what she saw just a dream?