Last night, while the sounds of battle raging from afar was intense, Roselle could do nothing else but just stand by the window, fingers with knuckles bone white, desperately gripping the window frame as if she were hanging on for dear life. The images and thoughts swirling in her brain had been driving her near to madness and terror. No, she was not at all afraid of the possibility that the enemy might be reaching her. However, she was scared and worried to death about Romeo. She wished she could go down to the frontlines right this moment just to have a quick peek on him, just to reassure herself that he was fine. She could even accept that he would have had sustained some form of injuries as this was a war. All she needed to know was that he was alive and well.When the realization finally sank into her consciousness that the clashing sounds of battle had stopped before daylight, Roselle found herself dashing out of her room and in a few short moments, she was out on the veranda, l
"Perfect." He smiled proudly. "Again, Princess!"Roselle shot at him again and again and she had yet to miss any shots barring the first one. She was incredibly precise. Even Zolan was starting to enjoy being her target."You're an incredible archer princess, but… what if your target is moving?" Zolan told her. "If your enemy is running from you, could you do a thing to take it down?"Roselle remembered her self-taught trainings. When her father stopped instructing her, Roselle decided to train by herself. Though archery was simply a hobby to her at that time, she often found herself experimenting on things whenever she was bored. She had tried to aim at many things, even moving objects."Try to aim at me while I'm moving Princess." He then began moving – not that fast but not that slow either. Roselle aimed and the first shot was a miss. But the second one was precise, making Elijah clap and Zolan smile in satisfaction.He gradually increased his speed. Roselle missed a lot but after
The library was a large, elegant place that was a bookworm's dream come true. Shelves after shelves of books, from all topics that one could think of were gracing those layers of strong mahogany wood. However, the first impression Roselle got from this place that it was awfully silent. It was so still that the sounds of her gown brushing against the beautifully polished wooden floor and her quiet steps seemed to vibrate extra loud in her ears. Thus, walking through this place made her feel a little uneasy. However, as beggars cannot be choosers, she decided to go ahead and stroll through the place.As she slowly walked, her eyes were not idle. Looking around, Roselle's observant gaze fell on the large sturdy table that was placed in the middle and the first thing that came to her mind was Romeo. His face, his eyes, his voice and his kisses. He had kissed her so hard as she sat on top of that very table.The memory was so vivid in her mind that she started to feel hot. She wanted him t
Shock etched on Roselle's face as she stared at the secret passage. Her mouth was literally hanging open. It was mind blowing to even think that Werewolf would also have the need to make secret passages. She never thought she could find something like this in a boring place like the library. It took her quite a while to calm her excitement get her bearings before she could gather up enough courage to slowly and carefully approached the dark eerie door."Where does this passage lead to?" she asked, whispering to herself. Her heartbeat for some reason was pounding loudly in her ears and she could tell it definitely was not because she was thrilled about going for an unexpected adventure into this secret passage which might be offering her. It was pure nervousness and a healthy dose of fear. And she did not exactly know why. Was she scared?As Roselle silently peeked inside, the pitch-black darkness that welcomed her sent shivers down her spine. She knew secret passages like this would m
Her lips parted at the sight that laid before her. A dungeon? What on earth?The place was surprisingly very large that her lamp was not enough to light up the ceiling or the far end of whatever this place was.And then, she suddenly stiffened. She had the prickling feeling that something or someone else was down here together with her. There was a living, breathing presence in this place. Something, no, someone was here.Roselle was frozen still. She could sense something dark. A shadowy coiled energy pulsating with quiet and deadly power was making her shiver violently.She knew she should run before it was too late. But why did she suddenly pictured Romeo's face in her mind? This quiet and dark power… why did it feel so familiar? That's right, she once felt something close to this same sensation towards Romeo before. What she was feeling right now was far more intense, but it still strongly reminded her of Romeo. Why was that so? This was getting so strange.Suddenly, Roselle remem
"Romeo!!!" Roselle screamed. She did not know how she managed to even force out a reaction to make any sounds at that very moment. Fear had seemed to paralyze her body and mind and yet the name that came out of her lips before she even realized it, her instinctual response in calling out for help in times of danger, was still his. She remembered belatedly that it was the same response she gave too when the beast attacked her in that Little Forest back at his castle. Whenever she thought that she was in grave peril or felt as if the situation was one that she was going to die, it was Romeo's name that her lips would call out.Still hearing the echo of his name reverberating around her, Roselle realized that she had fallen backwards and collapsed onto the ground.She realized that nothing had touched her yet but the extreme force of what seemed to be an aura of bloodlust and deadly power had forced her to fall over on her own.Gasping to steady her uneven breathing, Roselle lifted her
Elijah had bustled about serving Roselle a cup of warm tea from a flask as Zolan draped a thick blanket over her shoulders to warm her up, obviously prepared for her as they found her outer gown having been discarded at the library door to indicate her presence there. After a long while and with the help of the warming tea and thick comforting blanket, Roselle was breathing fine again. However, she was still dazed from the earlier encounter and attempting to get control of herself, in trying to make sense of all the things she had seen and everything that had happened. Her hands were still shaking lightly but her mind was clearer now.When she finally lifted her face to look at the men who were surrounding her, Elijah knelt before her. His face showed how worried he was over her condition. "Are you alright now, My Lady? Is there anything that I can get for you? Are you hurting anywhere?" he fussed about her like a mother hen and Roselle could tell just how much the butler had feared fo
"Calm down, Princess. Like I said, you don't have to worry too much because the poison really won't kill him. We have to put him inside the dungeon because the poison triggers something dangerous in him." Zolan explained. "You have seen it right? The colour of his eyes has changed. When his eyes turn that way, His Highness will lose himself. He would crave for blood. If he were in the midst of a battle, he would easily slaughter the enemies on his own no matter how many there are. Thankfully, he could somehow recognize allies from foes even if he could not recognize the individual person anymore. He'd be very useful during war when he's like that but if there is nothing for him to kill, it would be very hard on him."Disbelief and shock coloured Roselle's eyes. "What… do you mean it'd be very hard for him?" she asked.Zolan looked like he was deciding whether or not to tell her more about this. He did not want her to get scared of her husband more than this. In the end, he chose not t