Princess Rosanna

                                                          

                                        ~ Princess Rosanna ~

~ Chapter one

    Freedom~

           In all of her eighteen years of growing up Rosanna had known nothing more than attending stuffy balls and socializing with stuffy people and she had quite tired of it.

  She was envied by many village girls and for good reason; she had money, she was a princess, and she was beautiful. Her hair was long and curly and her eyes were the color of the blue sea. She was a small framed girl which only added to her attractiveness. But Rosanna felt that she could trade this all in for the dream that she longed to come true, the dream of freedom. Rosanna clenched her fist together as she recalled the conversation between her and her parents, just two days before.

“As you well know, you are our only child and therefore you are the only rightful heir to the throne.”

Rosanna nodded in agreement with her father, King Charles.

“I am reminding you of this because  what I am about to tell you will be something very difficult for you to undertake ,and it will test your courage.”

Rosanna held her breath in anticipation.

“We have arranged for you to be married.”

Rosanna gasped in horror.

“I know this must be a terrible shock to you on your birthday but it must be done.”

her mother, Queen Aria, placed her dainty hand on her daughters arm but Rosanna pulled back.

“I can't believe that you would do this to me.”

her father looked at her sharply.

“Daughter, you may be upset but there is no call for disrespect to us!”

Rosanna dropped  her head and began to cry.

“The man we have chosen is already king in the next realm but he is young and very attractive.”

her mother stated gently; but her daughter only continued to cry.

 Rosanna was now walking through the castle halls trying to understand what was to happen and find some happiness with the idea. She had met the man she was to marry that very evening; his name was King Derick. Rosanna found his company very pleasing and she had to agree with her mother that he was very good looking. The only thing that she was truly upset about was that she would never gain the freedom that she so longed for.

   The halls were lit by torches attached to the stone walls and as she walked, Rosanna saw her shadow dance around her. It was very silent and that must have been why she was so surprised when she heard a conversation transpiring in hushed tones.

Rosanna stopped and listened carefully.

         “What about the girl?”

The voice belonged to a woman.

  “I plan on ruling the kingdom and she is my key to unlock the door.”

It was King Derick.

“I thought you were marrying her out of love that is what you told me at least.”

The women spoke with a great increase of volume.

A loud sniff was heard.

“The girl doesn't want to marry me and frankly I would rather not marry her either but she is the only way.”

Rosanna knew then that the conversation was about her. She felt in danger so she quickly started back the other way.

   “Look who we have here, why are you leaving so soon, Princess.”

At this she could hear the other person run in the opposite direction so Rosanna could not see who it was.

King Derick quickly caught up to Rosanna and grabbed a tight hold on her arm.

There was nowhere to go and no one would hear if she were to scream. Her only hope was to command.

“Unhand me or I shall have you arrested.”

He complied with her demand but stuck his face up close to hers and spoke through gritted teeth.

“Do not think of speaking about this to anyone or I will personally see that your parents end there years in misery.”

Rosanna did not give him the satisfaction of an answer.

“You had better not get in your head that you will always have command over me because when we marry I expect you to obey 'me'.”

Rosanna walked away and struggled to keep her legs steady.

“Remember, Princess, watch your step, because I will always be there.”

His parting words warned Rosanna that she needed to leave the castle and quickly.

          Rosanna had been planning her escape for the past week.

Her first thought had been of her parent’s safety; but if they knew the truth they would understand that she was doing this, not only for the benefit of her own family, but also, the whole realm.

The only way that she could get out was through the side gate, but first she must get past the guards.

Before leaving, Rosanna grabbed a small hand bag that contained food, plus other needed items and hid it underneath her black cloak.

None of the regular night guards bothered her though she did get a few curious glances. It was not at all proper to ask the princess's business when she was in her own castle.

It was when she got out of the castle and into the court yard that she had to be careful.

So Rosanna slipped the black cape over her head, quietly eased up to the side gate, and peeked around the wall. The guard was there but so was King Derrick.

“I want this gate guarded very closely. All you need to know is that there have been some threats concerning the royal family.”

“Yes, your majesty, as you wish.”

Rosanna sighed as the king left. She knew that this was going to be much harder than she first anticipated.

As the night dragged on the guard did not leave his post nor did he relax it seemed as though Rosanna would never get her chance to go. Then from the opposite side of where Rosanna sat two riders approached the gate and she saw that the guard was immediately engaged in conversation.

Rosanna took this chance to run. Her Skirts made a light ruffle noise, just enough to alert the guard.

“Halt, who goes there?”

Rosanna did not stop but continued to move along the wall; the guard was quickly gaining on her.

She felt that all was lost when suddenly out of the bushes jumped a cat. It ran past Rosanna and screeched out a horrid sound when the guard clomped his huge foot on the poor cat’s paw.

She felt sorry for it but she was thankful for the distraction which allowed her enough time to get away.

She followed the castle wall until she ran past it and into the woods where she paused to catch her breath. It would take something much swifter than her own two feet to get her safely away from the castle.

Rosanna decided that the best way to do this was to go into the village and take one of the stable horses

 When Rosanna reached the village, everything was quiet except for a few rambunctious dogs, but besides that there was nobody on the streets.

It wasn't that difficult to spot the stables. Once inside, she could see several horses, they didn't seem too pleased to be awakened from their sleep. Rosanna quickly looked each horse over and decided on the medium sized, black quarter horse; the horse looked strong, which was what he needed to be for the long journey ahead.

King Charles had insisted that his daughter have the privilege to learn how to ride. So even against Queen Aria's wish the king paid for his daughters riding lessons which turned out to be a great help to her escape at this moment.

 A riding saddle was on post nearby. She lifted it up and struggled to put it on the horses back. The first time she missed and while the horse jumped in surprise all of his roommates laughed, or at least that's what it sounded like to Rosanna, who had stopped to listen for anyone that might have heard the noise. After sufficient time she decided that it was safe so she attempted to put the saddle on again, this time it worked.

“There we are.”

Rosanna whispered as she rubbed her hands on her cloak.

She didn't feel right just taking off with somebodies horse and saddle so she wrote a note with the paper she had brought and slipped it onto one of the nails on the horses stall door.

      To whom it may concern,

Ask at the palace for pay for your Black horse and very fine saddle.

                               With all thanks,

                                  A friend.

Rosanna hoped that the note would be discovered only after she was far away.

                                                       

    

                                                       

                                                                ~

               Rosanna had been traveling for one week, passing village after village. She was very much in need of a wash and worse than that she was out of food, but she did not want to risk being recognized

On the seventh day of her journey Rosanna woke up very early to get some extra riding done for she had determined that by the end of that day she would be far enough away from her home that she could  get a bed and some food and not be bothered with being recognized .

By noon her stomach was groaning angrily at her and the sun was merciless, she couldn't even keep the sweat from dripping down her face.

Suddenly, Rosanna stopped to listen to a curious sound. She couldn't quite make out what it was. Very cautiously she continued on and the sound became increasingly louder it resembled some sort of banging and intertwined was the sound of shouting.

The sound became so loud that she was positive it was coming from just over the hill in front of her. Rosanna dismounted and walked up the hill then knelt down and peeked over the side what she saw was some kind of mining camp. Her only experience with these was from stories that she had been told and from what she had heard the men were crazed and evil; not at all a pleasant place to be.

Suddenly a strong hand grabbed hold of Rosanna and pulled her to her feet.

“What you be doing here Missy?”

She could not form any words for as soon as she laid eyes on the hairy old man fear had gripped hold of her tongue. His language was most disgraceful and his bodily odors were worse.

“It isn't safe for a pretty thing like you to be out here.”

The man scratched his beard and spit on the ground, disgusting Rosanna.

“you best be coming with me, some men here in this camp have not seen a lady for far too long and I am sure that it would be a little hard for them to remember how to treat one.”

Rosanna would have rather mounted back up on her horse and continued to ride. That is exactly what she would have done had the old man not grabbed hold of her horse’s reigns and started down the hill. He may not be trustworthy, she thought, but at least he might have some food and a place for her to sleep for the night.

 As they neared the mine, Rosanna pulled her cloak tightly about her but her fancy dress still peeked out from beneath it, which did not go unnoticed by the men of the camp; she could hear them whispering as she passed.

Finally they reached a shack building and Rosanna slipped inside, relieved that she would not have to worry about being watched.

Inside was dark and plain but surprisingly clean.

The older man rubbed his hands on his dirty pant legs then stretched it out to shake Rosanna's. She received the kind gesture and watched her hand disappear as it was engulfed by the man's hand.

 “I am called, Old Bear.”

He said gruffly. Rosanna didn't know if it was safe to let it be known who she was but she had always been taught to tell the truth, so she decided that she would say her name but nothing more.

“I am called Rosanna.”

Old Bear nodded his head in approval.

“I do believe that your parents knew when you were born that you would grow up to look just like a Rose; not to mention the prettiest one there ever was.”

Rosanna reddened at the compliment and thanked him politely.

He must have noticed her embarrassment for he quickly changed the subject.

“I guess I will say goodnight; if you need anything, I'll be in the little building out back.”

He was about to leave when he stopped and turned back around slowly.

“You had better keep some kind of weapon close by you at all times, look around, I am sure that you will find something.”

Then he was gone. Rosanna didn't know what to make of everything but she knew that just right now she needed some sleep.

        The next morning Rosanna searched around the house to see what there was to eat and was amazed at her discovery of a couple of eggs and some bread.

She knew that they must be close to a village, because she saw no chickens in the mine, nor did she think the men baked their own bread.

Rosanna lit a fire in the fire place, it didn't look very safe but she knew that fires had been made in it before because there was a chimney of sorts and some coals lay in it.

Then she found a small pan and cracked the eggs into it. When she was younger Rosanna had watched the cook make eggs but was discovered by her mother ,who had told never again to associate with the hired help, so not knowing what the next step was she decided to sit and wait but as she sat her eyes became heavy and she laid her head on her arm.

“Fire!”

The cry awoke Rosanna and she screamed when she saw that the fire, which was once in the little whole had now spread over that entire side of the wall.

Overcome by the smoke, Rosanna left the shack and almost bumped into Old Bear.

He did not look happy at all. Rosanna met his critical gaze although she knew that she had no right to do so.

Men were dousing water on the wall and it did not take much to put the fire out but the wall was badly damaged.

Old Bear gritted his teeth.

“Why did I ever bring you here?”

All of the men were gathering to see if there would be a fight.

“I- I was only trying to cook something.”

 At this it seemed that the whole camp shook with laughter  

“Cook my house?!”

The angry tone with which he spoke made Rosanna feel protective of herself.

“I am very sorry for the damage, sir and I assure you that it will be repaid; I do not intend to leave you in this destruction.”

The men became silent with wonder, where did this lady come from? Rosanna did not wait around very long. She disappeared into her little room, it was the only other room in the shack, and therefore it was the only room that had not been damaged.  No one bothered her the rest of the day and she was thankful.

     Late that evening, Rosanna readied herself for bed. She had packed all of her belongings and planned on leaving at sunrise the following morning.

As she curled into bed she tried to think of some way to pay for the damage to Old Bear's home.

It could be fatal to reveal her true identity but she had very little money on hand. Finally she decided that a note referring him to the castle would be the best solution.

Sleep drew heavy on her eyes, so she decided to get some rest because no doubt tomorrow would be a long day.

Suddenly in the darkness Rosanna heard the front door open and heavy footsteps came into the shack.

Rosanna had obeyed Old Bear's warning of getting a weapon. On the dresser by the bed lay a small table knife.

Rosanna put her feet on the floor and was glad that nothing squeaked. Then she grabbed the knife. By this time the intruder had either stopped or was sitting down.

She slowly opened the door, just enough that she could see out.  The person had lit a candle but she could only see the back of the person, He seemed strangely familiar but she had no idea why.

“Now or never” she thought to herself and with a quick intake of breath she entered the room.

“Do not move or you shall find yourself In need of a physician.”

The man turned around in surprise allowing his face to be revealed.

“Ah...!”

A little squeak followed but Rosanna was speechless. How did he find her? What should she do?

“Why are you here?”

Derrick asked

“Who are you?”

In panic she raised the knife, knowing that he was only pretending not to know her.

“Please put the knife down, I won't harm you.”

He stepped closer and Rosanna screamed. What was she thinking; she had no courage to stab a man, not even Derrick.  With that thought, the knife slipped from her fingers and she hunched over like a scarred animal.

“Please don't harm me.”

Her voice was barely above a whisper. Derrick continued to come closer.

Just then the front door to the shack swung open and Old Bear stomped in carrying a large pick ax.

He did not have to ask what was wrong it was plainer than day.

“Please don't let him hurt me.”

Old Bear became protective of the girl beside him.

“Come one step closer and you will be putting yourself in danger.”

Derrick was confused and stopped.

“Old Bear, it's me, Roger.”

Then he lifted the candle closer to his face, Rosanna felt very foolish when she realized that the man's hair was not blond like Derricks but was black and he had a mustache but she still could not believe the resemblance.

Old Bear set his weapon down then shook Rogers’s hand.

“You gave my guest here a scare. Did you just get back?”

Roger eyeballed Rosanna as he spoke.

“yes I did I brought some more supplies with me and I was going to put them away ,when I noticed the new wall or should I say the absence of a wall. That is when I first met your house guest.”

Rosanna looked at her feet in embarrassment and that’s when she remembered that she was barefoot, her hair was braided in a long braid , and she was in her night gown.

“Excuse me gentlemen.”

The two watched as she disappeared into the bedroom.

“I wonder what she is running from.”

Old Bear said thoughtfully.

“It must be something very unwanted.”

Roger replied.  He could not forget how frightened she had been of him. Maybe someday he would find out but for now Roger thought it best to stay away, beginning by following Old Bear out of the shack.

            Rosanna rose with the dawn she did her hair in a simple bun, a hair style that she had always longed to do but never could, because she was supposed to be different from all the others.

Back at the castle she had chosen the plainest dresses that she owned. At the time they seemed perfect but now, all the way out in the wilderness, in a mine full of men, the dress somehow seemed overdone.

 She knew that she had no time to waste worrying about appearance, she had to get out of there. Rosanna flipped her cloak about her shoulders and grabbed her bag. A note lay on the bed.

      Old Bear,

Thank you for the kind hospitality.

I feel that to stay would be an inconvenience.

Please contact the palace for your needed funds to replace the wall and whatever else you wish.

               Thank you,

               Your friend

The sun was beginning to peek up through the trees and Rosanna knew that she was running out of time.

 To her relief her horse was tied to a post in front of the shack.

“Easy boy.”

She soothed to the horse. Just then she heard some noise. Quickly she mounted and trotted her horse out of the camp and over a hill.

When she was sure that they were safe from being heard, Rosanna loosened her grip on the reigns and let the horse take control of where they went.

The breeze blew gently on her face and she felt so happy that she had finally gained the freedom she had always longed to have.

~chapter two

 trouble ahead ~                          

Late that afternoon the sky became black as night and the wind began to howl. Rosanna knew that she needed to find shelter quickly  . She was relieved when she spotted a little cabin not far off. She could not risk her identity being discovered but she must get out of the storm, and fast. 

The house appeared to be unoccupied for it was dark and silent.

Rosanna cautiously approached the door and knocked once.

No reply came but she knew that she heard a sound of some kind.

Nervously, Rosanna knocked again, this time a medium aged woman answered, she had a frightened look on her face.

“Yes?”

her voice was barely above a whisper and she was noticeably trembling.

“Excuse me, Madame, but I was wondering if you could provide me with shelter from the storm.”

A loud roar of thunder seemed to emphasize her question.

The women bit her lip and appeared to be stalling for time.

Rosanna feared that she would be turned away when the women cried out in pain and tears began to fall from her eyes.

“Yes you may stay.”

Rosanna could not figure out what had caused the women pain nor did she understand the woman’s reaction to Rosanna's plea for help.

“Come, sit by the fire and warm your hands.”

Rosanna did as she was told but watched the woman walk to the other side of the room and stand there as if frozen.

“I appreciate your kindness and I am sorry for any inconvenience I have caused you.”

The woman still stood there and did not reply.

After such a long day of travel, Rosanna decided that it would be nice to let her hair down and comb it out with her fingers. As she allowed the black tresses to fall to her waist; she continued to speak to the woman.

“I will only stay until the storm passes.”

The women again did not reply but put her hand over her mouth to suppress a cry. At that moment, Rosanna heard approaching footsteps, she froze when she felt someone grab her hair.

“I must say, princess that you are very lovely and your hair is your crowning glory.”

Rosanna could not believe her ears but when he spoke once more, she knew that it indeed was Derrick.

“Remove your hands from my hair.”

Derrick chuckled but did as she requested and immediately she ran toward the door that she had come through, but before she could get there, Derrick had blocked her way.

Then Rosanna spotted another door near the woman and ran toward it but when she opened it several men came in and grabbed hold of her. She struggled to get free and as Derrick approached closer she tried even harder.

“You’ve been a naughty princess.”

He cupped her chin in his hand.

“But don't worry, I'll forgive you.”

Then as Rosanna tried to get loose Derrick threw back his head and laughed. Both women trembled as his evil voice echoed through the room.

Then he suddenly stopped and ordered his men to release the princess.

Rosanna ran for the door but stopped as she realized that the storm had become a blinding mess and that she would not survive out there. She continued to stand there, trying to think of a plan to get away.

“I thought you would see it my way. No doubt you would have come back anyway, but this way saves me time.”

Rosanna clamped her teeth together and clinched her fists.

“Do you think you have defeated me? Well allow me to inform you that you have never been further from the truth.”

Rosanna saw the woman open her mouth wide at how boldly the princess had just addressed the king.

“The least you can do is to give the two of us ladies our own room.”

Derrick did not like to be told what to do or think but after observing the hateful look Rosanna gave him, he decided that he would rather not fight.

“I think we men can handle being alone but if you two try anything…” His finger pointed accusingly at both women. “Beware, I found you once and be sure that I can find you again.”

  Rosanna motioned for the women to follow her into a back bedroom and she shut the door behind them. Both women sighed then sat down on the bed.

“I don't understand any of this.”

The women said before looking accusingly at Rosanna.

“You’re the cause of all this, what did you do?”

Rosanna still did not feel comfortable with the idea of revealing her true identity so she attempted to change the subject.

“You know, I still have not heard your name.”

The woman shook her head slightly as she answered.

“My name is Phyllis Parks but that is beside the point, you still have not answered my question. I would generally feel that I was prying in where I shouldn't be but since it is taking place in my house I feel that I have a right to know.”

It would be impossible to change the subject once again so Rosanna closed her eyes, breathed deeply, and then opened them once more.

Phyllis listened intently to every word that Rosanna said; from the time that Rosanna was informed that she would be married to Derrick to the present moment.

When Rosanna had finished speaking, Phyllis grabbed hold of Rosanna's arm and looked compassionately into her eyes as she spoke.

“You poor dear, I can't believe that the man could be so... so awful!”

Rosanna allowed Phyllis to speak her mind even though she knew that it would do no good; but it was nice to know that someone understood her.

Phyllis spent a couple more hours soothing Rosanna then they both retired to their sleep.

        “Wake up; we have no time to waist.”

Rosanna opened her eyes and saw Derrick leaning over her.

“It is not even light outside yet.”

Rosanna was tired and was not accustomed to waking up at any time before the sun had been up several hours.

“I will have enough sleep. I am not your captive.”

Then she turned on her other side. Derrick became impatient and leaned closer.

“I am not playing games Princess, get yourself ready and out into the other room in five minutes.”

He was about to leave her side than bent back down to speak to her again.

“Do not bother waking the lady of the house.”

Then he was gone and Rosanna did not waste any time getting ready.

She knew that it could mean putting herself into more danger than she wished to be in and she knew that Derrick would not hesitate to get rid of any one that stood in his way.

After readying herself Rosanna took one last look at Phyllis and thought back to their conversation the night before. Just then she remembered her last piece of paper that she had brought, just enough to write a quick thank you not. Then after leaving it on her pillow, Rosanna joined Derrick in the other room.

  As they mounted on their horses, Rosanna noticed that one of the men was absent but before she could inquire as to why, Derrick ordered one of his men to tie a rope to Rosanna's wrists and attach it to his saddle.

“I am not a criminal; you have no right to treat me as one.”

Derrick lifted one eyebrow higher than the other and smiled slyly.

“A royal heir to the throne that has decided not to fulfill her duty in becoming the next queen can hardly be called innocent.

At that very moment Rosanna knew Derrick had been telling her parents lies. She felt a mixture of anger and sadness at the thought of how difficult it would be to convince her parents of the truth.

By the end of the day Rosanna's wrists were rubbed raw from the rope and she was tired of riding.

As the sun began to set she could see the castle in the distance. She was relieved to see her home again which amazed her for she had always longed to go away from it.    

“King Derrick, I think it would be proper to take the ropes off now.”

He apparently did not appreciate being told what he should do. Angrily he spun about in the saddle and hissed like a snake.

“I would not want my future wife to get lost out there in the big woods.”

Rosanna blew air out of her nose and rolled her eyes. She wanted to say so many hateful things but she knew that it would only make things worse so she focused her full attention on the castle that was becoming so clear that she could see a guard pacing in front of the gate.

The guard caught sight of them and paused to focus closer on the approaching riders.

“Who goes there?”

King Derrick cupped a hand over his mouth and answered back.

“King Derrick and I have brought the Princess back.”

By this time they had reached the gate and the guard bowed before opening the gate for the to enter.

Rosanna eagerly looked to the guard for help but he only scowled and turned his back.

Rosanna shuddered, if the guard was this angry with her how would her parents react.

King Derrick dismounted and ordered one of his men to take care of the horses Then he helped Rosanna down and led her by the arm into the castle.

The castle was empty of all its usual busyness and Rosanna had the feeling that something was indeed wrong.

As they continued down the long passages, they did not meet one person.

Rosanna's eyes darted around; she was determined not to miss any chance of gaining help. Suddenly Derrick stopped and turned to look at her with a big smile.

Rosanna's eyebrows came together in puzzlement and Derrick, becoming irritated with her obvious ignorance, frowned deeply.

“This” Derrick swiped an open palm in the air, “-Is where you discovered who I really was.”

Even though she was fearful Rosanna did not give King Derrick the satisfaction of seeing it, she instead continued to look puzzled.

“Impossible!”

King Derrick yelled in frustration than slapped his forehead with great force.

“I will make it easy for you. I felt it best to reschedule   the wedding so that we do not come in to any more delays. I brought you here because I wanted to give you a chance to forget all that has happened and allow us to begin again.”

Rosanna scrunched up her nose.

“What makes you so sure that we will be married at all?”

Before this, Derrick had actually believed that Rosanna would go along with his plan, but when she spoke with defiance he gripped her arm until he saw her eyes watering.

“I will persuade my parents you just see if I don't. I would sooner kill myself than marry you.”

Rosanna said through gritted teeth.

Derrick, whose pride had been injured, slapped Rosanna across the face.

“Guard!”

The loud voice which Derrick had acquired at that moment made Rosanna jump.

“Guard, hurry yourself along.”

Up until this point Rosanna was sure that they were alone but apparently they were not because a guard came running to do Derrick’s bidding.

“Yes, your majesty.”

The man was out of breath as he bowed in submission.

“Seize her!”

Derrick ordered the guard.

When the guard stood to an upright position, he focused on the person he was to seize, and then after realizing who it was he bowed again but this time it was directed to the princess.

“I do not understand.”

The guard innocently said. Derrick slapped his forehead and blew air out of his nose like a dragon.

“Really, I think you are as simple minded as she is.”

Then Derrick gritted his teeth and pushed Rosanna against the guard, the ropes attached to her wrists made it very difficult to keep her balance.

“I said seize her. That does not mean bow to her.”

The guard was red with anger by this point but he bowed reverently to the King and spoke with a commendable calmness.

“Pardon, your majesty, I am just a little puzzled at why I am to do this deed.”

Derrick narrowed his eyes until it looked as if he closed them.

“I do not have to explain myself now do I sir?”

The guard shook his head as he whispered.

“No, you do not your majesty.”

Derrick heard this and smiled with pleasure.

“Then I say seize her or lose your job.”

This was warning enough for the guard. He grabbed hold of the rope that was hanging from Rosanna's wrist and gently pulled her through the passage.

Rosanna had never gone this far into the castle walls. Suddenly she scrunched her face up in discussed of the smell that came down the current hall they were in. The guard did not speak but he slowed his pace and allowed Rosanna to cover her nose.

The passage came to a narrow place and was blocked by a large brass door; this was where the guard stopped and took a large key from hook on the wall.

Rosanna knew that this would be her only chance.

“Please, you cannot do this to me. You must get my father.”

The guard would not look her in the eye, for he knew that he could not.

“I have nothing to do with this, please do not hold me responsible; without this job me and my family will be homeless.”

Rosanna closed her eyes, trying to focus on a plan, than she opened them again.

“You must understand that King Derrick does not have control of your job, he is only using that to frighten you. Please get my father for me and then everything will work out.”

The guard turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open.

“I am well aware of the fact that the king is trying to frighten me with the loss of my job, but I also know that while you have been away there have been some changes around here.”

Rosanna pulled her hand away from her nose.

“Look me in the face, sir.”

The guard obeyed but very slowly.

“What do you mean, there have been changes? What has happened?”

The guard dipped his head and rubbed the back of his neck.

“King Derrick is now wearing your fathers royal ring.”

Rosanna quickly became worried, because, if this was true than that would mean something was wrong with her father and all decision making had been left up to King Derrick.

“What has happened to my father?”

The guard sighed as if struggling to say what he had to.

“Both of your parents have been ill, no one knows why they are but your father said it would be good for King Derrick to get the feel for the realm.”

Rosanna's shoulders dropped in defeat.

“When will that man ever stop?”

The guard shrugged his shoulders and led Rosanna into the dungeon.

It was dark and dampness was in the air.

“What is your name kind sir?”

Rosanna asked as the guard was about to shut the door. He turned around and bowed as he answered.

“My name is Peter Wright, your highness.”

He once again started to shut the door but Rosanna stopped him with her pleading cry.

“Sir Wright, please allow me to go to my family. I have done nothing and they must be worried for me.”

 Peter Wright watched the princess and considered what harm it would do to allow her to talk with her parents. He did not agree with King Derrick on many things but he feared his authority. Before he could make a decision footsteps were heard coming down the passage. Rosanna heard the large door creak shut and as the key turned in the lock her hair stood on end.

~chapter three

 all hope lost~

All of the sounds that had been so quiet before now suddenly grew louder. A leak of some kind was making a constant drip, drip, drip noise and the little creatures that lived in the dark place were alive with curiosity for their visitor. One brave mouse even came close enough that Rosanna could see its eyeballs staring at her; but Rosanna stomped on the hard floor and the little creature scurried off.

Tears began to run down her cheeks and she dropped to her knees.  Rosanna felt a hand touch her shoulder and she screamed out in fright.

 “I will not harm you.”

The voice belonged to a woman.

“Sorry to frighten you so.”

Rosanna's eyes were finally adjusting to the darkness and she could  see that the young women was dressed in an elaborate gown not at all what she would have expected in such a place as this.

“My name is Amelia and I am guessing that you are princess Rosanna.”

Rosanna stood up and pulled a loose strand of hair behind her ear       even though Amelia could not see her untidiness.

“How did you know who I was?”

Rosanna asked suspiciously; it was not very comforting to have a stranger know who she was.

“I knew by your conversation with the guard.”

Amelia replied.

Rosanna immediately felt foolish for thinking ill accusations against Amelia but outwardly she only bobbed her head up and down.

Then silence came once again into the dark dungeon and it frightened Rosanna when Amelia sniffed loudly.

“I always had my suspicions about Derrick but never would I have guessed his greed to take him this far.”

Rosanna turned her head sharply to look at Amelia; it was very uncommon for anyone to call the King by his first name.

“You sound as if you have known the king for some time and on personal bases.”

Amelia touched Rosanna's arm and began to guide her to one side of the dungeon.

“There is a stone over here that we can sit on.”

Rosanna was glad that they did not have to sit on the cold, hard floor all the time. When they had seated themselves as comfortable as possible Amelia talked again.

“I should say I know him; I am his sister.”

Rosanna gasped in surprise.

“His sister? Why in the world are you in this place?”

Amelia smiled and answered the question with a question.

“Why are you here?”

 Rosanna was once again reminded what a cruel man she was to marry.  She should not be so surprised to hear that this man had put his own sister in the dungeon, but she still wanted to know the exact reason. Amelia did not need to be asked, she was only too willing to reveal her story.

“In my family, Derrick and I have always been the closest and I was never surprised when he told me his plans, but not long ago my father was planning on handing the throne over to our eldest brother but Derrick had determined in his mind that he would be the next ruler.”

Amelia lingered for a moment in silence then began once more.

“I will spare you the horrid details but to say it plainly, Derrick made himself king .My eldest brother and I were the only two who knew how he got to that position. I did not let on that I was against Derrick, as our eldest brother did when he left the realm without a trace of where he had gone. Because I was so silent about my true feelings, Derrick continued to trust my confidence which is how I came to know about his plans to take over your father’s realm.”

Rosanna gasped with surprise.

“You!”

Rosanna remembered the voices in the passage and the women who ran, after Derrick had discovered that Rosanna was there. All she could feel now was disgust for the heartless creature beside her.

She wished to speak harshly to Amelia but her upbringing made her hold her tongue until she could calm her nerves, then she spoke.

“Why did you not help me?”

Amelia looked ashamed of herself but she knew that Rosanna was waiting for her reply.

“I am sorry about that but, Rosanna, I was scared and confused. After Derrick told me that he was only marrying you because you would be his only key to the kingdom, I was able to see the evil that had taken Derrick from me. If you could have known him when we were children you would not know that he could be capable of such wickedness.”

A whimper came from somewhere deep in Amelia's throat and she had to stop speaking to gain control of her emotions.

Rosanna waited patiently as Amelia shook with tears of sorrow. After some time Amelia dried her eyes and looked pleadingly at Rosanna.

“Do forgive me.”

Rosanna was not angry at her and she really had no reason not to forgive her so with a slight nod of her head she replied plainly and with little feeling.

“I will forgive you.”

This satisfied both princesses so they sat in silence for some time.

Then Rosanna suddenly lifted her head.

“If you ran away how did you get in this place?”

She spoke so loudly that Amelia jumped in surprise then asked.

“What do you mean, exactly?”

Rosanna was about to explain when Amelia spoke again.

“Oh! You mean how I got in this dungeon. After I left that night in such a hurry Derrick decided that I was not to be trusted and he was right because I was headed to talk to your father and mother about what I knew. Before I could get there Derrick had sent a guard after me and locked me in this place .I am still not sure what Derrick told the guard that made him willing put me in this place but whatever it was must have been persuasive.”

Both became silent once more and Rosanna shivered as she heard the little feet of mice scampering around on the floor. One ran over her boot and she bit her tongue to fight back the urge to scream.

“We must persuade the guard to help us get out of here. If Derrick could persuade him to put two royalties in the dungeon, than certainly we can get him to see things our way.”

Rosanna stood up as one who were about to go into battle, then marched assuredly over to the large door and began banging on it.

There was no response so she continued to pound on the door, her hand was beginning to sting and she was losing hope that anyone would open the door.

Then, without warning, the door slammed open and Rosanna had to move fast in order not to get smashed.

On the other side stood an angry faced Peter Wright.

“Be silent!”

He ordered then the door was put back into its frame and locked.

Neither Princes spoke but both were very angry.

Rosanna stood in the same place and was trying to decide whether or not to bang on the door again, but before she could make any decision Peter Wright opened it, this time much gentler.

“I am sorry to have been so harsh but I must explain. You see, your highness, King Derrick was out there and I was obeying his orders.”

Rosanna and Amelia both repented for their anger.

Peter pulled his shoulders back with a firmness that told both princesses that he was angry about something and he was going to speak to them about it.

“King Derrick has informed me that you have threatened to kill yourself because you wish not to be queen. He has ordered me to not allow you to have anything that could be deadly.”

Amelia, who was still seated on the stone, watched as Rosanna's small hands clenched into fists.

“You should not believe everything you hear, sir.”

Rosanna stated with hurt evident in her voice.

As soon as the words had escaped her mouth, Rosanna wished that she could pull them back in again. Peter Wright’s shoulders slumped and he looked at his toes much like a young child would do after being reprimanded.

“I never said I believed him, your highness.”

Shame hit Rosanna with full force and it was her turn to duck her head, she could feel her cheeks redden with embarrassment. She could not think of anything to say but thankfully she did not have to because the guard spoke.

“I would not believe one who is so untrustworthy that he would lock his own blood relative and future wife in this place.”

He looked around the dungeon in search of Amelia, when he found her; he made a short bow her way.

“Pardon, ma’am, if I have offended you by saying this.”

Amelia could not be offended because she felt the same feelings toward her brother and nothing anyone could say would be as debauched as what her own mind thought.

All this time Peter had remained just outside the door but now he walked in and shut the door behind him.

Then Peter motioned for both of them to come closer.

Once this was done he began to speak in a whisper.

“I am prepared to face whatever consequences there may be in order to help the both of you to get out of here.”

Rosanna sighed with relief of the fact that she would not have any trouble from the guard.

She was so busy rejoicing over the fact that she was surprised when Peter asked.

“So does anybody have any plans?”

Rosanna's brow pulled closely together with worry.

She had been too busy thinking over other things that she had not even bothered to think on how she would get out of this place, her only thought was to get Peter to help but after that?

~chapter four

Plans on both sides~

It appeared, though, that Amelia was not so unplanned. For she had moved out of her corner and motioned for the other two to lean their heads close to her, as if she was worried about someone else hearing them.

“I have been thinking about what should be done ever since my brother put me in here. I know someone who can help us.”

She stopped and looked at her two listeners with a decided look on her face.

“He will help us. The problem is that I have no way of getting to him and no one else knows where he is, except for me.”

Rosanna, Amelia, and Peter were busy trying to figure out a good escape plan. If the rats were listening to the conversation, they would have heard three brain wheels turning at rapid speed.

There would be danger if any of the three went but they knew not to allow anyone into their plans, for the fact that they did not know who to trust and they did not want to put anyone into harm’s way if things were to go wrong.

“You will have to go, Amelia. You are the only one that knows where to go.”

Rosanna stated very plainly but Amelia had other ideas.

“What if I cannot get back in time? I only have one day, you know. If you were to go then you would be safe.”

Amelia was not the only one with ideas; Peter had an idea of his own but he felt a need to speak humbly.

“You're ladyships, pardon me, but I would think it best for Princess Amelia to go for the gentlemen, as you see we would not waist time explaining directions nor would we risk Princess Rosanna becoming lost.”

Peter bowed to show that it was their decision and he was only there to help if they needed it.

Silence fell over the group as both princesses looked at Peter, and then Rosanna spoke.

“I agree with Sir Wright.”

Peter became red with embarrassment at being called by such a high title but neither Princess noticed because it was not light enough for them to see his face.

“I think we should do his plan.”

Rosanna continued.

“But I will not allow Sir Wright to stay here; he will go with you, Amelia. Take along his family, for their safety and both of your dignity.”

Rosanna stopped to gather her thoughts then spoke again with a quiet but authoritative voice.

“If, by chance, you cannot find whom you are searching then I order you both to go far away and do not return.”

This statement made the matter seam most urgent and all three realized that there was no time to waist.

Peter spoke up and his tone was one of frightened.

“I will gather my family, after that I will come back for you Princess Amelia, and then we shall leave. It should only take one hour at the most.”

Nothing more was said and Sir Wright left the dungeon. There was nothing for the Princesses to do but wait; and wait they did.

It did not take long before Sir Wright returned, he had not yet regained his composure but he did not fail in his purpose.

Peter informed the princesses that his family was waiting just outside the castle walls.

Princess Amelia looked at Peter very apprehensively.

“Sir Wright, are you positive that everything will go fine?”

Peter wanted to ease the Princess's mind but he could not for he could not even ease his own.

“I can guarantee nothing but we will try our best.”

Princess Amelia sucked in some air then nodded her head to inform Peter that she was ready.

As they were about to leave Rosanna ordered them to stop.

“Wait, Amelia, take this.”

Rosanna slipped off her cloak and handed it to Amelia.

Amelia received the cloak and flipped it over her body, only her face was uncovered.

“Thank you, Rosanna, please, do not do anything that you will later regret, no matter what.”

Rosanna slightly smiled but knew that she could not make any promises.

Peter opened the large door and scanned the area to make sure that it was clear then they left.

When the door rattled shut Rosanna shivered with fear. She knew that the only one who could help them now was one who saw everything. So Rosanna knelt down on the hard floor and lifted a plea for help to God.

She than rose and sat on the stone seat.

The silence and darkness overcame her and she leaned her head against the wall, allowing herself to drift off to sleep.

    Rosanna's stomach growled and woke her up; informing her that morning had come. She did not know if anyone had discovered what had happened. At every moment she feared that Derrick would be on his way.

 Though the silence was deafening, her growling stomach and the mice were somewhat of a comfort to her.

She watched as the dark figure of a mouse scampered across her boot , it than ran close to the door and suddenly jumped out of the way as  the dungeon door creaked open.

Rosanna felt a twinge of hope that Amelia may be back but that hope was soon crushed as she saw her captures face lit up by the torch in his hand.

“Good afternoon, Princess, I do not have time to waste so hurry up.”

Rosanna hurried to obey, anything to keep his mind off of Amelia.

Derrick smiled with pleasure at her obedience and put a hand to her cheek.

“Have a little changed of mind my Princess.”

Rosanna's stomach churned at the thought of his directness but she only followed in silence as he proceeded down the long passage way.

“You were not so ignorant as to think that I would not notice the absence of my sister and that revolting guard now did you?”

Rosanna continued to walk but her hands began to shake.

Derrick turned to look at her and smiled.

“No matter, they can do nothing after the wedding, which is why I have decided to have it early.”

The news was shocking and devastating. Would there be enough time for Amelia and Sir Wright to get back with the expected help? Rosanna was afraid that it would not be.

“I know it is a bit sudden but I feel that it would be best.”

Derrick seemed to look at her for some kind of approval but seeing none he began walking again. He held on to her arm forcing her to follow.

Rosanna tried to think of anything that would change his mind about moving the wedding to an earlier time but nothing came to mind.

~chapter five

a wedding of doom~

Rosanna was now beginning to recognize her surroundings; they were at her chamber. Men were not allowed into her private quarters; and she hoped that Derrick would have the courtesy to follow that one rule.

To her relief he only opened the door to allow her space to enter than he left.

Several maidens were standing in the room; they looked as if they had been expecting Rosanna. As the princess's eyes surveyed her chamber she saw a beautiful white gown laid carefully over the bed. It was quite obvious that the maidens were there in order to ready her for the wedding.

Rosanna knew that she must make enough time for Amelia and Sir Wright to get back but she was not sure how.

As the maidens busily swooshed about her, pinning the dress to her frame Rosanna discovered something she could do. She would be the most impossible bride that ever had lived.

It took some time for the dress to be finished. When the maidens had completed their project they allowed Rosanna to look at herself in the large looking glass.

Rosanna had to force a smile from coming on her face because she did look like the perfect bride but she was not interested in looks on this particular day. She did not even want to get married.

Rosanna made a most displeasing expression and focused her attention the head maiden.

“I did not order this gown.”

Her voice sounded whiny.

The head maiden blushed slightly then with her head ducked she replied.

“No, your ladyship, the queen herself ordered it for you, you fit it so perfectly.”

All of the maidens agreed. Rosanna mentally agreed also but at this time she had more important matters to attend to.

“It will never do! I wish my wedding gown to be perfect.”

Rosanna suddenly felt like a spectacle as the maidens stared at her with surprise and irritation.

“This is the most expensive dress I have ever made, your ladyship.”

The head maiden said with hurt thick in her voice.

Rosanna felt guilty for criticizing the maiden's work but she had to stall.

Now was the time for her plan. She had spotted a tea tray on a nearby table. Rosanna walked over to it and one of the maidens poured her a cup. Rosanna raised the glass to her lips but purposefully loosened her finger and let the hot tea spill on the bottom half of the wedding gown.

“Oh, your ladyship! What have you done?”

The maids began dabbing at the stain which only made it worse. Rosanna watched as the head maiden stormed out of the room. “Job well done”, Rosanna thought to herself. Now they will have to take time to get a new gown.

Just as she had finished congratulating herself, the head maiden came back in carrying a white gown much the same to the one that Rosanna had on.

Rosanna frowned deeply; she had only slowed progress for a couple minutes. Not long after, the tea stained dress was on the floor and the new one was fitted on.

“Good thing I had a backup dress, your ladyship, else I don't know where we would be.”

The head maiden smiled with pride that she had thought to be so prepared.

Rosanna grabbed for another cup of tea but the head maiden hurried to set it safely back on the table.

“Wouldn't want another accident to happen.”

She said humbly.

Rosanna felt much defeated, she could think of nothing more to do.

It did not take long for everything to be finished; down to the last curl she was ready. The maidens all looked on her with approval.

The head maiden then hurried all of the others out of the room and she followed but not before grabbing the tea tray.

 Rosanna though that maybe she could escape again but all hope was lost when there was a knock on her door.

There was no one but her to open it so she peeked through a little space.

“Father!”

She was surprised to see her father. His pail face indicated the sickness he had been fighting.

“I thought you were ill.”

The king turned and bent is arm for Rosanna to place her hand in the crook.

“Father, please listen to me. I can't do this.”

Her father frowned and turned to look at his daughter.

“Plans have been made. My illness has taught me that I am getting old and I need to relinquish the throne.”

Rosanna put her hand on his arm and pleaded.

“Father, Derrick was harming you. You do not know the whole story.”

The king looked deeply into his daughter's eyes.

“How dare you speak of your future husband in such a manner.”

Then he grabbed her hand, placed it on his arm, and began walking toward the awaiting wedding.

When they reached the ball room the king signaled one of the officers, most likely so that he could inform those inside of the bride’s arrival.

“Father, please!”

She was almost to the point of tears but when she saw the anger in her father's eyes she forced herself not to cry.

Then the music began to play and two ushers opened the doors.

The room was overflowing with people who had been ordered to remain completely silent until the end of the ceremony.

Derrick was in the front, he did look stunning but his dark eyes, glowing with triumph, revealed to Rosanna that he was still the same wicked King she had come to know.

Rosanna could not hide her true feelings. She looked frightened and her face was pale. It did not take long for the guests to notice and a whisper began moving around the large room.

Rosanna was stricken with her coming doom.

King Charles placed his daughter's hand into Derrick’s and took his seat. Rosanna noticed little of anything but she was puzzled that she did not see her mother anywhere. If father was well how could it be that her mother was not also present?

Derrick squeezed her hand to get her attention as the vows were begun. The words seemed to be all mumbled together with the soft organ music. When the next words were said, Rosanna told herself it was all a nightmare.

“If there is anyone present who feels that these two should not be joined together speaks now or forever hold your peace.”

Silence was the only answer.

“Then by the power invested in me, I now....”

Just then the large doors slammed open and a murmur went up in the crowd.

Rosanna and Derrick both turned in surprise as a man yelled out.

“Stop this wedding!”

Rosanna caught sight of Amelia and sighed with relief, but when she focused her attention on the man who had spoken, her mouth dropped open in surprise. The person was none other than Roger, the one she had met at the mine, and not far away stood the guard from the prison,  Sir Wright.

Silence engulfed the room until Rosanna's father spoke up.

“What authorities have you here, sir?”

Roger was about to answer when Derrick yelled out.

“How dare you, sir, to barge in this way!”

Roger smiled at Derrick before replying.

“I am sure that you know full well my reason.”

Rosanna did not know what connection the two men had but when she looked to see what Derrick’s reaction would be, she discovered that he did not look threatened.

“Do I know you, sir?”

He asked calmly.

Roger crossed his arms and rubbed his chin with one hand.

“You know, I think we have met before, where was that?”

Rosanna could tell that Roger was speaking sarcastically.

“O, that's right; I think we first met when we were babies!”

Rosanna had no idea what the speech was supposed to indicate but it appeared that Derrick did; His face flamed with heat.

“You are mad, sir, I have never seen you before.”

Roger arched his eyebrow then motioned for Amelia to come forward.

“I assume that you have never seen this woman before either, am I correct.”

Derrick looked Amelia over carefully then answered.

“No Sir, I have not.”

King Charles walked over to Roger and waved his hand in the air.

“Enough of this nonsense state your point, sir.”

Roger seemed pleased with the response. Rosanna saw Sir Wright hand her father a scroll as Roger spoke.

“As you wish your majesty.”

The King received the scroll and looked it over carefully before replying.

“I already know King Derrick’s background I do not need to read this.”

King Charles rolled the scroll back up and handed it back to Roger.

“I know the conditions on which King Derrick obtained his father's throne and I fear that you are wasting our time.  Guards show this man out!”

Sir Wright stood to attention when the King called but he did not move to obey.

Derrick looked relieved to know the king was taking his side.

After noticing that no one was coming for him and that the whole room was waiting for something to happen, Roger spoke.

“Your majesty, I am sure that you do not know the whole story of how Derrick obtained the throne. He poisoned his parents!”

Ladies hurried to cover the mouths to hold back their cries and men spoke out loudly.

Derrick pointed his finger at Roger and began walking toward him.

“You have stepped over your boundaries.”

The king was soon by Derrick’s side and ordering Sir Wright to arrest the man.

“How can you say such things? You have no right!”

King Charles directed a fire filled glare at Roger and Derrick angrily shouted at Roger.

“If you believe such lies than you certainly must have some proof.”

The room once again became silent as they waited for Roger to reply. Rosanna saw Sir Wright leave the room but he quickly returned and with him was the queen.

A look of concern crossed King Charles face.

“You should not be stressing yourself my dear.”

Queen Aria held her head up. Her dark eyes were very visible against her pale face. Anyone could see that she was not feeling the best.

“Not only did he poison his own parents but he also poisoned the queen and yourself.”

Roger spoke with confidence to the King.

“This is outrageous!”

The king looked momentarily shocked and then he attempted to speak something but then darted his eyes toward Derrick as if for explanation. The silence was embedded in the room as everyone watched the different emotions race across the King’s face. A sudden light brightened his eyes as he began to see the truth and the queen took that moment to reinforce what she knew.

“Darling, it is true.”

All eyes focused on the queen at this moment.

“As I was ill, King Derrick became most helpful; he even brought me my tea every day. Well, one day, when I was a little more conscious I watched as he poured the cup but I also noticed him pour something else into it also. Out of curiosity, I did not drink the tea for several days. When I began to feel better I immediately suspicioned poison. I secretly had a doctor test the drink and he did indeed find poison.”

King Charles looked stunned but Derrick’ expression did not change as he spoke to defend his position.

“You cannot believe this. The man has forced her into a lie.”

Queen Aria looked at her husband’s eyes and shook her head to assure him that she was telling the truth.

King Charles immediately began to see what he had been blinded to for the past weeks. His eyes riveted toward Roger.

“How is it that you know so much information?”

Derrick began to move nervously.

“I am King Derrick’s twin brother.”

The reply brought several surprised gasps from the crowd.

Suddenly everything began making sense to Rosanna. She remembered the shock she had felt that night at the mine, when she mistook Roger for Derrick.

Everyone turned to face Derrick who had sweat pouring down his face.

The King's expression became solid as he glared at Derrick. King Charles spoke quietly but everyone heard him

“Guards, seize him.”

.“You can't do this!”

Derrick cried out as he began looking around the room for some escape.

The King did not blink an eye but when he spoke this time it was with more volume.

“Seize him!”

 Sir Wright was not the only guard present but he was the only one that was close enough to do the king’s bidding so he pushed his way through the crowd. Derrick spotted him and began running in the direction of a side door.

~chapter six

A deadly deed~

Sir Wright made it to the door before Derrick had a chance to push it open; but Sir Wright was focused on running and he was not prepared for Derrick’s attack. The hard blow to his Jaw knocked him to the floor and before he could get back on his feet Derrick had escaped through the door.

Roger hurriedly ran after his brother with King Charles at his heels.

Rosanna noted that Derrick had entered a long passage, having only one exit. If she ran quickly she may make it there before Derrick did.

The group sat with amazed silence and watched as their princess scurried out of the room.

Just as she reached her destination, the passage door opened and Derrick slipped through then pushed his full body weight against the door. When he turned to look around the room he spotted Rosanna. He was not in the mood for games which was obvious by his glare of irritation.

“Come to stop…me… have you…princess.”

He was breathing heavily.

Rosanna stood her ground but felt foolish that she had not thought about getting someone to come with her.

She could hear her father and Roger shoving on the door that Derrick was against.

Derrick knew that he would not be able to make it out of the room before Roger and King Charles got the door open. Nor could he hold the door shut forever; He needed a different plan.

With speed, Derrick rushed away from the door just as Roger and the King pushed into the room. Derrick grabbed Rosanna by the neck and stuck a knife to her throat.

Roger and King Charles stopped where they were.

Rosanna stood frozen in her place.

“You make one move before I get out of this room and I kill her.”

Then Derrick scooted his feet and pulled Rosanna along.

Rosanna had learned from her father that if she were to be taken anyplace against her will that she must not make it easy on her kidnappers. So Rosanna made her body limp and Derrick had to grab her around the waist to keep her up.

“Walk, Princess!”

He ordered but she did not obey and Derrick began to panic.

“Move I said!”

Rosanna could feel the cold blade of the knife upon her skin and braced herself for the painful cut when suddenly Derrick Cried out in pain and slumped to the floor. The knife cut Rosanna as it slipped from Derrick’s grasp. Rosanna put a hand to the cut as she turned to see what had happened. She was surprised and relieved to see Old Bear holding a chair firmly in his grasp.

Rosanna remembered the cut and pulled her hand away from it, blood covered her hand. She could hear her father calling to her but his voice continued to move farther and farther away.

King Charles watched his daughter fall to the floor and hurried to her side.

He picked her head up into his arms and began to make sounds as his body shook. Then he cried out loudly.

“My Daughter! My Daughter!”

Sir Wright came into the room and surveyed the situation. Derrick began to move and Sir Wright hurried to tie him before he could get away.

Roger walked slowly over to the king, who knelt with one knee touching the floor.

Roger saw the beautiful face of the brave princess and struggled to hold back the tears that attempted to come out at the sight of the blood that was coming from her throat.

Roger knelt on the opposite side of Rosanna and put a hand over her nose he could feel the faintest tickle of breath.

“Your majesty.”

The king did not look up; he seemed to be in a trance.

“She is still alive, your majesty.”

King Charles lifted his eyes to see if Roger were speaking the truth.

Then he put his ear against Rosanna's chest to listen for heart beat. His voice broke as he called to Roger.

“Hurry..find a doctor.”

Before Roger could move, a man came forward and spoke.

“I am a doctor, but before I can examine her I must have a private room.”

The king tried to lift his daughter into his arms but his body was still weak from the poison and he could not lift her.

Roger scooped Rosanna into his arms and hurriedly carried her into her chamber.

He now knew why she had been so frightened of him at the mine. He could not believe that she was the same girl that had begged him not to harm her; not after the way she had stood up to his brother.

She was a brave soul.

~chapter seven

a mended wound~

One year later-

Rosanna smiled at herself in the mirror as she surveyed her wedding gown. She had ordered the same dress that her mother had ordered for her first wedding. The only exception was that she had ordered the neck to be higher to cover the small scar that gave a constant reminder of the cruelness of Derrick. The maidens were pleased that she was so happy.

It had not taken long for the entire realm to discover the story of the failed wedding. Derrick was banished to an island far away and Roger took over his father's kingdom.

Old Bear was appointed to be chief adviser to Roger, the new king.

Sir Wright was awarded for his deeds by the honor of being knighted. The day that Rosanna was well enough to leave her chamber, Roger had found her and asked her to marry him. Rosanna was still recovering from her last proposal and she refused. The two brothers looked so much the same that she feared she could never marry Roger but after three months of his asking, Rosanna accepted, to his great relief.

Once more her father came to get her but this time she had no reservation.

“Are you ready?”

Her father asked. She took a deep breath then nodded just as the large doors opened.

King Charles put his daughter's hand in Rogers and as all tales must end; they lived many happily ever after.

                                The End

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