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Ten - New Beginnings
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Part TwoRPOVThe sky was as grey as a murky lake. Rich, fresh dew permeated the morning air and surrounding greenery. While the damp, early coolness felt calming, I wished there was more sunshine this time of year; dark days never brightened my mood.I wore a thick, dark gown with long sleeves and a comfortable petticoat. My luscious, wavy hair sat in a neat bun, and a feathered hat rested atop my head. My feet were covered in heeled, black boots while my hands hid inside a pair of matching gloves. I'd decided to not wear adornments today, for there was going to be a lot of traveling. When people traveled, there were thieves ready to snatch."Rose, how did you get dressed and ready so quickly? It took me about three hours preparing for this journey," Lissa exclaimed, exiting the manor and walking over to me. She was dressed in a warm, vibrant gown that illuminated her pale skin. Her platinum-blond hair was half loose, and she wore lots of jewelry.My eyes rolled. "Oh, Lissa. You're a
Happily Ever After Twelve - Not All Changes Are Bad
DPOVAs I walked in the Siberian cold, the sky was transforming from a collage of orange, yellow, and pink to an endless ocean of blue and violet. My eyes squinted as a powerful wind blew and whipped back some stray stands of my hair. My dark, long coat billowed around me as the freezing temperature chilled some of my exposed skin and caused me to shiver. Somehow, through these unfavorable weather conditions, my body retained some warmth at the mere thought of Rose.When I had ran into her in the city of Moscow, I found her to be quite an interesting, young woman. Not only was she exotically beautiful, but she'd had a fierce and caring essence about her that made her resemble light. One couldn't simply glimpse at her and walk away—once you noticed her, your eyes followed and reveled at how captivating she was, how brightly she burned. Yet, there was also something about Rose that seemed dimmer...sadder...What was her history? What had happened in her life?She was probably thinking t
Happily Ever After Thirteen - When Broken Things Mend
RPOV"How was the outing?" Lissa wondered, coming over to stand beside me. She wore a flowing, pale blue gown that emphasized her porcelain skin and had long, lacy sleeves. Her slender waist was smaller due to a corset, and white gloves covered her delicate hands. Straight, platinum-blond hair fell down her back like a waterfall. As always, Lissa was angelically beautiful.Yet, it countered her expectant stare, her desire to know my answer. My heart was palpitating underneath my ribcage—its beat filled my ears as sweat gathered on my forehead and in my shirt. How could I possibly tell her that Cesarevich Dimitri taught me swordsmanship? She wouldn't approve. It was against everything we were taught..."Rose." I looked up from my hands, meeting Lissa's curious and concerned jade-green gaze. "What's the matter? Why can't you just answer my question?" A soft laugh escaped her, but it quickly ceased, for she fell serious. Lissa drew closer to me. Her voice was barely a whisper. "You didn'
Happily Ever After Fourteen - Defying Tradition
RPOV—One Month LaterCesarevich Dimitri's silver sword narrowly missed my head as I ducked late. I could hear the sound of pure metal swiping against air, and my heart thundered in my chest while I laboriously breathed. His dark brown eyes pierced mine, and sweat poured down both of our bodies as if we were melting. Strands of lighter hair were plastered to his face. "Focus, Rose," he demanded.Nodding, I quickly recovered and gathered my strength, gripping my sword in my hands. The ornate hilt felt warm and slippery underneath my skin, but I imagined that the blade was as cold as ice. Cesarevich Dimitri and I circled for a while, until he found an opportunity and swung at my open side; however, I saw it coming and blocked, pushing his sword back."Good," he commented, his intense gaze brightening and lean body relaxing. Then, it darkened and he fell back into the instructor's mindset. "But I know you can do more than that, Rose. Take advantage of your potential." I nodded, then conce
Happily Ever After Fifteen - The Sunday Bunch
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Happily Ever After Sixteen - With Love Comes Misery
RPOVTense silence hung between us, poisoning the atmosphere as if it were a toxic chemical. Tasha led me down an abandoned hallway, her silver gown gliding against the marble floor in the softest fashion. As my eyes stared at her dark haired head, I couldn't help but gulp. What on earth did she want to discuss with me?"So, Rosemarie," Christian's aunt slowly began. "I've been noticing your behavior around Cesarevich Dimitri and vice versa." Instantly, my body grew cold, and my heartbeat seemed to slow. Tasha stopped walking and turned to me once we reached the end of the hallway. Her ice-blue eyes pierced mine knowingly…I was certain a hint of jealously was present.I couldn't find my voice for several moments. All the while, she simply stared with the most penetrating gaze. "What are you suggesting, Lady Ozera?" I squeaked out, knowing her answer all too well. I glanced down at my hands as time progressed; they were pale.Tasha pretended to wonder, closing the distance that separat
Happily Ever After Seventeen - Pursuits Of Happiness
RPOVThe wintry, cold morning brought a poignant feeling upon me—white, fresh snow was falling to the earth in sheets, and the dark trees were extremely bare, their gnarly branches resembling a witch's claws. Weather like this made me feel dead and hollow, as if I was a ghost lurking within a human form. The Russian children playing outside, laughing and running without a care, couldn't even uplift my spirits.Why had Mother's demise occurred during this season? It was supposed to be a time of happiness, reunion, and love. However, every time winter arrived, I couldn't help but think of sadness, emptiness, and pain.I recalled Father advising me to always hold the positive memories close to my heart, but how could I when the negative ones dominated my thoughts? That had been my excuse, and quite naturally, he grew so tired of hearing those words that he had ceased trying to fix me.For the most part, I did mend myself. Yet, that small voice inside my head, hidden deep within my consci
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