ROSEBUD

CHAPTER 1

JULIET: O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?

Deny thy father and refuse thy name;

Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,

And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

ROMEO: Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

JULIET: 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;

Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.

What's Montague? It is nor ha-

"ROSIE? Rosie, we know you're in here!"

My peaceful reading was disturbed as I hear my sister's voice call my name. I hear footsteps coming into the library. I sigh and close my book. Standing up from my secret hiding spot behind the many book shelves, I brush off dust from my dress and make my way out. I silently close the door that leads to my little reading nook and make my way out of the maze of bookshelves. I see my sisters, Caroline and Eleanor and gave them a small smile.

"Rosie, we've been looking everywhere for you!" 11-year old Eleanor said, rushing towards me.

"Why don't you ever tell us where your secret reading place is? Why can't we go see it?" 9-year old Caroline asked, curiously.

"Well, if I tell you then it wouldn't be a secret right?" I smirked. Caroline made a face at me. I giggled. "Now, why are you in such a rush to look for me?"

"It's time, Rosie! It's time!" Caroline exclaimed. I smiled. She held my hand as we jogged to our room. As we pushed through the double doors, I was immediately bombarded with questions.

"Rosie! Where have you been?" 14 year-old Lacey asked. Her twin, Leigh ran up beside her.

"You know we can't go to the garden if one of us is missing." They both crossed their arms at the same time. Twins.

"I'm sorry Leigh, Lacey." I patted their shoulders as I made my way to my bed.

"You were in your reading nook again weren't you?" 10 year-old Diana sat on my bed as I pulled out my sleeping gown and put my book inside the chest.

"She's always in there." Odette, 12 years old, plopped down beside her.

"Always lost in her books." Our 6th sister, Victoria, joined in on the interrogation.

"And what's wrong with that?" I challenged.

"What's wrong is that you're always so absorbed in them and you never have time for the important stuff. Like balls and boys, most especially boys." My older 17 year-old sister, Blaire exclaimed dramatically. I rolled my eyes.

"Of course that would be important to you, Blaire." I snorted.

"At least I'm not crazy and pretending to be in another world." Blaire grabbed my book and started flipping through it. "O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? What satisfaction canst thou have to-night? The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine." She dramatically read my book, changing voices to show different characters. "So you like romance, huh? Little Rosie wants to find love? Well, you should get your head out of the books and learn to be like the rest of us."

I glared at her. She was always saying things like this. Why can't you be more like us? You're so weird. You just don't fit in with us, Rosie. It was all in jest but the words still stung. I knew I was different from my sisters. Whilst they would love to go to balls each night and meet handsome princes, I would much rather stay in my nook and read my books, pretending to go to balls and meeting handsome princes. The only thing we all had in common was our love for dance. Something we could not freely express since our mother died and our father forbade us from dancing. Oh, mother. How I miss you so…

"That's enough, Blaire." Our eldest sister, 18 year-old Giselle, cut in. She gave me a sympathetic smile.

"You all know Rosie's weird and you just don't want to say it to her face." Blaire scoffed. I gritted my teeth.

"Rosie's not weird, Blaire. You're just jealous because she's smarter than you." Charlotte, 15 years-old, fought back. My younger sister always defended me and I loved her for it. Blaire glared at her.

"Whatever." She gave me one last glare before walking away from my bed.

"Don't listen to her, Rosie. You're different, yes but that makes you special. You're smart and caring and sweet and that makes you, you. Don't ever feel bad about that." Giselle put her arm around me. "Now, go get changed. We have to move fast if we want to have enough time for dancing and get at least 3 hours of sleep." I smiled at her. I quickly changed out of my day dress and joined my sisters in a circle around the painting on our floor. 12 flowers representing each sister.

Giselle stepped into the center of the circle and started to step on each flower in order of our birth. When she stepped on Sophie's flower, she spun three times and a magical staircase opened up in our bedroom floor. We first discovered the secret passage when we realized that the story that our mother used to tell us when we were little was true. That a magical kingdom existed where golden flowers grew and granted wishes. That there was a place where the princesses could dance for three nights without anyone finding them. The books she left us showed the same designs that was painted on our floor. I suggested that Giselle dance in the order of our births and see what would happen. Lo and behold the magic portal opened.

This was to be our second night in the garden. Today, our father, King Randolph, was suspicious as to why our shoes were so worn out. We told him that we just had a long walk. A very long walk. Needless to say, he was not convinced with our lie, I could tell by the look on his face. I tried to tell my sisters that we should postpone dancing until our father wasn't suspicious of us anymore but they all shut down my idea with Blaire telling me off again. I retreated to my nook after that confrontation. You think you're so smart, but you're not! I shook my head to rid these thoughts. There was no need for that in this place. We descended the stairs and slowly filed into the boat that was waiting for us. As the golden pavilion shines in the horizon, we all shared fond smiles. We exit the boat and go inside the pavilion. The golden flowers glistening in the nightlight.

"I wish we had some music, please." Sophie wished. The golden flowers opened and gold dust sprinkled around us. Instantly, music began to play. We all began to twirl and feel the music.

"Oh! I have an idea!" Charlotte exclaimed, excitedly. "I wish we were dressed like ballerinas."

Gold magic encircled each of us and transformed our dull gray sleeping gowns into beautiful, colorful tutus, each a different color. Mine was red like a rose. I smiled at the sight of my dress. With the music guiding our bodies, my sisters and I danced the night away.

A/N: First chapter up! So this is the first time I'm posting here lol please be nice cause I haven't written anything in like 847823284 years lmao

So this is a Peter Pan (OUAT) fanfic because I'm actually in love with Robbie Kay (who isn't). Rosie and her sisters are based on the fairytale The 12 Dancing Princesses, I mostly referred to the original Grimms version and the Barbie version.

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