Hi There, I have been reading titanic fiction for quite a while now and have often wondered what it would be like to add my own fair to the Titanic Fanfiction family 3 So Enjoy :D
Petals of forever! A Titanic love Story!
Chapter 1/ Small Little Lessons
DISCLAIMER: I Do Not Own Any Of The Characters Except for Delany. All Rights are owned by James Cameron.
Rose's smooth red bouncy curls blew in the soft spring air one morning as she daintily searched for the perfect lily. Young Rose had just turned six and her curiosity was growing stronger by the day. She loved every little thing life gave her and was very strong for her age. While most young girls her age were inside brushing their hair and admiring themselves, Rose was outside wearing old overalls and big yellow rubber boots. She like splashing in puddles and loved to get muddy, her hair that was recently brushed by her mother was now a tangled mess tied up in an elastic. She really did not like her life she was born into. Parties, mingling, food that takes hours to prepare for nothing, getting dress up to meet useless people for useless events, just a waste of time. She longed for adventure, being outside, wondering what life was like for others different from her. She hated being tied down to the same routine everyday and her fellows students at her boarding school her mother enrolled her in were stuck up and rude.
She scanned the field that was a rainbow of orange and pink lilies and purple and bright red roses. She decided on a bright white rose and gently pulled it from the earth. She lifted the delicate flower up to her nose and smelled its fresh scent; It made her smile.
"Hello sweet Rose, I just thought to come over and see what you've been up to," said a young woman. Rose quickly turned around to find Delany, one of her mothers servants. Out of Rose's mothers servants and maids, Delany was Rose's favorite. She was the most down to earth and was very caring to others. Rose felt safe around Delany, and she was always learning new things from her, about life, love, an the world around them. Rose believed Delany to be her older sister figure and looked up to her as best as she could.
"Hi Delany, here I picked this for you, I hope you like it." smiled Rose, even though she was missing a few teeth.
"Why, thank you how nice, miss lady." Delany knelt down to Rose's eye level and inhale the scent of the flower. She then gave Rose a squeeze. "You know, this flower reminds me of something..."
Rose glanced back and forth between the flower and Delany, wondering what could compare the flower, to something that reminded Delany about it. "What?" asked a curious Rose.
"...Well, it's love, I'm in love with someone who is very special to me, and this flower reminds me of the love we so share. Unfortunately I have not yet told him of my love for him, but when I do I know we will spend forever together." Rose giggled at her response. Love, how could someone do such a thing? She thought.
"Really, you can choose who you can love?" questioned Rose.
"Why, yes. Why would you ask such a thing?"
Asked Delany.
"Every time my mamma, brushes my hair, she always tells me that "I am a beautiful girl" and that, "I Deserve to be cared for in wealth." Young Rose said as she crossed her arms.
"Sweetie, sometime your parents want the best for you, and that can be good in a way, but when you look at the big picture, all that matters is that your happy with the person your going to spend forever with."
"But what happens if my mother chooses someone for me that I don't like?" Said Rose, frowning.
"Honey, I remember when I was around sixteen and my mother wanted me to marry someone, that I did not appreciate of. He only cared for himself and frankly he didn't want to get married at all. Fortunately he called off the wedding, but when I met him I was very upset at my mother for choosing him behind my back, but luckily god wanted more from me and he gave me Eric."
"But how will I know when I meet my, let's say my prince charming, I like prince charmings, their in my picture books."
"Rose darling, one day you'll meet someone very special. You'll fall head over heels for him and you'll be together forever. But in the mean time, I want you to be your own individual. I want you to follow your dreams and don't you let anyone stand in you way, you are strong and I want you to believe in yourself."
"Yes miss Delany, thank you!" smiled Rose wrapping her arms around her neck.
That evening after dinner, Rose quietly sneaked into her secret fort in the attic of her mother four story house. The house was situated on a hill, close to downtown Philadelphia. The house had three indoor bathrooms and four bedrooms with manicured lawns, perfect for Rose's mother but for Rose she thought it was boring.
Rose had found the hideout in minutes of entering the house, two years ago. Not even Delany knows about Rose's secret place. Rose crossed her legs and looked around the small space. She was happy to call it her place. A place for her drawings of flowers and animals. Notes and quotes from authors of her favorite books were hung on the walls. Collections of items, everything from thimbles to paintbrushes, anything that caught Roses attention in some way. Rose opened a rusted pencil case filled with a bunch of colored crayons. She picked up a pink crayon and wrote "I will find my prince someday!" and pinned it to the wall. She then headed to bed and dreamed of her faceless prince.
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