Third installment of my VA series! Hope you like this, please review.

Chapter 1: The New

Rose Pov

Journal Entry 3.7 9:30 P.M.

So a year has passed since the Snow White thing. Dimitri and I got married, much to Tatiana's dismay. A lot has happened in the past year. I came home to discover that Lissa and Chris had gotten engaged. They asked me to be her maid of honor, and Dimitri is the best man. Also, Mia found an interest in Eddie. She isn't so bad anymore, really. She still lives with Tatiana, but she isn't a stuck up, nasty little bitch anymore. She and I could actually be friends.

Lissa and Mia ask me, if I ever regret biting into that apple, because now, the doctor says, I can never have children. The poison from another world messed up my body. I regret that I can never make Dimitri a father, but no, I do not regret saving Snow. Someone once told me, if you don't try to save one life, you'll never save any. I'm proud of what I did. ~Rose Belikov

'Bang Bang Bang'

I look up from my journal. Some one is at the palace doors. Why would someone be out this late, unless it is Mia? Lissa is here with me in the castle, so it can't be her. I sign my entry and close my small green book, placing it on a shelf, and head towards the library doors. I walk out of the library and with haste make down the red and gold carpet to the entry room where the big oak doors are sealed.

'Bang Bang Bang'

"I'm coming!" I call as I struggle to open the heavy doors. Wow Rose, you gotta start working out again. You're getting scrawny,' I tell myself. I thrust open the doors and pear out into the darkness, through the rain. A hooded character is standing there, soaked. "State your business."

"I am in need of shelter, and I wish to speak to her majesty, Princess Rosemarie Belikov," says a female Turkish voice. What is someone from Turky doing here?

"Come along, I am she," I say as I invite her in. The woman steps in, keeping her hood covering her face. She wears dark green riding pants, fitting as stalkings, and a dark green a shade lighter than her pants, and her hood is almost black, but is too, green. Her boots are a warn leather, black and healed. She looks up at me and pulls her head back, revealing dark brown locks, cut in layers, in a way I've seen boys cut their hair, and deep brown eyes. I gasp and back away from her.

"Why do you look exactly like me? Who are you?"

"In due time, Rose. I have urgent matters do discuss with you. Is there someplace private we could speak?"

"...The library."

"That will be fine. We will meet there, 6:00 A.M sharp. Now, if you don't mind, I have had a long and tiring journey.."

"Oh, yeah, right, I'll get you a room."

"Great, I've put my horse up in your stables."

"Uh...okay," I say mystified. I lead her up the stairs and show her to a room. What...the...Hell?