I looked at the queen and if looks could kill, well… I wouldn't be the only one to do it. Truth be told, she'd probably be long gone after how many life's she's messed up. I mean really? Adrian and Lissa TOGETHER as in husband and wife? I would've thought she was joking but she had told me herself.

"HELL TO THE NO! I'm NOT related to you! Not one bit, I'm NOT a royal Moroi Dhampir, I'm not any of that shit and I sure as hell am NOT YOUR NIECE!"

Okay, so I may or may not have jumped at the queen to tear her face off, or gouge her eyes out. Her guards stood silently in front of her although one looked scared as fuck. I must look as scary as I feel…

The queen stood rigidly a sadistic smile on her face. You know I hate stupid people, people that ruin peoples life's just for the heck of it. You know humans should develop the same system animals do, the idiots that don't know when to shut the fuck up or when not to mess with people should… die.

"Oh. But you are Princess Rose, and you are now the last direct Hathaway princess"

The Queen has finally cracked.

No way in HELL, am I a princess. I'm a guardian and when I graduate I will dedicate my life to being Lissa's guardian. I think I was saying this out loud, pretty sure since the grin on her face just grew to the extent I thought her face would split in two.

"Guardian Hathaway you have been requested by the king of Russia to guard him"

Everybody averted their eyes to the man that had just walked into the room. He realized he had been interrupting something when he glanced at the stone cold face of his Queen. I smiled lightly at the man, if not beaming a little too brightly at him.

"OK. Thanks Liam"

I smiled triumphantly at the Queen. Funny thing how my smirk was mirrored exactly on her face, I tried to raise my eyebrow (damn Dimitri and his talents) but ended up raising both. I'm pretty sure I looked comical right now but that was the least of my problems, and good god isn't that right?

"Why the hells are YOU grinning, you have nothing to GRIN FOR!"

She nodded to her guards and they immediately picked me up. I put up a pretty damn good fight but then Dimitri was ordered to get me. My resistance went down like a… a… word…. Well there is no description of how I forgot how much I wanted my freedom.

Dimitri is like a drug for me; unhealthy but I'll always want him. Because… I love him.

I saw they were taking me off campus, oh to hell with that idea even if I' am in Dimitri's arms I'm sure as hell not about to leave my family behind. Not without a DAMN good fight.

I wriggled out of Dimitri's arms and tossed a quick kick where it hurt the most; I turned to the queens guards and quickly sent a mixture of unique kicks and punches at them. Of course they were no match for me.

I dived for the ground as Dimitri came for me; I tripped him and sent him flying, surprisingly. The queen's guards once again tried to get me, rolled over and jumped to my feet.

I was tiring.

And Quickly.

I looked at the queen to see her mumbling under her breath. With that last glare I was knocked out cold, whether from a swift punch or the spell thing old queenly had going on I couldn't tell.

*20 hours later, Russia*

I opened my eyes to see I was in a lavish room decorated in sky blue the color of a king fisher and gold. After I studied the room a little more thoroughly from fine silks to rubies and pearls I looked to the window.

Only there was one tinsy winsy little problem… a man blocked my way. He had a wine glass in hand and was mumbling to himself. The air became crisp and the room fell away to reveal a graveyard in autumn. Six forms wept atop one of the tombstones. Their tears hit my very soul; one girl looked up at me. Her auburn brown hair so much like my own mothers floated majestically around her. Her pale eyes had no warmth.

She is a ghost.

I walked closer to her and soon she was skipping around me. The other three girls also joined the festivities; hand in hand they skipped around in a circle around her. Their ghostly voices circled me in a cold fog.

"There is a clock that never strikes…

There is a cathedral that goes down and a lake that goes up…

There is a little carriage abandoned in the copse…

There is a troupe of little actors in costume…

And when you are hungry and thirsty someone is always there who drives you away…

That is the price Russia paid when four little princesses made their way…"

The voices faded and I opened my eyes again. The man with the wine glass now stood above me his eyes holding a twinge of concern within their chocolate brown depths.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?"

Ah. The old Rose charm, always works.

The man simply chuckled and walked towards the door. He walked out.

"Well I didn't want to know anyway BASTARD"

The door once again opened let's just say I'm NOT a happy camper right now. All I really want right now is to disappear into this mighty comfy bed and never return… okay maybe that's not correct. The politically correct term for what I REALLY want would be this: Little baby Dimitri's and Rose's running around my house while protecting Lissa and living with my family.

This day dream is not to be, especially not for me.

In walked… a childhood enemy. Catalina Reveres is a Moroi with a lot of attitude not to mention she did a number of things I can only vaguely comprehend. Not that I really actually want to comprehend… eww.

"Hey there Rose… I see my revenge is in full swing"

I chuckled and squinted my eyes a little as if she were a mirage.

"Oh, Catalina I almost didn't recognize you with your legs closed" She harrumphed and stomped out of the room, a trail of curses winding behind her. The man walked back in with a tray of food setting it down on the beautiful cherry oak bedside table.

He smiled brightly "Hello Rose. I took the liberty of getting you some food as you can see. By the way, I'm your Uncle Alexei… your mother's brother"

Oh Fuck. I'm in deep shit.

*Christians P.O.V*

I watched as Kirova dried her tears again… for the fifth time. Every time I ask where Rose is, the damn woman just broke down into hysterics.

You know it has been scientifically proven that guys are turned off every time a woman cries, there's a chemical in woman's tears and when men smell it they are automatically turned off… or something like that.

Once again I asked her where Rose is, she simply handed me a map and pointed to Russia. FINALLY GETTING SOMEWHERE!

I hurriedly sat down in the chair.

"Okay… WHERE in Russia did the Queen and Dimitri take her?"

Kirova sobbed annoyingly loud into a tissue mumbling things here and there. Okay so she wasn't talking anytime soon.

I marched out of the room walking into Lissa she looked expectantly at me. I gave her the map nodding to her and we walked back to her room. Adrian was packing the rest of Lissa's clothes, randomly stuffing underwear, thongs, shirts, dresses and other such things into the last suitcase.

Lissa picked up her suitcase Adrian and I followed suit. We already had our plan lined out. Lissa had the front guards in her control it was also night or day… so it wouldn't be hard to get off campus with the guards out of the way then they would scour Russia till they found Rose.

We walked out of the front gates and into the awaiting limo. Russia here we come.