A/N: I only own the plot, all known characters belong to Richelle Mead. Beta by: KCLutz4475

Rose's POV

I've been on the run ever since I found out that my twin sister Isis was killed by rebel forces in a bid to gain the throne. I'm the youngest and was always considered the wild one; I was returning home one night from a night out clubbing with my friend Lissa and that's when I came across two people talking about Isis's death. I learned everything about what happen, when and who did it. I let out a tiny gasp, but I guess it wasn't as quiet as I thought, because the two men turned in my direction and when they saw me, they started towards me, I ran and I have been running ever since.

I have been in America now for a couple of weeks; Montana specifically, the good thing is that no one here seems to recognize me for which I am thankful for. I have no money and only the clothes on my back which are starting to get frayed. I eat scrapes and sometimes people feel sorry for me and they give me a meal or two, a warm shower and a place to sleep for the night. There were many people that suggested that I stay with them for awhile, but I always told them that I had to keep going. It had been almost a whole day since I last ate and I decided to head into the woods to see if I could find some berries to eat or maybe there was someone having a picnic and I could either get something from them or steal something.

I never thought that my life would end up like this; walking around in the same clothes for days on end, barely eating anything and having no money. I was passing by a meadow, when I saw an extremely handsome man leaning up against a tree with a sketch pad on his propped up knees and a pencil in his hand. I couldn't see the color of his eyes, but his hair was shoulder length from what I could tell and it was a few shades lighter than mine. I stared at him for the longest time, but suddenly his head shot up and he looked all around him, I tried to hide in the trees more, but as soon as his eyes made contact with mine I couldn't look away from his brown eyes and it seemed that he couldn't look away from mine. I had never seen someone as handsome as him before; we stared at each other for the longest time, but when he started to move that's when my brain kicked in and I started to run.

I ran and ran I looked over my shoulder to see that he was still following me; I gasped and picked up my speed. I hoped that I would be able to throw him off my tracks, but when I turned around again, I saw that he was still following me. I tripped over something and went crashing to the ground hitting my head as well.

My eyes began to flutter open and I also felt that I was lying on something soft; I opened my eyes fully and sat up slowly taking in my surroundings. I was in an unfamiliar room, there was a fireplace directly in front of the bed that I was laying on which I noticed was a four poster bed, to the right of the bed was French doors that I saw were open. The doors opened up onto a balcony and a window on the other side of the fireplace, the carpet was white to match the white comforter on the bed as well as the sheer curtains on the posts of the bed.

I knew that I have never seen anything like this room before and I wonder if the people that killed my sister kidnapped me, but if that was the case why would they put me in a nice bedroom; you think that they would put me in a dungeon. I slowly got off the bed and walked over to the closed door and tried the handle, I was pleased to find out that I wasn't locked in here. I walked out of the room and decided to go left, I passed no one and on occasion I stopped to open a door here and there to see if I could get any indication of where I was.

I found a library, a huge bathroom and a swimming pool. I had to pull myself away from the pool room, because I really wanted to go for a swim, but knew that I had to find out where I was and how to get out of here. The next door I opened was an art room and that's when I saw him, the man who was chasing me through the woods before I woke up here. I didn't know what to do, should I go to him and demand him to tell me where I was and who he was or do I try to sneak out of the room without him noticing me and make a run for it. I had just made up my mind to make a run for it when he shifted and I caught a glimpse of what he was painting... it was me.

I gasped and he spun around and looked at me and said with a slight Russian accent "Oh I'm so sorry that I wasn't with you when you awoken."

"It's fine." I mumbled to afraid that this was all some sort of horrible trick he was playing to get me to trust him.

"Please come in and take a look." He said with a smile, I nodded and then slowly walked into the room, as I got closer to him, he moved so that I was able to get the full look of the painting, I was amazed at how beautiful he made me look on paper. I've always known that I was beautiful, but to see myself done in painting form and well for that matter; was a shock.

He came to stand next to me and said, "Do you like it Princess Isis?"

I was shocked to know that he knew my sister. I turned to him and said, "It's very beautiful, but I'm not Isis, I'm her twin Rose."

"Oh I'm deeply sorry Princess Rose; please forgive me for not knowing."

I gave him a small smile while trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall, but this man seemed to know that I was sad, because he said, "Why are you about to cry, Roza? Is it something that I've said?"

"No it's nothing that you said."

"Then what is it?"

"I don't know if I can trust you. I don't even know who you are."

"Dimitri Belikov and anything that you tell me will be kept between us."

"Dimitri Belikov, the famous Russian artist?"

"The one in the same." He said and then smiled cheekily at me.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, your art is amazing."

"Thank you, now would you please tell me why you are about to cry?"

"It's a long story."

"Alright then, let me clean up a bit and then we can go and have a seat somewhere comfortable."

"Alright I just hope that I'm not making a big mistake in trusting you."

He placed his hand on my cheek and said, "Roza, I promise you that I will never harm you and I will help you in any way that I can."

I nodded my head and when he took his hand from my cheek the warmth that I felt with it there, left. Dimitri washed his hands and then he escorted me out of the room and down the hall until we came to a study. He guided me into one of the chairs by the fireplace and took the one opposite me and asked me to tell him what was wrong.

A/N: Hope y'all enjoying the world that I'm creating *waves* until next time