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Chapter Two – Stolen

She'd watched them burn on the fires, her loved ones, her family. Her life had been burned with their city as the villagers fled into the mountains for sanctuary. Rosalie had been found quickly, now knowing because it was she was the object behind their attack. As women around her were attacked and dragged away men were warned not to touch her as she was bound and gagged then dragged through the ruined city. "She belongs to the Prince," the soldier's who carried her said.

Rosalie had remembered Prince Royce as the twisted son of the evil King Agamemnon and her impression did not improve as he stroked her cheek and told her she will do nicely. After being kept as a prisoner she was then threatened with death to show off the Prince's prize in the main hall. She'd never felt so humiliated in her life as she walked into that hall, all those eyes on her as though she was nothing more than an object for their pleasure.

Rosalie had kept her stubborn determination not to show her weakness to Prince Royce until she'd caught a glimpse of the young man sitting beside him. He watched her with disgust and concern; his deep blue eyes seemed to see more of her than anyone else simply because he was the only man who looked into her eyes. It frightened her when she felt the desire to go to him and lost her focus as she felt even more exposed. She couldn't go back to her cold demeanor until Royce clicked his fingers at her, his evil smile a reminder of who had put her here. She challenged her mind to focus on her hatred and she walked slowly out the room. A servant woman quickly draped a cloth around her and she let out a sob, holding her face in her hands as she cried. The woman did not speak but ushered her down a hall into a room that was guarded by two soldiers. The door was locked behind them and she wordlessly removed the cloth and dressed Rosalie in a gold gown, fastening brooches on the shoulders. The material was expensive and soft but Rosalie did not care as long as she was once again covered.

The servant was nervous and would not make eye contact with Rosalie as she worked on adjusting the dress quickly. It was a few minutes before Rosalie was composed enough to notice the servants behaviour and it made her anxious. She wondered why so late at night she'd been instructed to dress Rosalie, surely she could just go to bed now. Did they expect her to dine and celebrate with them after her exhibition? If they did there was nothing she could do. She could try to run away, but to where? The idea of belonging to the Prince was inconceivable; she was a Princess not a slave. If they wanted her to marry him they would have to drag her to the wedding alter. She calmed herself as she told herself she had to remember who she was.

The servant brushed her hair then led her to a dressing table with a bowl of cool water to wash her face. She washed her tear stained face and dried it on the towel offered to her by the still silent servant. She looked at the woman who was avoiding her gaze.

"Why am I being dressed?" she asked the woman.

"You need to be looking your best," the older woman answered quietly.

"For what?" Rosalie asked as her stomach tightened.

The older woman didn't respond but turned away and left the room before Rosalie could think of anything to say. She turned away from the closed door and walked to the open doors that led to the balcony. Rosalie looked out at the harbor, the ships barely visible in the dark. She'd never felt so afraid, so angry and so lost.

Rosalie turned when the door opened and Prince Royce enters, taking in Rosalie slowly as he closed the door behind him.

"My sweet Rosalie I hope you have not been waiting for me long," he began with a smile.

Rosalie took a step back from him, glaring at him. "I wasn't told what I was waiting for," she snapped.

He took a step towards her, his tone more serious as he spoke. "Careful there Princess, I prefer more obedience from my women."

"Your women?" Rosalie scoffed taking a step back as he stepped towards her.

"Yes you're one of them now, Princess Rosalie." His eyes were undressing her and she wanted to jump from the balcony. He stepped quickly towards her and grabbed her by the upper arms.

"Let go of me," she spat angrily. "You wanted a bride and you slaughtered my people for one. You've won me now let me be."

"Did you think I could wait another night to claim my prize?" He answered ripping open her dress to her horror.

"No!" she screamed and pushed him away with all her strength, but he held her firmly bruising her arms. "You want to marry me you can wait." She spat venously.

Royce instantly swung his fist and hit her hard in the face, the blow throwing her to the floor as she cried out. He picked her up and threw her on the bed. Despite the pain burning through her cheek she kicked her at him hitting him in the chest. He forced her legs apart and lied on top of her, hitting the right side of her face again with the back of his hand. Rosalie fought against him as he pulled her clothes off but it was no use, he was too strong. His hard hands explored her body, squeezing her breasts till they bruised with one hand while holding her arms with his other. The more she fought against him the harder he would hurt her. He pushed her thighs apart and terror ripped through her.

"Please," she sobbed looking at him for the first time.

Royce smiled at her and thrust into her brutally hard. He then had to cover her mouth with his hand when she started to scream in pain and she continued to fight despite the agony she was suffering. After what felt like hours but was merely minutes he grunted and collapsed on her. Rosalie sobbed and used her last pieces of strength to try to push him off her.

Royce laughed mockingly and rubbed his cheek against hers. "See it will always be like this," he whispered in her ear.

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Rosalie hadn't moved since Royce had left, her body in too much pain. Bruises were forming on her skin and her whole body ached. She couldn't go through that again. Rosalie carefully pushed herself up into a sitting position, crying out as her body ached. She'd never thought about how she would die, how she would draw her final breath.

She struggled to her feet and walked out to the balcony, determination forcing her to ignore the pain in her battered body. Her body shook with the effort as she reached the stone edge of the balcony, looking down below. Rosalie saw people gathered watching a musical performance by some servants. She couldn't risk others live as she ended her own, but she didn't know where to go without being caught. The doors were certainly still being watched by the guards.

Leaning against the stone wall for support, she looked around to see another way out. She saw a wooden lattice attached to the wall next to the door way covered in a vine. But above the level of this bedroom was a flat roof, she was certain she could walked across it until she found a safe place. She closed her eyes and focused on everything she'd lost, everything she'd been through and found the strength to hold onto the lattice and pulled herself up. Her muscles screamed in protest and she cried out as she climbed the lattice which groaned under her weight as she climbed onto the roof.

Rosalie walked unsteadily across the stone roof to the other side of the roof, looking down to see the steep hillside. She trembled as she saw that this was the perfect opportunity. She closed her eyes to concentrate. You could not live like this, she told herself. You will not live as a slave as some plaything to an evil man and you'd rather die than give him children as his wife. She trembled and leant her hands on the stone wall. You would rather die. Tears rolled down her cheeks, she didn't want to die. She wanted to grow old with a man who loved her, raise his children, watch them play as she held his hand. But it was no longer an option, Rosalie understood that now. Her family was dead and she wanted to join them, she wanted peace and safety. Rosalie opened her eyes and took a deep steady breath. "This is the only way," she said aloud. Crawling onto the wall, she stood shaking like a leaf as a warm breeze blew behind her.

Taking a final breath, she prepared herself but before she could jump she was grab roughly around the waist and thrown off the wall back onto the roof. She cried out in agony not from the pain in her body but the swift realization that she'd been caught before her escape. The strong arms twisted her around so when both bodies landed she was on top of him. She threw herself from him and pulled herself up on the wall trying to climb but she was quickly grabbed again.

She turned to look at the man she immediately recognized as the blue eyes from the court who wouldn't look away from her own eyes. "Let me go," she gasped her voice filled with a mixture of pleading and anger.

"No," he answered in a calm unthreatening voice.

His calm undemanding demeanor was unsettling and she tried to pull away. "Please I beg you let me be as though you never saw me."

"I can't do that, Princess," he answered, his grip held her in place against the wall.

Tears roll down her cheeks uncontrollably as she pleaded with him. "You have to let me go, please don't hurt me." She sobbed looking down.

His voice was a gentle whisper was such a contrast to his strong exterior. "Calm yourself, I will never hurt you." She looked up through blurry eyes as his grip relaxed on her arms.

She registered the pain she was in from his touch. "Why did you save me?" she asked as she felt the pain through her body from her physical exertions.

The man was confused as he looked at her. "Why?" he repeated as though the answer was obvious.

Rosalie couldn't speak as more tears fell; she never wanted anything as much as she did now it was taken away. She felt every ache, she felt the stabbing pain where she'd been brutalized and a bruise forming in every place he'd touched her.

His hand cupped her bruised cheek and she jumped away from him, through fear not pain as his touch was very gentle. "I'm sorry you're hurt," he said, his hand sliding gently down her neck to her upper arm.

She felt weak and had to lean back against the wall as she held back the need to be sick. "I want to die," she sobbed.

When she looked back up at him his eyes were bright in the despite dark she could see forming unshed tears of his own. "Let me help you," he whispered.

"You can't," she whispered back.

"I can take you away from here I'm from Troy I can take you to my home away from him. I will get you get out this place, I can keep you safe."

"You can't keep me safe, I've been claimed already he will not give me up to you, he made one war already to fight for me," she answered trying to compose herself.

"Please Rosalie, we will find a way I will sneak you out of palace, I will kidnap you if needs be. Don't you understand what I am offering you?" his eyes were intense and in that moment she believed him, she knew he would do it for her. But she couldn't let him risk his life for hers.

"Please…" she began and went to speak his name but realized she didn't know. "You are willing to risk your life for me and I don't even know your name," she whispered in amazement.

"Prince Emmett of Troy at your service," he answered with a wide grin. "Princess Rosalie it's a pleasure."

Rosalie wanted to laugh but it was more a sob. "It hurts so much," she said shakily.

"Let me help," Emmett whispered stroking her arm down to her wrist.

When Rosalie didn't reply Emmett getting moved beside her and placed one arm around her back and another under her knees. He lifted her as she though she weighed no more than a leaf.

Emmett walked across the roof to stone stairs. As he walked down the stair Rosalie became frightened. "Where are you taking me?" she asked terrified of being seen with a Trojan Prince.

"There's stairs led to the roof from our private balcony. Only my brother and I have access to it," Emmett answered reassuringly and opened the door into a very grand bedroom.

He closed the door to the balcony behind him and placed Rosalie gently on the bed. She gasped in pain as she placed her down and he whispered an apology. Emmett left her on the bed to lock the door and Rosalie felt a twinge of fear. He must have seen it in her face because he smiled and walked over to the bed.

"We don't want anyone finding you here," he said softly.

Rosalie nodded numbly and looked around the expensive furs and gold decorations. "They look after their guests," she commented.

"Rather extravagant for my taste but yes the Spartans are very egotistic." Emmett replied fetching a bowl and cloth from the table beside his bed. "Rosalie," he began in a soft tone. "You're hurt…"

Rosalie shivered as she remembered the extent of her injuries. "Nothing that can be healed in this moment," she answered. "I don't need to clean any wounds, it's mainly bruises."

Emmett looked as though he was holding back anger and he swallowed before saying, "There's blood on your dress," he pointed to the area and she down and saw spots of blood in her lap. Rosalie's hands trembled as she moved her hands to trace her fingers over the blood and the memory of Royce holding her down flash across her memory. "It's alright," Emmett quickly said rushing to her and she realized she'd began to breathe heavily enough for him to notice. "You're safe with me," he whispered brushing his hand across the unbruised side of her face.

Emmett picked her up and carried her into the adjoining washroom. He left her to clean herself up and then returned when she called to him. He took Rosalie back into the bedroom and helped her get into bed. She got comfortable as she could and he got into the bed beside her covering them both with blankets. Rosalie didn't understand that she wasn't afraid of him, but no matter how much she thought about her vulnerability she couldn't be afraid.

"Why?" she asked quietly when she felt him beside her.

"Because I think love you Rosalie," he answered after a moment. "I don't understand but I do with every fiber of my being from the moment I saw you."

"I think I love you too," she whispered in amazement. "Is that crazy?"

"No it's not crazy," he whispered back. "I'll take care of you Rosalie."

Rosalie reached behind her and took hold of his hand. "Stay with me."

"I'll never leave you again."