Chapter 2

The waves and wind were in harmony, but there was storm beyond sight. The brown eyes watched her home disappear as her body was moving toward the unknown land. Despite her long and big braid, which was decorated with small white flowers, her dark and long hair was pushed back by the cold wind, which caressed her brown skin. She had never been outside her town, and suddenly she was forced to cross seas and oceans to reach a destination beyond her knowledge. The worst part was that she was forced to do it because another man's wish. Her decision to follow her father's order had nothing to do with her love to him but her duty as human. However, she felt regret and pain.

'If you are hoping to find your answers in the ocean you will be disappointed.' A familiar voice spoke from behind. She turned around to face Damon Salvatore, who was smirking to her. 'I do not recall that I have asked for your opinion.' She began to walk but was stopped by him as he grabbed her. 'Oh come on, sweetie. I am not such a bad man.'

'Your manners indicate otherwise!' She spat as she pulled her arm away from him.

'I didn't expect a savage to talk about manner.' He said as he stepped closer. Without moving away she mocked him as she said, 'Am I a savage? You are the one who have come to take something that doesn't belong to you!' She rushed away aggressively. Damon couldn't help to smile as he watched her walk away; but his smile became broader when his brother spoke from behind, 'If you are not careful than she might complain to the king.'

'Like they care for a savage's opinion.'

'She seems more civilised than you.'

He smirked, 'I can't help it. She is tempting me.'

'She is disgust by you.'

'Who cares for her opinion?' He said as he walked away.

'And this has absolutely nothing to with Katherine?'

'Why would this have anything to do with her?' He replied in a defending tone, which clearly showed his guilt.

'She going to the Castle; and you want to make Katherine jealous by showing affection for another woman.'

'Look at you; putting the pieces together.'

'You have to let her go.'

'I have. That is why she married that son-of-a-king.' He replied with disgust.

'She was playing you.'

'Now, Brother, aren't you forgetting your own role in this?' He smiled devilishly

'I am not; but I have moved on while you are still waiting for her. She has proven that she is devilish woman, who cares for herself more than others.'

'Isn't it charming?' He laughed pulled the rope to move the sail.

'She has married the prince, Damon. Don't piss her off. She will sacrifice you without even blinking.'

'She is determined.'

'She is sick.'

'I like a little fever.' He grinned to himself.

Stefan merely watched his brother and shook his head in disappointment. He walked off the deck; and due to his state of mind, he walked into the same woman, who had just fought with his brother. However, she was polite and spoke calmly. Her different accent was intriguing, and her brown eyes stared at him warmly. 'Pardon me, Younger Salvatore.'

'Ms. Rose, I am the one to apologize. I was not paying attention to my path.'

'That can be quite dangerous.' She smiled and continued, 'I assume you have had another discussion with your brother. If you don't mind, can I ask who this Katherine is?'

'You will meet her soon. She is the wife of Prince Nicklaus.'

'I thought she was a common citizen.'

'She was once, but then she got married to the prince. She fooled us both and chose wealth and power.'

'I see. I am sorry to know that even outside the kingdom, there are corrupt souls; but what else could I expect. When the domain is cruel, how can the people be otherwise?' She said with pain and anger.

She was not happy to hear his own country be criticized by a stranger's tongue. She was a stranger and curious creature, who had not the decency to censor her thoughts when they were not kind. Many unkind and harsh words escaped her tongues. Even her expressions mimic them, and she often breathed heavily which would blossom her chest. Her black garments were too revealing as they showed much of the shoulders. Even her ankles were visible when she sat down. Although, he did notice that her chest were well preserved. He couldn't help to think that she hid her chest more than the queen and princess. Her appearance was contradictory. Her long and big hair was always bound in a braid which would reveal her feminine body but her garments would cover them well as they were quite loose and bound by one white belt.

'You should not talk like this to the King. He is not a tolerating man.' Stefan warned when his thought had allowed him.

'I will not fear a coward who constantly needs to prove his power. I am not tolerating woman.' She said in a proud tone. It was another contradiction for Stefan. For him, to be a woman meant to be a tolerating being. However, he did agree with her. She did truly not seem to be tolerating at all.