A/N: I own nothing. Stephanie Meyer owns everything twilight. ENDING CHANGE, MORE ADDED. Sorry guys, the chapter didn't upload properly, and chapter gour is on it's way! Lotsa love, Chris Sensei
Rosalie's POV (Point Of View)
I took the roses up to my room, putting the bouquet on my drsser, smiling. It wasn't the first time I'd received flowers, but it was the first time I'd gotten flowers from royalty. At this point, the subtle connection hadn't occured to me between getting the flowers and my mother insisting I get dressed up to give my father his lunch. That would come in time. I admired the flowers for a while, then resumed getting ready for bed. Brushing out my hair in front of the mirror, I imagined having my own home, with a husband who loved me, and a little daughter running around the house, golden locks bouncing, smiling and laughing. A garden to have tea in, 2 or 3 servants making a lunch while I gossiped with Vera and my other friends, little Henry keeping my darling company. A knock sounded on my door, and the vision vanished, my mind bouncing back to reality. "Rosalie, dear, may I come in?" It was my mother.
"Yes, mother, of course," I replied, setting my brush down and moving to the bed.
"Oh, Rose aren't you excited that those flowers were sent to you!" She gushed. I nodded, a faint smile playing on my red lips.
"I've gotten flowers before, mother," I said. Her smile faded a bit.
"But, Rose, it's Royalty!" She exclaimed. Now I broke into a wide smile, letting down the careful walls I built up in public.
"Oh, yes, it's wonderful! And he's so handsome! Did you know I saw him at the bank today when I was dropping off father's lunch?" I asked.
"Oh, er, no, I had no idea he would be there. What a coincidence. Oh, Rosalie, he must have seen you and sent you the flowers"
I was busy trying to envision Royce's face, so I missed the half guilty look in her eyes when she answered my question.
"Well, dear, I'll let you get off to bed," my mother said, smiling. I smiled back in response, happy that maybe my hapy ending would be coming sooner than I had inticipated. That night, as I went to bed, I thought of my future, seeminly bright at the time. I smiled again, and the last thing I saw that night was the bouquet of roses, pale in the moon light.
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The next day, I went out again, this time wearing a light bluse dress that complimented my eyes, looking for only one man. The usual stares followed me, but I was oblivious to them, searching only for a flash of almost white - blonde hair in the crowd. After an hour of looking, I stopped in at a cafe, taking a break. I was seated out doors, waiting for my drink to come, when he came up to me. "Excuse me, miss?" Royce said. I stared up at him, smiling.
"Yes?" I answered.
"Miss, it's very warm and I was wondering if I could sit with you for lunch?" He asked, smiling in return. My smile grew wider and I motioned to a chair across from me.
"Allow me to introduce myself," Royce said, sitting. "I'm Royce King the Second. I sent you the roses last night. Did you like them?" he asked.
"Oh, that was you?" I asked, teasing him, smiling so he would know. He was playing my favorite game, and I thought myself one of the best players. "Yes, I loved them. They're upstairs on my dresser right now, and I must say they add a certain charm to the room. My name is Rosalie Hale, by the way. It's a pleasure to meet you" I replied.
" The pleasure is all mine. I'm so glad you like them. Though they do pale in comparison to your beauty," he replied. I think that was the first time I blushed after receiving a compliment. He noticed and smiled.
"Oh, thank you." I smiled at him. Just then the waiter arrived, setting down my tea. Royce asked for some coffee, then resumed talking to me. He sat with me all through lunch, and we continued talking for most of the afternoon. That night, another bouquet of roses came, red and beautiful. This time I put them in my window. My room smelt like roses now. And this time the note said : "Thinking of you. I'll see you in my dreams." It was the second time I'd blushed that day. I smiled and went to bed, closing my eyes and drifting off into dreams, once again of my bright future. And this time, my Prince Charming had a face. It was the first night i dreamt of Royce, his smile playing in my dreams. For the next 3 weeks, roses would be delivered to my house every night, and then, one day when Royce said that my eyes were like violets, they showed up along with the roses for another two weeks. The past five weeks were filled with parties and social gatherings, places where people could see us. It made me happy. They were the best weeks of my life, a life that was soon coming to a close, without my knowledge. At the end of the five months, the happiest moment of my life happened. It was one of the rare moments we had alone. It was a full moon that night, and we were walking in the rose garden at a party, for once all alone. He pulled me onto a garden bench and held me against his side.
"Rose these past few weeks have been wonderful. And I love you so much," he said. I smiled and blushed, something I'd been doing a lot over the last few weeks. "Oh, Royce, I love you, too." He turned to face me and pulled me into a gentle kiss, holding me there.When he finally pulled away, he got up and stood in front of me. I began to get up too, but he insisted that I stay seated for this. I smiled softly. And then, he sank down onto one knee in front of me, his hands reaching for his pocket. I gasped and smiled hard now, almost not believing what was happening.
"Rosalie Lillian Hale," he began, "Will you agree to be my wife, for now and forever, till death do we part?" he asked. I couldn't answer for a moment, my hand hovered in front of my mouth, and my eyes filled up with tears. After a second or two, I finally found my voice.
"Oh Royce, yes! Yes, of course I'll marry you!" and with that he leapt up and gathered me into a hug and kissed me once again, but more intense than before. At this point, it was the happiest moment of my life, never to be forgotten. After that night, everything seemed to move at the speed of light, and the marriage was planned to be two weeks later. I was so excited. I was also no longer jealous of Vera. In point of fact, I pitied her. I would soon have everything she did, only better. The first week passed in a blur of invitation sending, church booking and dress fitings. And the, one week before the wedding, I went to go visit Vera, probably for the last time before I was a married woman.
"Oh, Rosalie," Vera said, " I can't believe you're getting married. It seems like only yesterday you told me about meeting Royce. And what a handsome husband you have! Rosalie Hale, you have to be the luckiest woman alive." I smiled at her praise, as usual, and all too soon, the visit came to an end. Vera walked me to the door, Henry in her arms and her husband at her side. He kissed her and took Henry to put him to bed, leaving Vera to say good bye to me. But the kiss bothered me. When he kissed her, it was like time stopped for them, and all his love for her was transfered between the two, and nothing, not itme, distance or people could ever seperate the two. It wasn't like that with me and Royce. Shaking my head, I shook the thought away. Royce was my joy, my life, and someday soon, we would have the same thing.
"Oh, Rosalie, it's been so good seeing you again," Vera said. "We simply must get together again soon. And, of course, I'll see you at the wedding next week." She smiled as I began walking home, the door shutting behind, a final, resounding, some how ominous sound. I shivered and pulled my jacket closer around my body, and hurried home.
A/N: Ok, third chapter up! Please, review, I need to know what the readers think! Plus, the action is coming in the next chapter! You all know what I mean.