Disclaimer: I do not own Rose of Versailles

Chapter 4:

Bernard froze. His heart was suddenly beating wildly as if it was going to come out of chest. It… it… it… IT WAS HER! She was there standing in front of him in the bright setting of the door. She was still beautiful. She was dressed in a simple nightgown, her eyes has a burst of sweetness and tenderness in them. She had a bundle in her arms and held it with all her might. Bernard wished that he would become that piece of cloth to protect the trembling body of the young girl. Rosalie approached and whispered:

"Are you the Black Knight?"

"Yes… miss… It is I. They say that you were looking for me. Is there something you need?

"Yes." She approached him and came very closely to him. She took his arm and gently led him to the hallway. Bernard was swimming in bliss when she guided him. Suddenly he felt something cold touch the back of his neck. It was a pistol. "Release my Lady Oscar immediately." Rosalie said in a completely cold voice, pressing the gun she hid in her bag. "What!" Bernard exclaimed. "Give Lady Oscar back to me!" The young man felt betrayed. He felt so betrayed and so naïve. He had been blinded by his feelings that he did not see it coming. He cursed himself silently for not being able to notice right away. "Move" The girl growled between her teeth. "Take me to her cell, release her and let the two us be on our way.

"If I do not comply with your request, what will you do?

"If you do not comply, I will shoot you"

Bernard came up the hallway with Rosalie holding his arm. He never would have thought this innocent looking girl would be capable to do such a thing! How could she have found the courage to do that? Suddenly a detail came to mind. She called the prisoner "my". Bernard then felt his heart be torn in two. She was in love. She fell in love with Oscar. BUT OSCAR WAS A WOMAN. He chuckled under his breath. "You like "your" Oscar very much."

"Shut Up and move" the girl said in a voice less assured than it was before.

"You're not very good in hiding your feeling of hurt, miss."

"Move It!" Rosalie said in an almost begging voice.

"YOU LOVE HER!" Bernard said in a shocking voice. The girl could not say anything. Taking advantage of the situation, Bernard suddenly pulled away, with a wave of his hand he managed to throw away the gun to the ground and brutally slammed the girl against the wall and holding her by the shoulders.

"OSCAR IS A WOMAN! A WOMAN! YOU CANNOT LOVE HER! YOU CANNOT LOVE A WOMAN!" With that, the young man pressed his lips against the girl.

Rosalie stiffened. She tried to free herself from the embrace of this man, but her body was glued to his. She should have felt frightened, yet something was stopping her. Was it the contact of this man? Was it the smell? His hands that caressed her shoulders that held her even more? Was it those lips on hers? She relaxed and let go in the arms of this young man.

Suddenly Bernard felt brutally torn from Rosalie. The darkness did not allow him to see who owned the fist he felt on his face. He felt his head hit the ground, and before he lost consciousness, he heard the girl scream… a name he had heard….