Chapter 7: My life is screwed I Write Sins, Not Tragedies

~I Write Sins, Not Tragedies~

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Chapter 7: My Life is screwed

I ran to my appointed room, thankful I had learnt to run in stiletto's years ago. I launch myself on my bed and cry. Everything I know is a lie. My mother, my parents, my heritage, everything was lie. Unless the King was lying, but what use would he have to lie to everyone.

Knock, knock

I hear my door open and then shut, despite the fact I never replied to the person knocking. I don't turn to look at them, I keep my head in the fluffy pillow and continued to sob.

"Roza." The smooth Russian voice said from behind me. I rolled over and came face to face with my Russian jailer. I just glared at him, he is nothing more then my husband, my husband by force. A piece of paper. That's it.

"Leave." I all but shriek bloody murder. He sighs, but leaves anyway.

I start singing my song, Devils Don't Fly. Slowly I feel myself calm down. Sometime through my singing I feel arms wrap around me, holding me tight as I sob. Slowly as the sobs clear away, I become aware of what's happening around me. I look up and remember; today is my wedding day.

As I look round the room, my eyes lock onto Christian, Lissa, Vika, Karo, Sonya and Olena. My adopted family. Its then that I realize Olena has been holding me tight.

"Dddid ….Annny of youuuuu….knnnow?" I question through breaths.

"No, Rose I swear, why would I know anything?" Lissa questioned.

"Rose, we, as in my mother, us and Dimka only really meet you like three days ago. of course we didn't know." Sonya says quietly.

I look to Christian who looks awfully suspicious. "I gotta go." He says before whisking a kiss on Lissa's cheek and departing the room.

"CHRISTIAN OZERA!" I scream, "GET YOUR ASS BACK IN HERE!" I yell at the top of my lungs. He returns not two minutes later, with guilt ridden all over his face. "Tell me what you know." I seethe, spitting the words.

"Put it this way, I am very close with your brother, he has your real mothers eyes, his hair comes from your fathers parents and well he is very good at what he does." He says shrugging, a slight glint in his eyes.

"Who do I look like?" I say quietly.

"you are every bit your father. His hair, skin, eyes. Everything. I also know your father is desperate to meet you. But that is all I know. I don't know where your brother is, or even where your parents are. But I know they are desperate to meet you." Christian says quietly. Lissa walks over to him and wraps her arms around his waist and snuggles into him. I stare back at him in disbelief.

"How do you know this?" I ask somewhat angrily. Again he shrugs in his response.

"One day I will tell you Princess, one day." He said smugly. I groaned on response.

My wedding day was not what I had been expecting. I learnt I was the daughter of the King and Queen of Turka- wait if I am royalty that means-

"Christian, wait? If I'm royalty, I can't be a Wicca," I said confused. He stops in his tracks and faces me.

"Exactly, you are a full blooded Guardian." He says, the gasps heard round the room proceed to echo in my head.

Awhile later, Lissa and Vika have straightened me up- reapplying my make up and correcting my hair. Its then that we make our way back to the hall together with Olena, the three princesses and Christian. I haven't seen my new husband since, well since I told him to go away.

As we enter the room, everyone bows down, except the King and my husband. I follow Olena as she walks up to her husband and begrudgingly I take my place next to mine.

"Please continue," my father in-law states and the guests of my wedding continue their dancing. I watch them with apprehension; it would be nice to be able to enjoy myself. But given recent revelations of my history, I wasn't sure whether I would be able to; even if I had just married someone I truly loved.

The dancing and celebrations continue for a while and eventually a look is passed between the king and the prince and he grabs my hand. I flinch at the touch. The guests form a sort of human tunnel and as I am dragged through them, I admire the happiness spread across everybody's faces as we make our way through the hall towards the double doors. Once we have left, he drops his hand and I follow him. Knowing what was coming next.

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my husband lead me to his bedroom. He plonked himself on the huge bed and looked at me with a cheeky smile. He proceeded to loosen his tie and undo his top button. I felt myself heat up and get clammy. I looked everywhere but at him. I located the bathroom and made a beeline for it. I heard the bed squeak as I did so, but no footsteps following me. I closed the door and looked at myself in the mirror. Although I had been crying my makeup still looked exquisite, I straightened myself up and reached down my cleavage and located the pill that would prevent me from falling pregnant for the next six months; after that I would have to take another.

I swallowed the pill, took a deep breath and walked back out. Facing my new husband. He was sitting casually on the bed reading what looked to be a western book- due to the rather sexy looking cowboy on the front.

"Roza…" he begins. I signal him with a hand. I take a gulp before I say the next five words.

"Where do you want me?" I question, I can feel my clammy skin became even more so. A small chuckle appears, I frown at my captor. "Why… why are you laughing at me?" I say wanting to cry.

"Roza, I'm not going to force you to do anything when you are not ready; and you are clearly not ready. Not only that but you are no maiden; you are a Princess and therefor we are as much equals as anything." he says sighing. I suppress an urge to roll my eyes.

"And ah, what do you suppose we do?" I question, I am beginning to hate that 'P' word.

"Well I figured we should get to know each other," he says smirking. I subdue the want to groan, roll my eyes and sigh all at the same time; instead I launch myself on to the bed so that I am sitting and facing my Russian jailer.

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Well there is chapter 7, I'm sorry it is so short. To be honest I struggled to write this chapter; I don't know I guess having the ideas come freely last chapter and slightly changing the plan I had to incorporate her feelings regarding the new information she has found out.

I hope Rose is not to OC and Dimitri is okay. The next chapter is going to focus on character development, so any ideas you have would be lovely.

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