Roald stumbled through the dancers, trying to get to the girl. But just then, a hand grabbed his shoulder, and pulled him back to the wall.
"You touch her and yer dead Conte" snarled Gregory. Roald gulped, he was dead, he had been found out. Then he proceeded to try to rip off Roald's mask, and that's when she came.
"Let go of the man Greg!" she screamed.
"U don't know who he is Roz! he-"
"I don't care who he is, you're going to get off of him, and now!" She elbowed Gregory in the shoulder, and dragged Roald in another direction.
"Don't mind Greg...he's just a bit drunk. How are you feeling?" she asked, with real concern in her voice.
Roald, who would usually try to rub it off, and say he was fine, just stared.
"Mine eyes are decieving me, for I've never loved till now..."he whispered.
"What?" she questioned. "Looking back at him, with eyes sparkling, just as much. And placed her palms on his.
"And neither have I..." she whispered, pulling him in for a kiss, more passionate than any other he'd ever recieved. But by then, Gregory was back, and kicked the backs of Roald's knees, making him buckle to the ground, and he pulled Roz back to him. "I said stay off of her Prince Roald!" he growled.
Roald stood, "No! wait...."
Rosaline's eyes were brimming with tears, as Gregoy was pulling away, and even if Roald couldn't hear it, Gregory did.
"Is my only love also my only enemy?" Rosaline whispered.
Kel rushed up to Roald's side, "Are you ok?" she asked, "And did you know who that was?"
Roald shook his head.
"I just found out," Kel replied, "She's the female leader of the revolt..."
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"No.." he whimpered...and Kel saw real hurt in his eyes. "Come 'on Roald...we better be going...it's late, and you don't look too good." He turned to her, eye swelling from the fall, and shook his head, then ran, out of the hall, and into a garden somewhere.
There he sat, fingering a rose. Making petals fall to the ground, where the seemed to illuminate...
"Oh why, why is my only love the one i must hate
The one i must kill....
It can't be So" he moaned.
In her room, Rosaline uttered the same words, until Gregory came in. Drunker than before, and satisfied with a kill, he flung her body into the bed, and proceeded to start taking her clothes off.
"Greg..no...stop." she cried. But he was dazed with alcohol, and she knew her cries were futile. So she kicked him, a hard enough kick to make a drunk man fall over. And she ran.
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She came upon a garden, one she hadn't seen before. Roses were in full bloom everywhere, and it seemed like a serene enough place to die. "At least they can spread these pretty roses on my dead body" she whispered.
"If you died, i should have to die too...and there arn't enough roses in this garden to cover both of our bodies..." a male voice whispered behind her.
"Only a sentence you spoke to me earlier, and i knew it was you...your highness" The moonlight reflected off his beautiful face as he turned to her. "Roald....call me Roald"
"Ok then Roald" she told him, as she knelt to face him. "I'm Rosaline...Roz" He smiled, "I think I'll call you my rose," he said, tucking the rose in his hand into her hair.
"Rose..."she contemplated, "I love it, as I love you Roald, like nothing I've ever loved before."
"The same for me" he said, as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down into a deep embrace."
"Roald! Are you there? Roald!!!" he heard, and he could tell it was Kel. "I have to go,"he whispered to Rosaline, "Meet me here, at half past 8 tommorow," she nodded, as he turned into the night.
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"You touch her and yer dead Conte" snarled Gregory. Roald gulped, he was dead, he had been found out. Then he proceeded to try to rip off Roald's mask, and that's when she came.
"Let go of the man Greg!" she screamed.
"U don't know who he is Roz! he-"
"I don't care who he is, you're going to get off of him, and now!" She elbowed Gregory in the shoulder, and dragged Roald in another direction.
"Don't mind Greg...he's just a bit drunk. How are you feeling?" she asked, with real concern in her voice.
Roald, who would usually try to rub it off, and say he was fine, just stared.
"Mine eyes are decieving me, for I've never loved till now..."he whispered.
"What?" she questioned. "Looking back at him, with eyes sparkling, just as much. And placed her palms on his.
"And neither have I..." she whispered, pulling him in for a kiss, more passionate than any other he'd ever recieved. But by then, Gregory was back, and kicked the backs of Roald's knees, making him buckle to the ground, and he pulled Roz back to him. "I said stay off of her Prince Roald!" he growled.
Roald stood, "No! wait...."
Rosaline's eyes were brimming with tears, as Gregoy was pulling away, and even if Roald couldn't hear it, Gregory did.
"Is my only love also my only enemy?" Rosaline whispered.
Kel rushed up to Roald's side, "Are you ok?" she asked, "And did you know who that was?"
Roald shook his head.
"I just found out," Kel replied, "She's the female leader of the revolt..."
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"No.." he whimpered...and Kel saw real hurt in his eyes. "Come 'on Roald...we better be going...it's late, and you don't look too good." He turned to her, eye swelling from the fall, and shook his head, then ran, out of the hall, and into a garden somewhere.
There he sat, fingering a rose. Making petals fall to the ground, where the seemed to illuminate...
"Oh why, why is my only love the one i must hate
The one i must kill....
It can't be So" he moaned.
In her room, Rosaline uttered the same words, until Gregory came in. Drunker than before, and satisfied with a kill, he flung her body into the bed, and proceeded to start taking her clothes off.
"Greg..no...stop." she cried. But he was dazed with alcohol, and she knew her cries were futile. So she kicked him, a hard enough kick to make a drunk man fall over. And she ran.
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She came upon a garden, one she hadn't seen before. Roses were in full bloom everywhere, and it seemed like a serene enough place to die. "At least they can spread these pretty roses on my dead body" she whispered.
"If you died, i should have to die too...and there arn't enough roses in this garden to cover both of our bodies..." a male voice whispered behind her.
"Only a sentence you spoke to me earlier, and i knew it was you...your highness" The moonlight reflected off his beautiful face as he turned to her. "Roald....call me Roald"
"Ok then Roald" she told him, as she knelt to face him. "I'm Rosaline...Roz" He smiled, "I think I'll call you my rose," he said, tucking the rose in his hand into her hair.
"Rose..."she contemplated, "I love it, as I love you Roald, like nothing I've ever loved before."
"The same for me" he said, as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down into a deep embrace."
"Roald! Are you there? Roald!!!" he heard, and he could tell it was Kel. "I have to go,"he whispered to Rosaline, "Meet me here, at half past 8 tommorow," she nodded, as he turned into the night.
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TO BE CONTINUED...