Hi readers. There are a lot of you reading, and that's great. But I was kinda hoping you could all blow me out of the water with reviews and am kinda disappointed that you haven't. Like all you have to type is "Love It" And ill be happy. I love that you guys have taken an interest but I would feel significantly better if a few more of you could comment. Anyway, Its been a while so I've decided to post chapter 3 regardless.

Chapter 3: Rose

I looked out the draped window of the carriage as we pulled up to the castle. Hords of people had gathered to see the arrival of the princess. Not there princess, but a princess none the less.

As the carriage came to a stop i felt my nerves growing again. There was no doubt I would see Dimitri again. We had been playmates, once upon a time. He was 4 years older than me, making him 24 now. I wondered how he had changed.

As the door to the outside opened, the butterflies that had inhabited my gut turned to a swarm of angry wasps.

"Her majesty, Princess Rosemarie Hathaway-Mazur of Turkey." A voice bellowed as everyone Curtsied before me.

Four familiar faces seemed to stand out among the rest. Jill, Natalie, Mia and Lisa stood in front of a carriage of their own.

I ran to the ready to embrace my childhood friends. But they stopped short, bowing their heads before me. "Princess." they all said in unison.

I reached out and pulled them all into a tight hug. "I've missed this." I said, a large smile spreading across my face.

"My god Mia." I said once we were separated. I looked at all the trunks that held her family's name on them. "Do you really need that many dresses?" I laughed.

"Oh it's not all dresses. Some of it is shoes others are gold." She said pulling her furs tightly around her. I knew that Mia felt she had to compensate for her lack of title with an abundance of stuff

"What Mia is trying to say is your father had the best dressmakers in Moscow whip up a new wardrobe for all of us." Lisa smiled, her jade green eyes sparkling with life.

"Father tried to warn him it as too much, seeing as you most likely wore rags at the convent, But King Ibrahim wouldn't hear it." Natalie said, rolling her eyes at her father's antics.

"Seriously, Rose. Your father insisted that our turkish dresses where unsuitable for Russian court." Jill smiled pulling her thick cloak around her shoulders. "Though now I see why. It's simply freezing."

"We are in Russia, Jill. Besides, it isn't that cold. You're just whining." Lisa scolded her younger sister.

"Well now you sound like Andrea." Jill said referring to their elder brother, a high lord in my father's court, one who was as famous for seducing women as his father.

I let out laugh as I looked between them all. Trumpets sounded, ending our reunion, signaling the arrival of the king. I turned to see a tall man, who I recognized as King Jame, with thick black hair and blue eyes walking out, on his arm a tall pale haired women with sharp features a blistering green eyes.

"Well that isn't Ollena." Mia whispered raising an eyebrow at the women.

"I think it's Ellen Kirova. The king's mistress." Natalie whispered back.

"I thought Moira Ozera was the king's mistress." I whispered back.

"She took ill a few years back and died." Lisa whispered, pulling her fur lined cloak tight.

I felt a pang of guilt flood through me. Moira Ozera had been a very kind women, everyone, even the queen had loved her. She had been a truly special women. "What of her son?" I asked.

"He still lives here, under the queen's protection, of course." Mia said, looking at a pale boy with dark hair and blue eyes so clear you could see them across the field.

"He's gorgeous." Lisa smiled, waving at him. He blushed and turned away.

"Lisa!" I laughed. "Stop. He's nervous."

"Not as nervous as you should be." Mia said as the king walked our way. She was right, King James was not a kind man. At least he hadn't been the last time I was at court.

"Hello, Princess. Welcome to back to court." King James spoke. His voice was powerful and strong, almost as if demanding to be recognized.

"It is a pleasure to be back, your grace." I said lowering my head.

"I'm sure my son will be glad to see you again." He smiled at me. It wasn't the heartwarming kind that my father had, it was cold and unfriendly, only there because it was required.

I nodded, gulping nervously. Trumpets sounded saving me from having to reply. Out walked Queen Ollena, her royal blue skirts flowing around her. To one of her sides stood a large young man with long brown hair and chocolate eyes. Prince Dimitri.

He looked about as nervous as I felt. I smiled, bowing my head slightly to him as he approached. "Princess Rosemarie." His deep voice rumbled, his russian accent accentuated through his turkish words.

"Prince Dimitri." I said, trying to keep the smirk off my face as I spoke his native tongue. "And please call me Rose. Everybody does." I smiled a little. This was a good start, right?

"Of course, Princess Rose." He smiled kindly. "Welcome to Russia."

"It has changed a lot. The castle seems smaller, not that it's possible. The grounds seem quite beautiful as well." Why couldn't I shut up? I was embarrassing myself in front of the prince of Russia.

"Well everything seems bigger when you are a child." He smiled kindly. "As for the grounds, I'm sure I can arrange for us to have a walk around the gardens tomorrow, only if you would like, of course."

"I woul… I would love to." I smiled nervously. He must have thought rambling cute if he was willing to walk with me through the gardens the next day.

"Yes." I thought as he offered his hand to me. "This is a very good start indeed."

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