Hi again thanks for the reviews keep reviewing. Now I'm great at story begins and ends but middles not so much so be prepared for a little bit of a disjointed story sorry

Now let's begin…

Rose was riding her great chestnut horse the wind running though her brown hair whipping it in the air behind her. She pulled ahead of her fellow rider the sunrise was so close she could smell it. She had reached the top of the hill and pulled her horse to stop. She jumped down just as fellow rider joined and also dismounted.

"Rose must you always, make it a race?" said the male voice.

Rose turned to face in to the sliver eyes of Patrick, he had grow a lot since the day of Rose's birth he was now taller than Jonathan and many of the servants with broad shoulders and long toned limbs.

"Because you always lose!" she musical laugh.

He laughed as well as he pulled her in to a passionate kiss. When he broke it he looking down at her deep eyes he just couldn't help smiling.

"Why do you have to go?" she asked, still warm in his arms.

"Someone has to, now come we need to get back before someone notices your missing."

"Must we."

"Yes, Rose we must." As he stroked her beautiful brown locks. It was only then that the broke the hug.

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By the time Rose had got home, dressed and looking overly presentably she was already late for breakfast. She raced down to the dinning room, no one would mind she was normally late she spent most nights reading late and was often late to breakfast. She ran into to see her brother and sister sitting already with their breakfast on their plates both were reading Willow a romance novel no doubt and the newspaper for Jonathan.

"Rose, you were with Patrick again weren't you" said Willow in a parentally tone.

"So, wait how did you know!"

"I went into your room to wake you and not only did I find you gone but I also found this." She said holding up a book to castle plans.

"Give that to me" Rose shouted as Willow exploited her height by placing her arm up so as high as Rose could reach she could not get it. At that moment Jonathan grabbed the plans and handed them back to Rose.

"Rose you know we shouldn't go anyway the west wing."

"I know." Rose said quietly.

"Then why are you doing this!" Willow pleaded.

"Because I want to know. And please stop acting like you're my parents. Because your not you're my brother and sister and the same age as me!!"

"We know Rose it just that it's that their Father's quarters and we have been told never to go there!"

"What does he care? He's never here, just face you the fact he doesn't love us!"

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Vincent placed the mirror down, he couldn't watch any more. Rose hated him. And it was his fault; he should be sitting at that table telling Rose how much he loved her, all three of them.

It would only be a matter of time before he was to left to this form for entirety.

"Oh, Belle this is all my fault." He said staring at her portrait her big brown eyes staring down at him.

Perhaps it is time to tell them. He mused, no they never buy it they'd run and scream, maybe even try and kill him.

Oh how wrong he was…