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DIMITRI POV

"OK, ouch?" I growled as Ivan 'cut' my hair. It was shoulder length now it's shaggier, just brushing my neck.

We had to cut it, because Rose made it un-even.

Rose.

ROSE POV

I went to my room and tore through the deepest closet, finding in the back the shiny red material. I pulled it out, attaching the large hoop skirt. It was the only thing left of my old life. Now, I'm glad I kept it.

I hung it up, letting the wrinkles fall out the best I could hung it up, letting the wrinkles fall out the best I could. I would have to have my makeup like Vasilla's, overly rosy cheeks, dark lips, and heavy bottom liner. I didn't really know how to make my face look so… doll-like; I had always had maids do it for me. And it seemed like forever since I had actually had makeup on, even though I still had a large vanity filled with it.

Then a little light bulb went off in my head. Vasilla.

I ran up on main deck and looked for Vasilla, finding her in a lovely pink dress, that I'm pretty sure was mine. When she saw me walking her green eyes opened more than usual and she took a step back. Was a really that scary? Then again I probably look pretty rough right now, ripped up shirt and more than likely blood on my face.

"Ok, Princess I need you to make me look like a princess too, and no we are not going to be telling each other secrets and who we think is handsome like school girls." I smiled almost kindly, smirking just a tad. I couldn't tell if Vasilla was about to laugh or cry. I don't think she knew either as she just stood there, lips parted awkwardly like a fish.

"Close that pretty mouth of yours, you look like a fe-ish," My Turkish accent slipping out in a long drawl, almost sounding Roman, "And if you are planning to be a fish I will throw you over board into the deep sea where you belong." I snapped, but ending up giggling at Vasilla face, turning it pink and her mouth turning into a large O.

I started to walk away, but realized Vasilla was not following along with me, and turned a little sticking my hand out.

"Come on Princess, I don't bite, at least not too hard." I smiled a real smile as Vasilla laughed openly taking my hand. I was still smiling as we started to walk to my cabin, but noticed that Vasilla was staring at me.

"Now, I pretty sure that in the Royal Palace they taught you the best of manners, but seemed to leave out the part about how staring is rude." I glared playfully. Vasilla pursed her lips in a funny way, giggling as she pressed a dainty finger to them, acting like she was thinking.

"Mhmm, I guess I must have forgotten!" She giggled strutting into my room. I was shocked for a second, I mean come on! Princess Vasilla, the goody girl of good, the internal virgin, extra sprinkles on a cupcake, acting like a... Well a bad girl. And I loved it.

"Vasilla, I didn't know you were so…nau-ah-ghty." I slurred in Turkish, raising my eyebrows. Vasilla sat down on my vanity, swinging her legs over the edge. She grabbed a fan and flipped it open, fanning herself.

"Oh I'm not! But I just love this freedom!" Throwing the fan in the air, jumping off the vanity, catching it again. She put it to her lips, tapping it lightly, her face grew pensive.

"Take a bath." She ordered. I placed my hands on my hips, giving her the look.

"What?" I growled, did she call me dirty? I mean I was, but hey, come on.

"You want to look like a princess, for what reason I have no idea, but you need to look clean." She snapped.

"Fine." I whined like a little kid and dragged my feet to the bathtub. And then it started, the absolute torture, and trust me, I have endured some extreme torture, but this, never.

It was Lissa; she said I could call her that, idea of "pampering." It was God awful! She washed my hair like a cat attacking my head with her perfect sharp nails. Then plucked my eyebrows with this evil little device, filed my nails, but my hair into these funny little rolls, she found in the back of my vanity. She did all her makeup and hair within a ten minute time span, while I let my hair dry.

Then she did my makeup, which wasn't so bad. She worked and worked till I heard Christian come down the steps. But Lissa stopped him before entering the room with one long white arm.

"Nope, not until were done, now run along." She glared playfully, and smacked him.

"Ok, ok, but we will reach Missoula within the half-hour, ladies." He tipped his hat and scampered up the steps, with a dreamy-looking Lissa in his place. I stood up, screaming/laughing. Bending over almost-crying.

"What? And don't ruin your makeup!" She titled her head in anger, scrunching her eyes and placing her hands on her small hips.

"Oh my freaking God, you like CHRISTAIN!" I yelped, giggling uncontrollable on the floor. Her face turning bright red and a glare fixed on her face.

"I DO NOT." She growled, but it ended up into a pitiful squeak, making my laughing turn into a belly-ache.

"Hey I'm not judging or anything… but I mean come on CHRISTAIN?" I wiped tears off my cheeks, trying to control my breathing. Lissa looked purple.

"SO?" She yelled.

"Hah! You admitted it!" I screamed jumping up in the air. Lissa just throw her hands into her face, smiling shyly.

"AWE." I made kissing-smacking noises.

The whole time Lissa was finishing my hair, I was trying to combine Christian and Vasilla. After a couple minutes more of Lissa's torture, she finally said, "Finished."

She helped me in my dress, the dark red fabric clinging to my waist like a snake then the skirt puffing out like a bell.

"Ok, ready to look?" Lissa said, holding up the mirror, since she wouldn't let me look in the mirror the whole time.

I nodded my head and turned around.

DIMITRI POV.

"I don't understand sir, why would she leave such a major clue behind." A man said, looking ridiculous in a large powdered wig and an eye-glass.

"It must be a trap!" Another man yelled from the crowd, and loud whispers waved through the crew.

"Enough." I demanded and everyone fell quiet.

"Ok look, Rose has the Vasilla and the jewel with the key, what else would she need?" I looked around to find no one speaking.

"She doesn't need anything, except leverage, I mean why would she still want Vasilla?" I said, everybody nodding their heads.

"So, we go to Missoula, hope that we all don't get ambushed, 'talk' to Captain Hathaway and try to work out something." Ivan said sitting across from me.

"Pretty much." I nodded in agreement.

"Well ok," Ivan said, standing up, "Drinks on me, at Missoula!" Ivan said pointing to the decks.

Everybody hoorayed and ran off, getting ready to stop.

We tied the ship down like many other ships and they crew ran off, seeing The Black Rose nowhere in sight. I waited at the only couple of docks open. Until an hour later the black sails were upon the fine town of Missoula.

Ropes flew from the mast as the ripped up crew tied down the bulky ship. Finally I heard her voice.

"Ok, boys powwow at twela-ve sharp; we all know he only plays at night." Rose said, her Turkish accent slurring her words, smudging them with sexiness. A bunch of chuckling and grunts from the men after Rose said that.

Who was 'he' and what did she mean by 'play.' I couldn't help the little line that formed on my forehead thinking of all possibilities. I looked up, searching for her.

Finally the step latter came down and a couple men barreled down it.

Then I saw her.

You know you always hear the saying, 'she took my breath away,' but in all-honest truth I never had it happen, thought it was a stupid love-struck boy line.

But in this moment, eyes locked, I couldn't explain it any other way.

She glided down the board connecting the ship and the dock, she looked… beautiful. And yet standing here, probably looking star-struck, beautiful sounded like an understatement.

Her blood-red dress sucking her waist, corseting up. Long skin-tight sleeves and a plunging neckline, making me swallow. Her lips were a deep red, much like the dress and her face looked angel-kissed, flawless.

My favorite part was her long, dark chestnut hair. Hanging down in the thick spirals, shining in the moonlight. A smile graved her lips, and I raised an eyebrow.

This time she swallowed.

Finally she was in front of me; I bent down close to her ear.

"I believe I still owe you that drink." I whispered, my Russian accent slurring.

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