Dimitri and I found a small house in the suburbs of Baia, Russia, right next to his family. It was white and blue, with a well manicured backyard.
" Hey, Dimitri. Can you help me with this box?" I asked, straining to lift on of the many boxes on the front step.
" Be right there." He replied, placing the box of china dishes on the kitchen table, and then heading out to help me. Together, we lifted the box into the kitchen and onto the table. I sat down.
" One box down, one million more to go..." I sighed. Too many boxes.
" Don't worry, Rose. I'll do it all by myself." Dimitri said, pretending to be sad.
" Oh no you won't!" I ran out the door to grab another box.
This was how it worked. I would give up, Dimitri would get me back on track. It was a perfect system. We were, what you could call, a "flawless" couple. We rarely got into fights and agreed on almost everything.
Finally, after hours of moving boxes and unpacking, we were moved in. Both of us were sweaty and tired.
" Roza, are you really as tired as you look?" Dimitri asked, lounging on the couch. I looked at myself. My hair was plastered to my neck and my clothes sported not so pretty sweat stains.
" Yup." I sighed. He put an arm around me.
" Why don't you go clean up. I'll get dinner ready." Dimitri stood up. I stood up too, and made my way to our newly decorated bathroom to take a shower.
In the mirror, I saw the reflection of someone older and stronger than me. Her dark, brown hair, sleek and shiny, and her body, full and curvy. I had definitely changed since leaving the Academy. I scrubbed myself clean of the sweat and grime from cleaning, and headed back downstairs, where Dimitri had some fried chicken waiting.
" Whoa! How long was I gone?" I exclaimed, raising my eyebrows at the mysterious fried chicken.
" Enough for me to run to the store." He stretched, yawning. He was tired, though I knew he didn't want to admit it. Instead of calling him out on it, I sat down and started eating. The doorbell rang. I sighed. When would I ever get some peace and quiet?I stood up, opening the door to two Royal Guardians. On was buff and muscular, the other one tall and muscular. I smiled pleasantly, trying to hide my confusion.
"Hello. May I help you?" I said, still smiling. They didn't budge, smile, or give any warm greeting. Typical Guardians.
"Rosemarie Belikov, come with us please." The tall one said, reaching for me. I looked behind me for Dimitri.
"Um... Hold on a second." I said, quickly jerking out of their reach. "Dimitri!" I shouted. He was instantly by my side, but he was too late. The buff Guardian grabbed me by my shoulders and slammed my head against the wall. The last thing I remembered before passing out, was Dimitri's anguished cry as I was dragged away.
A/N: I'm still working on this chapter,so it will be longer. I haven't updated in a while, so I'm using this while I keep working on it.