The next few weeks were spent polishing my skills with a knife, as well as other weapons, of course. I've found that I can wield a bow and arrow quite well. A "natural talent," as Nicholas called me.
There were guards constantly surrounding me, which was not very enjoyable on my behalf, but Nicholas said it was necessary.
I've been receiving letters from my mother. She was wondering why I have not finished with the prince yet. I told her it's a tad more complicated than I had expected it to be.
I was on my way to the training room when a gentle hand tapped my shoulder.
"Hi," said the boy behind me.
"Hi," I greeted Oliver in return, plastering my most lovely fake smile.
"It's been a while since I've last seen you."
"Yes, your company has been lacking." Nicholas would tell me to run. However, as he may have noticed by now, I am not one to run from a danger. I prefer a more subtle approach.
"Would you like to accompany me to the gardens?" He asked in the most charming manner. Why couldn't Nicholas behave this way?
"It would be my pleasure," I said, my smile never faltering.
I draped my arm around his and we made our way into the gardens. They were beautiful this time of year, especially with the roses arranged in beautiful circle, blooming in the spring air.
"So last I heard, you accompanied your father on another trip," I said.
"Yes, my brother had been taken ill."
"Oh, is he alright?"
"Yes, he recovered well."
"That's a pleasure to hear."
"It was, until he resumed his habit of getting on my last nerves," he joked.
I let out a small laugh.
Suddenly, the a shadow covered my face and the sunlight no longer warmed my skin.
"Nicholas, how kind of you to join us," I said, not even turning to look at the presence next to me.
"I'd love to stay, but we must go, Rosalie," he said. He seemed angry. I had not intended for him to catch us. At least not until I attained some valuable information from Oliver.
"Actually, I must be on my way," Oliver said, standing up and nodding farewell.
Once he was out of sight, Nicholas turned to me and began yelling. "What were you thinking Rosalie?! This is the man that could be behind your murder attempt! Do you have a death wish?!"
"Well, he offered to take me to the gardens, and I love roses," I responded nonchalantly.
"You expect me to believe that you accompanied the enemy to the gardens to look at flowers?! I want you to stay away from him."
I scoffed. "When will you get it in your head that, while you may be the prince, I am not some damsel in distress that you must recue?"
"Then how is it that I keep needing to?!"
"Oh, for once stop underestimating me! I am stronger than I may seem!"
He grabbed my hand and twisted it so that it was behind my back. Pain spread through my back and I groaned. "Prove it," he spat.
"As you wish," I breathed. I lifted my foot and stabbed my stiletto heal into his foot with all my might and he let go in surprise. I reached under my dress and pulled the knife that had been strapped to my thigh and pressed it to his neck before he could realize what had happened and backing him into a stone wall.
"You were saying?" I asked.
Our breaths were heavy, blending into one. His dark eyes were fixed on mine, staring so deep that he may have been able to see my soul, had it not been so well hidden.
My heart flipped.
No, that was not supposed to happen. I could not have...feelings.
No, no, no, no.
"I have to go," I said pulling away.
I hated this.
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Fantasy"You know this is a game." He took a step towards me. "I know. I'm playing it too," he whispered into my ear. "So let's play," I said just as seductively. I leaned in until our lips were nearly touching. His eyes grew dark as they drifted to my lip...
