𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐚 {𝐇.𝐒}

November 4th, 2021 (P3)

Aurelia's Diary- November 4th, 2021

Dear Diary,

"What do you think they mean?" I asked. My hands gripped the letters in each hand and looked side to side, analysing each detail. "White rose, raging storm, death," I muttered.

"Angel, read them out loud for me," Harry said and I obeyed. My eyes scanned over the words before I could muster up the courage.

Roses aren't always red,
Violets aren't exactly blue,
The society we live in never seems to be telling the truth,
Smiles aren't always happy,
Frowns aren't always sad,
People judge too quickly,
Our feelings are what they forget.
You took away my rose, white as snow,
I want it back, I took away what they loved most,
Just know, without that rose,
There rages a storm,' I read out loud.

"White rose, white as snow? I'm assuming that's someone who's pure since white reminds me of innocence, " Harry muttered and I nodded slightly as I tried to piece the puzzle within my own mind. I could sense the truth behind his words and I sucked in a deep breath to push away any frustrated feelings.

I'm assuming there's someone we have that's pure and innocent and whoever sent these letters clearly wants it back. But why the hell did they kill the King as threat to get to us? Is it that special that it's worth killing for?

Harry broke my train of thought as he muttered some more words. "Without that rose, there rages a storm," he said. He looked down into my eyes and crossed his arms. "I think since we didn't give what they wanted, they killed my father as a threat. I'm assuming there's more to come," Harry continued as his eyebrows furrowed.

Running his hands through his hair, I felt the frustration washing off him like water. "For f*ck sakes!" He exclaimed. "I don't remember taking anything and now I'm being punished for some sins I didn't commit?" He said. "Read the next one, angel," he demanded.

'To think you're clear,
To think you're fine,
I haven't said it's over,
Listen to my words.

Until I have my white rose,
Till she's safe in my arms,
No one is safe,
Until I say so.

Figure out the riddle,
Figure out what's on my mind,
Isn't it clear,
What's written on this letter?

Isn't the clues enough,
Isn't it obvious?
I'm still waiting at my doorstep,
Until she's safe in my arms.

The death of the King,
A threat it is,
It hasn't got anything to do with him,
But to you it is.' I read out loud.

"Like you said, the death of the King was a threat and whoever this person is wants their rose back," I said, closing the letter. I fell back onto the armchair, sighing and my eyes looked over to an unconscious Captain. He was covered with crimson blood running down his nose and his hair was messed up.

"She," Harry whispered and I looked up at him. My eyebrows furrowed together in confusion and he looked over to me. "The letter said 'she' so the white rose is a woman," he said and it suddenly made sense.

"Who did we take?" I asked.

"Not 'we' but me. Whoever killed my father and sent these letters want their daughter back. They want you back," he said, his voice lowering and my eyes widened. Could it be that my mother wants me back again? "Your mother wants you back, Aurelia,"

"What? She doesn't want me back! You didn't even take me, she left me in the first place. I chose to be with you, Harry!" I argued, shaking my head in denial. I refused to believe my mother was such a cruel monster, the kind to kill someone as a threat for me.

"Aurelia, think about it. We left on a bad note with her, the kind where you told her off about how you would never be the daughter she wanted and when she insisted you stay with her, you said you rather be with me. I think you triggered her off even more when you said you rather find your father and be with him," he explained. "She clearly went to lengths to remove your father out of your life and now you're willing to go after him. She's trying to get you back, angel," he whispered the last part and cupped my cheeks in his large hands. The cold surface of the rings grazed my cheek and I hated this situation so much.

"She killed your father just as a threat!" I exclaimed, the sudden thought rushing to mind and I pushed him away before standing up. "What kind of mother thinks their daughter would come back after they killed?" I asked, the tears brimming within my eyes.

"Angel, come here," he whispered. Stepping closer, he wrapped his arms around me. My head rested against his chest and the tears sprung from my eyes. I couldn't contain my feelings anymore. So much had happened. I just found my mother and she wasn't who I thought she was. Now she even killed someone for the sake of me. I would've never thought she went that far but she did.

"I want to see her," I muttered. Harry pulled me back to stare in my eyes and furrowed his eyebrows together in confusion. "I want to talk to her, understand what she wants. I'm sick and tired of being pushed around," I said as I dried my nose with my sleeve.

"Angel, I'm here to protect you. I can't let you waltz in to your death. This woman is capable of death, what makes you think she'll spare you? Let me talk to her," he said and I shook my head in denial. "Angel...," he whispered.

"I'm her daughter, she would never but with you, she wouldn't think twice, Harry. She thinks you went along and stole me away," I said and he sighed, understanding. She wouldn't spare him. If she managed to murder his father in cold blood, what makes him think she'll spare the man whose marrying her daughter, pulling me away from her. "I'm capable of fighting. I know how to manage myself, okay?" I stated and he nodded.

"I know you do, but I still worry," he said.

"And you have the right to. But you do not have the right to take away my free will. If I want to see my mother, accept it and come along with me, please, baby," I whispered as I gazed into his loving and protective eyes.

"Fine, let's get going then. We'll sleep in the car for a while to re-energise," he said, defeated and I smiled lightly. I intertwined our hands together and looked down to see the Captain. "Don't worry about him. He's not dead but he will be if he ever talks about you like that," Harry said, catching my eyes. A smirk plastered against his lips and I laughed.

"You, Prince, are one hell of an a*shole," I said, poking his chest and he chuckled.

"But I'm your a*shole," he replied.

As Harry sleeps beside me in the drivers' seat, I write down the details of our day. I just found out my mother is a cold hearted murderer who's willing to kill in vain for me. I also found out that even during the toughest circumstance, Harry was willing to protect me. Now let's see where the morning takes us.

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~Love, Natalie