Three Black Roses

chapter Eight

Greetings to all the readers, allow me to start by apologising 100 times for not updating the story for a while, but I promise I will update more regularly from now on. Thank you for every vote and comment and I apologise for not responding to them.. I will definitely reply as soon as I can. You may have forgotten Van Helsing, he is the character in chapter four who is coming to kill Vlad.

I have finally chosen the casting for vlad, and it is final, sorry if it disapoints you but this guy is hot hot hot, so you may like him. please let me know if he is to your liking. also, I am dedicating this chapter to the person who suggested him. Thanks for suggesting such a hot guy.

also, I would like to thank my friend, smilingcherries, for her tips on how to write this chapter. i hope you enjoy it and please let me know how you like it and how I can improve. have a lovely weekend.

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Leyla had been dreaming. After the unsettling evening she had spent, sleep was the last thing on her mind, however oddly enough, as soon as she entered her room and finally was able to take a careful look at the eccentric flower the prince had given her, her mind was shut off. Uncontrollably, her legs carried her to her bed and then she was drifted into a dream, or a nightmare.

She was standing by the high doors of a church, but it looked nothing like an ordinary one. The tall ceiling and colourful windows were similar to any other grand church, but the figurines and paintings on glasses were entirely different. Although it was dark outside, the light from numerous tall candles that were placed on walls and by the door mirrored beautifully on windows, reflecting their drawings on the ground. The pictures on them were all the same, a single rose, some were coloured red whereas mostly they were black, just like the one prince Sami had offered her.

The statues were also different. There were no crosses or sculptures of Christ, only stone carved monuments of a man who looked a lot like the prince. Leyla shivered slightly, either from the cold or the fear of what was expecting her inside. There was a chilling breeze winding around her, just like the one she had felt in Alwin Christmas party. She suddenly realised her skin was exposed to the cold as she was dressed in a bare shouldered red dress that its tightness around her breasts made breathing a difficult task. Even in this low light, she could see how exquisite it was. The fabric hugged her figure perfectly above the waist and then fell loosely to the ground. Leyla also noted a bouquet of flowers in her hand, breathtakingly beautiful red rose buds that circled a black rose in the middle. She unquestionably looked like a bride, ready to meet her future husband at the altar and bound to him for eternity.

There were several candles lining in front of her to form a long way to alter. She was conscious enough to know it was a dream and yet, she did not want to go further. Alas, she had no control over her legs that were slowly stepping forward. The whole atmosphere, wrong colouring of windows, statutes and the sudden sound of singing creeped her out. She could hear an invisible choir as if they were whispering in a low voice, all at the same time but she could not quiet make out what they were saying. It was like they were singing in a foreign language.

As she walked closer, she saw people waiting for her at the altar. She could not see their faces, nor could she tell who they were as they all wore long black robes and their faces were covered under their hoods but her heart started flapping in her chest at the sight of a man who was dressed differently. She could only see his back, but she knew that tall muscular figure that was concealed in a long black cloak. Panic conquered her as she remembered last night's events, her upset sister and her mother's warnings. For her, this man was the forbidden fruit, someone whom she even should not have dreamt about, "more suitable for Annie" as her mother put it, and she was told to stay away from him and convey her attention to Henry, whom her parents saw as her proper match. So why was she dreaming about this handsome prince?