Reliving the past

chapter 1- Part 2

Hello! :)

Here's the second part of chapter 1. I'm sorry for any/all mistakes. Please remember that I wrote this years ago, before the Fiery Heart released. So, Adrian and Sydney aren't married in this fic.

Also, I do not have the time to edit this story or make the characters more believable so I'm sorry for any out of character stuff.

Hope you like it :)

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'Probably immediately.'

'Immediately.' I backed up, nearly sat on the bed, and then felt a new surge of adrenaline. 'Immediately? So. Two weeks. In two weeks, I could be . . . dead.'

Dead.

So many times in my life, I'd come so close to death.

I'd even been dead once. I would've remained dead if not for Lissa.

But those incidents didn't scare me.

What's truly scary is knowing that you're heading to your death.

Because that was the thing—the thing that had been hanging over my head

The moment it became clear someone had planted enough evidence to frame me. People who killed queens didn't get sent to prison. They were executed.

"I still can't believe Aunt Tasha did that to you," Christian said in a low voice.

Everyone tensed.

Even though no one had brought her up, I knew Tasha was present at the back of their minds. She, sure as hell, was present on my mind.

It was impossible to read about my time in prison without being reminded of who put me there, framed me for a murder with all intentions of seeing me executed.

Still, I was surprised Christian brought it up. He always avoided talking about her. I could only imagine the extent of pain he was in.

Lissa caught hold of his hand and squeezed it, lending him her strength. This made Christian smile a little.

Then he glanced at me and said softly, "I am sorry Rose. For all the things she did to you".

I got up quickly and made my way over to him.

I pulled him up and hugged him. "Don't be sorry, Christian. It wasn't your fault," I said in his ear. He nodded glumly, not believing me.

I shot a look towards Lissa, asking her to take care of him and talk to him. I knew she was the only one who could make him understand.

Just the way I was the one Dimitri listened to, poured his heart out to, when he was still suffering from his strigoi-trauma. Not Lissa, no matter how many times she had told him to forgive himself, had assured him that the things he did when he was a strigoi was not his fault. He'd never believed her. But he had listened to me that night in the alley with Donovan.

Lissa nodded at me and supported Christian back to his seat.

I returned to mine, letting Dimitri hug me close.

I laid my head on his shoulder and lightly kissed his cheek, soothing him.

Tasha's betrayal had hurt him as much as, or rather, more than me.

They had been good friends, after all. With years of friendship to look back on.

I sighed before motioning for Sydney to continue.