The Prince's Rose (H.S.)

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Rose’s POV

It has been a few weeks since Prince Harry found me in the woods and I was slowly gaining my strength back. He was so sweet and patient with me, trying everything he could to jog a memory but nothing was working. I knew he wanted me to remember, but with the nightmares I had been having I wasn’t sure I wanted to. Usually I woke up before anything too bad happened, but there was a fear of reliving the bad parts that kept me from wanting to remember at all. The nightmares are the exact reason why I found myself sitting in the garden next to the well in the center of it.

“Rose! There you are. What are you doing out here this late?” Harry asked me as he walked over to me.

“Couldn't sleep. I'm sorry I worried you.” I said softly as I pulled the blanket I had around my body closer to keep myself from getting colder.

“You'll catch a cold out here, love. May I?” he asked as he looked over at me, motioning towards the seat beside me.

I nodded and watched him sit down then he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over my shoulders. I opened my mouth to argue but he put his finger to my lips to silence me before I could.

“Ah ah ah. You're still in recovery which means you could catch a cold far quicker than I could. Don't argue with me.” He said.

I furrowed my brows and pouted at him which only made his smile widen.

“Put that lip away before I make you.” He teased.

“Make me? How would you make me?” I asked curiously.

“I have my ways…” He murmured, glancing down at my lips.

The way he was looking at me made butterflies form in my stomach. He leaned in slightly but instead of kissing my lips he lifted his head to place one on my forehead.

“Do you want to talk about your dream?” he asked.

I sighed and shook my head as I looked down at the stone path under my feet, gently kicking a few petals away.

“You won't be able to remember until you get yourself past this block you have on your mind. Get past the fear and then you'll remember all of the good things.” He said softly.

“And what if I can't? What if the only thing I remember is what that awful man did to me? Those are horrible memories, Harry. From what little I remember I don't want to remember the rest.”

“Alright. If that's what you choose to do then we will make good memories to replace the bad. I'll help you… starting now.” He grinned as he stood up.

“What are you doing?” I asked him as he held his hand out to me.

“I'm asking a beautiful girl for a dance under the moonlight.” He smiled.

I blushed at his compliment, smiling softly as I reached out to place my small hand in his large one. His hand looked giant compared to mine yet they fit together so perfectly. I stood and let the blanket and jacket fall off my shoulders but I did slip the jacket back on so I could stay warm. Once I stood close to him he placed his hand on my waist while the other held my hand. I placed my free hand on his shoulder and smiled softly as I followed his lead, dancing around the small open area with ease.

“So apparently you know how to dance quite well.” Harry mused.

“I suppose I do.” I smiled back and as I looked at him I suddenly found myself in a ballroom staring up at a boy who looked annoyed because he was being forced to do something he didn’t want to.

“Do I have to?” He huffed.

“Yes. You need the practice and she is already here so you might as well practice with a partner.” A woman who I assumed was his mentor ordered him.