The Prince's Rose (H.S.)

4

**TRIGGER WARNING! MENTIONS AND PARTIALLY DESCRIBES SEXUAL ASSAULT**

After Rosie passed out I had gone straight to my parents to let them know that she was in fact Rosalie Devereux, and they immediately sent out a messenger to travel to France to let the King and Queen know that we had found their daughter and she was safe with us. It had been a little over a week since then and I knew it would take even more time for them to arrive so I put my focus on making sure that Rosie was doing alright.

The first couple of days she stayed in her room, but after some convincing I finally got her to come out and enjoy some things with me. We went out horseback riding and although she didn't originally remember how to ride one it all came back to her once she was in the saddle. Seeing the joy on her face as we raced side by side was the best thing I had seen in awhile. It made my heart swell and I was so glad that she was happy again.

Of course I stopped pushing her to remember, but instead subtly gave hints to past memories which seemed to be helping her. She was remembering the little things about our past together which was good enough for me, especially since she was acting more like her old self now. I was finally getting my Rosie back and I was so happy.

The only problem was that with each good memory that she remembered came a bad one to follow...

Charlie's POV

*Flashback*

"I'll see you in a few months, mum. I won't be gone too long." I promised my mother as she held me tightly, not wanting to let her baby go.

"I know but this is the first time you've gone anywhere without us. I know Isaac will take care of you, but it's not easy for a mother to let go of her baby for that long." She pouted.

"I'll be fine, mum. I should really get going. I'll write to you every day. I love you." I tell her as I kiss her cheek then give my father a tight hug.

I stepped into the carriage with Isaac and things were going well for the first half of the trip, but the second we stepped off the ship a bunch of men attacked and the next thing I knew I was knocked unconscious.

I awoke bound and blindfolded, having no idea of who my captures were or where I was. All I knew was that I could hear what sounded like a water wheel nearby. After a few minutes of attempting to free myself the door opened and the sound of footsteps growing near causes me to freeze. My heart began to pound as I heard a deep chuckle.

"All that time I spent planning finally paid off... Now you're mine." A low menacing voice said.

I felt a hand on my cheek and whimpered as I jerked away.

"Don't try to fight me because it'll just be even worse for you."

His hands moved over my body and I screamed and fought him, struggling to get away as I cried out for help. There was no way in hell that I was letting this man have his way with me, though I quickly realized that he was much stronger than I. With a harsh smack to my face my head jerked to the side and I was dazed long enough for him to push me to the floor on my stomach. As his hands tugged at my clothes I regained my strength and screamed even more, calling out for the one who always made me feel safe.

"Harry!"

*End flashback*

Harry's POV

I woke up to the sound of Charlie screaming my name and I immediately jumped up from my spot sitting on the chair by the window and rushed to her side, shaking her and calling her name to get her to wake up. When she finally did she fought me as if I was hurting her until she finally realized who I was and just broke down sobbing. I hugged her tightly and pulled her onto my lap, allowing her to cry as I did my best to calm her. She had been having nightmares more often and they seemed to be getting worse which worried me.