The Prince's Rose (H.S.)

5

Harry's POV

"Are you crazy?" Liam hissed as we stood in my room while I packed the supplies I had gathered.

Shortly after the incident with my father I took Rosie back to my room and had a servant send for the boys. Of course I knew it would take some convincing for them to go along with my plan, but this was the only chance we had since my father refused to listen.

"I can't just let him take her, Liam. This is the only way." I said.

"Are you sure about this? Your father won't be happy." Niall added.

"I don't care what he thinks. He's wrong. That man kidnapped Rosalie and he's trying to get her back to do god knows what to her. He's already done unspeakable things and I'm not letting him take her again. And you all know it takes two weeks to reach Paris from here. I just sent the messenger a week ago. There is no way that he would have gotten there yet to tell the King and Queen that their daughter is alive so how did he know she was here? The only explanation is that he followed her or he intercepted the message himself."

They were silent for a while, all of them knowing I was right. The pieces were falling into place now and it was our job to protect her... but we couldn't do that here.

"Okay. I'm in." Louis said.

The other boys fell into place and we finished getting ready to leave. I looked over at Rosie who had just been sitting on a chair in the corner of the room watching, still pale and sick looking. I could tell she was scared and I wanted to take her pain away so badly.

"Rose... I promise you I'll get you away from him. We're leaving tonight and I'm going to get you as far away from here as we can." I promised her as I knelt in front of her and gently wiped a tear from her cheek.

She sniffled and nodded, leaning forwards to wrap her arms around my neck.

"Thank you." She whispered.

I held her for a long while and kissed her head gently. I was going to protect her... even if it cost me my life.

~.:o:.~

"Where is Rosalie?" My mother asked as we all sat around the dinner table.

"She wasn't feeling well. She's resting." I said.

My eyes never left the man in front of me who was putting up the act of innocence that my parents were believing. It took everything in me not to lunge at him over the table and rip his throat out.

"Oh that's too bad. Poor thing has been through a lot recently." She said.

"It's going to be a long road to recovery that's for sure. I can only imagine what she went through." Isaac said.

"I'm sure you can see it pretty vividly can't you." I growled, gripping onto the armrest of my chair.

"Harry." My father warned.

"I have things to do. Excuse me."

I stood up and stormed off before anyone could say anything else, heading up to my room to find the boys guarding the room like I asked them to so she would feel safer. As I stepped inside I found her curled up on the bed struggling to rest before the long night ahead of us. Since I needed the rest as well I laid down behind her, pressing my body against her back as I wrapped my arms around her.

"Sleep, love. It'll be a long night." I murmured.

She sighed softly but nodded and grabbed hold of my hand, pulling it up to rest under her chin as she finally closed her eyes and allowed herself to sleep. I slept the best I could, but of course neither of us slept very well. When Louis came to wake us up we were exhausted, but we needed to get going otherwise we would never get out of here. Most of the people in the castle were asleep apart from some guards, but we knew how to get around them so it was easy for us to sneak out of the castle and get to our horses. Soon enough we were on our way out of the castle grounds and doing our best to put as much distance between us and the castle as possible.