The Prince's Rose (H.S.)

7

"Rosie, we have to go. Get in the boat!" Harry yelled over the chaos of cannon fire and the shouts from the crew.

"These people are going to die, Harry! We can't just leave them! They don't even know how to fight!" I cried.

"We have to leave them or you won't be able to stop Isaac. I know it's hard but we have to go." Harry said, sympathizing with my fears because he too felt the same.

My eyes filled with tears as I looked back at the crew who were crambling around trying to keep the ship afloat even though there were already multiple holes in it. The Captain walked over and nodded.

"Go, Princess. It will have been an honor to serve England and France in protecting the crown. We will fend them off as much as we can." He said.

"But Captain-" I started but he shook his head.

"No need for formalities... Call me Killian." He said as he shook my hand. "I'll see you again when you are safe in Paris."

I nodded slightly and couldn't help but give him a tight hug for his kindness before reluctantly getting in the life boat with Harry and the boys. They started rowing as fast and they could, trying to get us through the last stretch until we got to the French shoreline. I kept my eyes on the ship as I watched the crew jump into the cold waters, trying to swim to shore for their safety as the ship was blown to pieces. It didn't take long for Isaac to realize we weren't on board and when his ship came our way I felt panic rising up in my chest. They were much faster so even as we made it to shore we were cutting it close and we would also be running on foot the rest of the way due to the fact that the horses were left back in England.

The second we hit land the boys pulled the boat onto the short then we all got out and started running. As I ran I started having flashbacks of when I escaped him the first time. I was running through the dark woods, hearing shouts from the men behind me. My lungs burned and my feet hurt like hell but I kept going until I fell down a steep hill and ended up rolling, cutting my skin on twigs and fallen branches until I slammed into a boulder which is what made me lose my memory. It felt exactly the same as I ran with Harry and the boys, but even more terrifying because I knew what he was capable of. My foot caught on something because I was distracted and it sent me falling to the ground with a hard thud.

"Rose!" Harry called as he immediately turned around and came back to help me up.

I whimpered as pain shot up from my ankle and I was struggling to breathe because I was so afraid. I could hear the shouts in the distance as the men grew closer and I felt like it was happening all over again.

"Rosalie, look at me." Harry demanded as he grabbed my cheeks. "We will be fine. I won't let them take you. I promise... but you have to run for me, love."

I took a few deep breaths to calm down and nodded, letting him wrap his arm around me so I had support as we rushed off after the boys who were waiting for us to catch up. By the time we made it to the next village if felt like Isaac's men were so close that they were breathing down our necks. We had no choice but to hide until the boys could figure out a way to get us some horses or a carriage that we could use for the final stretch to Paris.

Harry carefully pulled off my boot and I bit my lip harshly to quiet myself due to the pain. By the looks of my swollen and bruised ankle it was obviously sprained which meant I couldn't run very fast.

"Harry... I'm scared." I whispered, looking at him as he paused from wrapping my ankle and sighed softly.

"I am, too, but we will figure it out okay?" He assured me, cupping my cheek to wipe away a stray tear that fell down my cheek.