The Prince's Rose (H.S.)

8

It's been days since I arrived back home in Paris and there was still no sign of Harry or even Isaac and his men. I was beginning to lose hope that they would never return and even the sky seemed to mimic my emotions today as rain poured down from the heavens from dark clouds that lingered in the sky. It felt like my world had turned dark and gloomy without him by my side and I couldn't handle it. I couldn't eat or sleep, and nightmares of losing Harry continued to plague me in my sleep.

At the moment Liam was the only one keeping me sane. He stayed by my side just as he promised and he became a very close friend to me, helping me through long nights when I couldn't sleep. I was so thankful to have a friend like him who was the only familar face at the moment. The only one I truly trusted.

The two of us walked through the castle together, his arm around my waist to help keep my weight off my ankle which was still a bit tender.

"Where do you think they are right now?" I asked him.

"I'm not sure. Probably hiding out somewhere waiting for a chance to get here." He said as he walked slowly beside me.

"I hope they're alright. I don't know what I would do if I lost him." I whispered as I sat down in the main sitting room.

"We will deal with that if it comes to that... but I have faith in them." He said as he sat beside me, holding onto my hand for comfort.

I nodded slightly and laid my head on his shoulder, letting out a soft sigh as I closed my eyes. A few minutes later we heard footsteps growing closer, but I didn't bother to open my eyes because I figured it was just a guard passing by.

"I leave you two alone for a few days and you're already this close? Maybe it was a bad idea." That familiar voice that I had been dying to hear again teased.

My eyes shot open and I looked over to see Harry standing in the doorway with a tired smile on his face. He looked dirty and beat up with some bruises and cuts evident on his face and body, but he was alive and that was all I cared about. I jumped to my feet and ran over to hug him tightly, choking out a sob as I clung to him. If he was in any pain he didn't show it because he held onto me just as tight.

"I thought you were dead." I whimpered as I pulled back to look at him, seeing a cut above his left eye and another on his bottom lip.

"I made a promise didn't I?" He smiled.

"I hate you so much for leaving me like that." I mumbled before crashing my lips onto his.

"I love you, too." He murmured against my lips with a smile as he returned the passionate kiss.

Eventually we pulled away and I pressed my forehead to his for a moment as I calmed myself down, feeling so relieved that he was safe in my arms again. We would have stayed there longer if my father hadn't cleared his throat, obviously a bit confused as to what was going on between us. I wiped my eyes then looked at my father as I grabbed onto Harry's hand.

"Your Majesty." Harry said formally as he bowed to him. "I know this may seem strange to you, but Rosalie and I made a plan long before she was taken to be together and I wish to marry her. I already asked her and she said yes, but your blessing would mean the world to us."

I squeezed Harry's hand, feeling nervous about how he would react but he simply smiled.

"How could I deny the man who risked his life to save my daughter the chance to marry her? If that is what she wants then UK have my blessing." He said.

I smiled widely and immediately rushed forwards to hug him tightly, something that came as a shock to him since I had been so distant around them since I got here.