The Prince's Rose (H.S.)

9

Harry's POV

"What do you mean he has her?! You were supposed to protect her!" I shouted at the boys as they forced me back into bed despite my best efforts to get up so I could go after them.

I felt so weak and helpless in this state. The thought of her being back in the hands of that monster infuriated me. The King apparently already had men searching for her all over the village and since it happened less than an hour ago they couldn't have gotten far.

"I'm sorry, but we didn't even know she was out of the castle until it was too late. She ran off without telling anyone." Louis said.

"Dammit!" I yelled as I ran my hand through my hair.

I felt awful and the doctor had come to try getting my fever down, but one more alcohol wash to my cut and a nasty herbal drink later I still felt like shit. Every time I tried to stand I felt dizzy and nauseous so I was completely and utterly helpless. Even if we did find her I wouldn't be able to go fight to get her back and I hated it.

"We'll find her, Harry... but you know she would kill you if she found out you weren't resting and getting better. There's no point in going after her yourself if you kill yourself in the process." Louis said.

I sighed deeply and nodded slightly, sitting up slightly to drink some water as one of the maids put a cool cloth on my forehead help get my fever down. It definitely helped even though I felt like I was freezing and shivered the whole time. Louis was right though. I needed to get better so when she returned I could be there for her just like she was for me.

My parents arrived the next morning and of course my mother forced me to take it easy while my father spoke with Rosie's father, Charles, about what was going on. I could tell they felt bad for not believing us before, especially after hearing that I was hurt by Isaac's men on the way here.

We ended up going nearly three days without any sign of her until suddenly Isaac stormed up to the gates with his army demanding to speak to the King. Of course when I heard he was there I went out with them. I felt better, but still not a hundred percent though I didn't let that stop me. Especially when I found out that he had Rosie with him.

I walked side by side with King Charles surrounded by both French and British soldiers. If there was a fight to be fought we were ready for it. Of course a majority of the French guard turned traitor when Isaac made his move so some of them were on the opposite side of the gates, but with the British men my father brought with him we were evened out.

My heart dropped as they pulled Rosie out from behind the line of guards, practically dragging her because she could barely hold herself up. It was obvious they beat her due to the bruises on her face and dried blood. Seeing her like that made me more angry than I had ever felt in my entire life and if I find out he violated her again he was going to get an even more painful death than we already had planned.

"I've come to make a trade. Your daughter for your crown. Which will it be?" Isaac asked.

"Don't do it!" Rosie suddenly yelled, only to be struck by Isaac.

I lurched forwards ready to kill him, but Louis grabbed onto my arm and held me back.

"Let me go!" I growled.

"We want to kill him as much as you do but if you run in there now you'll get yourself and her killed." He said to me.

I reluctantly gave in and nodded, looking at Rosie as Isaac pulled her back to her feet by her hair. Her whimpers of pain only angered me more and I gripped onto my sword, ready to drive it through his heart.

"I'm waiting." Isaac said in an annoyed tone.

"And if I refuse?" King Charles asked.

"Well then I'll just take her and you'll never see her again. She'll make a great wife for me. Don't you think, Prince Harry?" He smirked as he stood behind her and gripped onto her chin to make her look at me.