La Pucelle had remembered her life and her love.
She was eighteen when it happened. Rosa was at a coffee shop in Paris after she had a 4-hour long photoshoot. She didn't enjoy having to do such trivial things as this, but it was for her new album, 'Born For This' so she had to. Rosa, of course, always asked that all her photo shoots weren't provocative in any way. She never told them why, but it's not like she needed a reason. She didn't feel comfortable in anything revealing, even if it was just a tank top.
Rosa looked out the window and sighed. She didn't even know who she was at this point. So much of her has changed, yet she still couldn't understand why she felt as though two separate people were fighting over her mind. Maybe she was going crazy, the music business had that effect on people. Her entire music career even changed. Instead of her upbeat pop style, she switched to classical and opera style music pandering to a completely different audience.
And that's when Francis Bonnefoy walked into the small café, glad to get a warm cup of coffee to calm his mind. His boss had been relentless lately and it was really starting to get to him. Perhaps he should find a lover? Someone to help him relax and to confide in while also keeping them safe and happy. He took his coffee and sat down at a small table by himself. He took a few long, slow sips before turning his attention to the woman across the room. She was beautiful, but then again he thought everyone was beautiful, and she seemed very familiar. That's when it hit him. It was Rosalina Chevalieré.
His mouth opened agape when he noticed who was sitting right before his eyes. He knew that by now he still shouldn't have been so star struck, but he couldn't help himself, her voice was so beautiful- it took his breath away. He was surprised she was here uninterrupted and felt almost sad because she looked... lonely.
In reality, no one else was in the small café, besides the barista. Just Rosalina and Francis, one taking slow sips of her cup while the other was trying not to be a fool in wanting to approach her.
Francis felt a wave of nervousness overcome him when he realized that he wanted to talk to her. There were a lot of bad things that could happen if they started talking. The press could see them, or they could get caught discussing certain things that the public shouldn't know. Francis pushed those negative thoughts away and stood up, coffee in hand, and walked up to her. "Hello miss, is this seat taken?"
"Well, no, but we're the only customers here and there are plenty of empty seats." Was the sly response.
A little surprised at the formal greeting by the voice of a stranger, Rosa looked up to see the man smiling at her, and holding out his hand in greeting. She began to feel a strange feeling in her heart. Tugging, suspense, desire. Not the type of desire one would have after even seeing a boy for the first time, obviously.
Remember, he could have Liana.
But she felt that there was something about him that made every particle inside of her go crazy.
"Well yes, but I recognized you and I wanted to meet you, is that any way to treat a fan?" Francis teased.
Rosa became flustered for a moment before composing herself. "My apologies..."
"Francis Bonnefoy."
"Francis." Rosa held out her hand to shake his which he took. Rosa felt a sudden rush as if she was on a rollercoaster and started having one of her weird visions.
"Why did you even come? You know those guards would have killed you if you weren't..."
"I wanted to see you..."
She saw a prison cell before her eyes. It looked dusty, with mold coming off the ceiling. Moonlight shone down on the same girl she has seen all these years only in her dreams. She seemed to be cradling a man in her lap, threading her fingers gently through his long blonde hair and massaging his back.
