Every Rose Has It's Thorn

Every Rose Has It's Thorn Pt 15

Word Count 2,390

     I rolled over, my eyes battling against the heat and light from the sun shining in through the windows. Wait, they are not my windows. I lunged up into a seated position, my fists wrapped around the silk sheets that covered me and frowned. Was this some sort of dream? An illusion? My body spun around and my feet met the cool tiled floor almost silently. There was a light tap on the door before it swung open and an older woman entered holding a bundle of clothing.

“Good morning lady Y/L/N, I trust you slept well?” She asked, not stilling as she awaited my answer. I frowned as I watched her place the clothing down on the console at the other side of the large room before she crossed in front of me and began fluffing at the half-pulled drapes.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” I asked, finally finding my voice – I was suddenly incredibly grateful that I’d been put to bed in my clothes last night, god forbid she’d walked in on me naked.

“I’m Karen, your chambermaid.” The woman may as well have replied using only birdsong because I still had no idea who she was and why she was in this random bedroom waiting for me to get out of bed. My face must have reflected my confusion because she let out a long, loud sigh before she spoke again.

“Yes your chambermaid, Lady Y/L/N,” She clarified yet my frown only deepened.

“This is Cleveland, isn’t it?” I finally clicked and stood up to move closer to the window. I gazed out across the rooftops and bustling streets and my breath caught low in my chest. It was nothing like I had imagined – it was so much better, it was beautiful.

“Yes, my lady. Now if you could hurry along your presence has been requested in the throne room.” I spun around to face Karen, my mouth ajar and my eyes wide.

“You have got to be kidding,” I muttered, looking down at my outfit and considering whether or not it was appropriate to attend a throne room with literal royals in nothing but jeans and a plaid shirt. My deliberations were hastily interrupted as the door swung open for a second time, this time it was Thor that stood in the frame. Karen immediately bowed her head and clasped her hands in front of her and I raised my eyebrow at Rook in question.

“Things are slightly different here, Lady Y/L/N,” He mused as he strode across the floor towards me. He wrapped his burly arms around my shoulders before parting us and gazing down at my inadequate height.

“I’m afraid you had some trouble on our travels,” Rook smiled, his hands still planted on the top of my arms.

“I passed out, didn’t I?” I closed my eyes as I felt heat flush my cheeks.

“Yes, you certainly did.” With a broad pat on my shoulders, his hands left me – leaving me unable to hold back from rubbing the bruised skin. The guy really didn’t know his own strength.

“That’s great,” I groaned before silence broke out between us. There was just one question praying to slip from between my lips; where is he?

As if he had read my mind, Rook’s eyes dipped to meet mine, “Colson is being held in a secure room in the East Wing. He has asked if I would bring you to him, he is to be sentenced in a few hours.”Rook’s words punched a hole in my chest, pain rattled my bones as I tried to disguise my worry.

“I assume I don’t have a choice?” I asked as if my mind wasn’t already running down the hallways of this place searching for him.

“Come, I will take you,” Rook offered his arm and I accepted with false reluctance.

The place was huge – with high ceilings and an array of paintings and portraits adorning the walls. I could imagine them both, Rook and Colson running around, playing hide and seek and other childish games. Most of all, I could see a young Colson causing mischief. After around fifteen minutes of walking and mundane chat, we came to a hallway with just one single door at the other end was guarded by two large, muscular men that could rival even Rook’s significant size.