His Fiore

25

Rose's P.O.V

I smiled as I pressed onto the originals, leaning back in my bed whilst drowning myself in the soft duvet. I was currently relaxing with no husband or clues to annoy me, I'm in such a good mood I might even take a lovely stroll outside, despite the freezing weather.

After we found the key, I came back upstairs passing dozens of windows, which all showcased the grounds and fields outside, which was covered in beautiful white snow. I always loved the wintertime weather, although it is quite odd that it's snowing, I mean, we are only in October but eh everything in my life is weird at this point.

Picking up the remote I paused it as I lifted my pillow and put it to the side. Four keys sat in front of me with the numbers:

4

19

23

And 31.

I wonder how many more keys we have left, hopefully not a lot because I am really missing home. Not going to lie, I have become...accustomed to this place but nothing is good as home. Not to mention there's freaking dead peoples skeletons here.

One that I kicked like an hour ago. Oopsie forgive me God, my bad.

Sighing, I put my pillow back on top of the keys and decided to go outside. I slipped on my boots and opened the door, looking at the long corridor that stretched in front of me.

As I walked around, I mindlessly began humming a song, whilst staring at the different portraits on the wall. The high class looking people that sat in old Victorian clothes took me back to the first day when I had seen that women who looked shockingly similar to mama. I wonder if that was really her or just a surprising coincidence.

Not to mention the fact that "primis" was written next to it, which meant first. First for what?

Shaking away my thoughts, I made my way to the chandelier room and down the corridor to the great big entrance. Opening the doors, I immediately shivered at the cool frost that hit me straight in the face.

Wow.

This was absolutely beautiful! Shivering, I hugged my arms as I cursed at myself for not bringing a coat. I was just stood in a fuzzy top with my night pyjamas. Yes I'm aware I probably look like poo, but i am not walking all the way back to the room to get a jacket. So I stepped out into the snow, glad that my shoes were suitable.

Enrique's P.O.V

I paced up and down the corridor as I scratched my neck. What the actual fuck did I do wrong now? All I've done is be nice and she has this attitude as if I am fucking another girl infront of her.

Gosh I just do not understand women.

You know what? Why should I put in so much effort, if she's just going to not like me back? I'm just going to get this over with and go home and back to the whores who are most likely wondering where I am.

Back to your whores? Rose is the only one allowed to be your whore.

Oh shut up, I can have others, like I've been doing this entire marriage. I don't need her.

I ignored the prick in my heart as I repeated the same sentence over and over.

I don't need her.
I don't need her.
I don't need her.

Of course I don't, I'm Enrique King. When have I ever needed anybody?

Sighing, I massaged my temples as I leaned against the glass window in front of me. In the corner of my eye, I noticed a figure running past with a snow ball in their hand? I thought we were alone here, who the fuck is that?