The Dark Rose 🌹 {18+}

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'War created bizarre allies, while peace itself could be divisive.' - Ian Rankin

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- Aldéric

Bang...

Bang...

Bang...

"Will you stop that already?!" My Father snaps from behind me.

I ignore him, walking back and then running full force at the cell door.

Bang...

Again.

Bang...

I won't stop until I know for sure that there's nothing else left to fight for. I won't let her go, I won't let Rose marry that bastard if it's the last thing I do.

The moment I saw her beside Richard, my heart plummeted and smashed to pieces. For days I knew something wasn't right, I couldn't feel her, I couldn't feel our bond and now I know why. Richard had forcefully taken her away from me.

The look of Rose's face when her eyes locked with mine, it sent a chill straight down my spine. She was so scared, so broken...

...And I couldn't do anything!

I had her and I couldn't do fuck all. I was outnumbered by Richard's men, one wrong move and I would have killed us both. Perhaps that would have been the lesser of two evils. At least then I wouldn't have had to watch her walk away from me and towards that conniving cunt.

It destroyed me when he forced me to watch him feed from her and the moan that spilled from her lips... I didn't want to believe that she could enjoy his touch so easily.

Has he touched her intimately?

Just thinking of all the different things he could have done- is doing to her sends fire rushing through my veins, boiling the surface of my skin.

Arghhhhh!

Bang!

"Stop it, Ric!" My Father snaps again as I breath in and out harshly, "You have silver in your veins, your attempts are useless!"

Sweat is dripping from my forehead, my shirt damp from how many times I've tried to break us out of here. I turn dark eyes on my him, glaring his way, "Would you rather I sit around and do fuck all like you?"

All he's done since we got put in here is whine and feel sorry for himself. Yes, he's lost everything but he's not even willing to fight to get it back. His amber eyes narrow dangerously as he stares up at me from his position on the damp and filthy bench. He blames me, "If it weren't for you and that whore of a mistress running around my estate, we wouldn't be here right now!"

My entire body tenses, I'm practically shaking with rage, "Her name is Rose and she is my beloved! That's all I knew at the time, what would you have done if the shoe was on the other foot? If it was mum?"

"Don't you dare bring her up!" He yells back, snapping to his feet, "Vera was worth everything to me, I would have done anything but it wasn't enough to save her!" He's breathing harshly, calming down before adding, "Love isn't enough, it never will be. You should just let Rose go."