Novel & Cerita Riddle Rosehearts

He put his hand on the spot. " Sky? " I looked at the girl who was already sporting a beautiful flower behind her ear. " I think I would do the silhouettes of buildings on my heel " She thought for a moment " What about you, Rose?” " A brush surrounded by watercolor blotches on the back of my head," she returned without hesitation as she fiddled with her cell phone. I brought my hand up to her hair, pulling it away so that I could see her neck, wondering what it looked like, and received a skewed look amidst a small smile in return.

Leaning down, he offered his hand to bring her up. Rose looked at the offered hand longingly, debating if she should follow the rules or just have fun… as the boy started to wiggle his fingers she grasped his hand and jumped up onto the side of the fence panel. The ladies were all so engrossed in ogling the soldiers and their muscles that no one noticed her for once and she could at last have some real fun! Giving the boy her attention, Rose introduced herself; “thank you for helping me get a better view young sir, I do love watching! My name is Rose Duncaster, heiress to this manor.”

There are those that had left them there. “B-but,” I stutter, trying to find the right words to say. “Why Azure?” “What’s in Azure that’s not in anyplace else?” No. That wouldn’t make any sense. Eleanor’s eyes though, tells me that whatever it was I was thinking, was probably right. “Those Sisters of Selene…their the mothers?”

Should Rose help her step-mother or not? ***

Rose looked around before taking a step forward to whisper her response, "She didn't take the news well. She was not ready to face everyone after what her mother had done. She left a note in which she apologised to everyone and said she didn't want to be found." I let out a sigh. This is not what I was expecting. Ruth was innocent, she was doing what she believed was right. She was following her mother. She had no idea about the dark magic. "Do you think she is safe?" Rose pressed her lips in a thin line, "She knows her spells. Anyone who decides to mess with her would be an idiot."

Rotating the necklace she found words engraved on it. 'Roses are beautiful. The spirit of the Roseate will always guide you on the 10th." Beneath the quote was her name. Iris. What the heck is Roseate? This revelation shocked Iris. Is this the time her memories will come back? The number 10 seems to be a clue but she does not know what it is. Giving her a new hope Medicia was right her memories will be coming back. She must keep the necklace hidden for now or else someone might take it away. It was dark outside so she went out of the bed then proceeded to the library. Hoping to get some answers in one of the books.

Alice whispered, holding the hat like a crown. My chest ached. I gripped the cake tighter. That's when Rosa approached Alice with a different package. Rectangular, wrapped in kraft paper, tied with a red satin ribbon. "This one…" Rosa's voice faltered. "This one is mine." Alice opened the gift carefully, as if unraveling a secret. It was a frame. Hand-embroidered. Two small hearts, side by side, intertwined with delicate blue and pink thread. Above them, a cherry blossom branch—which I recognized immediately—and a pine bough dusted with snow.

Chapter 58 – Great surprise. We reach the Greathouse Garden also known as the Flower heart. I walk into the Garden there’s a box a bit bigger than the last one. I open it. A puzzle? Damn she is giving me work on top of it. I build the puzzle. it says «ROSES ARE RED, VIOLETS ARE BLUE INSIDE OF ME TWO HEARTS BEAT FOR YOU» What is up with these clues. They all about hearts? Two hearts? Is it because she has my heart? I think something is wrong with my wife. The driver hands me another Note

That made her draw a sinister smile on her face. “Who is there?” She asks, and though she already knew who it was. She giggles, knowing who is it, yet she is in a bit of a playful mood, which teases her knowing guess. “It’s me.” With a sly smile that forms on her face, she playfully asks. “Who’s me? The rose with no thorn? The sun whose light doesn’t exist, or the soulless shadow that is undefined?” The riddle that only the four of them knew. The words that she throws through a question that is immediately answered by the words.