Roseline Benjamin Romane & Geschichten

Alice’s Point of view I look at Elliot, pleadingly. No good excuse comes to me and I pray that he has more imagination than I do, but he is as dumbfounded as I am. Another person arrives with a book and a glass of rum in the hand. "Alice, Elliot, I think I've got it." Says Prince Benjamin. What the hell is he doing here? "Oh, Goddess! Prince Benjamin! I'm so sorry I didn't see you!" Rose says, bowing slightly.

Before Seraphina could answer, the study door swung open with a loud crash. Rodah stood in the doorway, her breathing heavy, her emerald dress slightly wrinkled. She started to talk. I knew she had marched up here to confront me about the breakfast incident, but the moment her eyes landed on Seraphina standing inches away from me, her face turned pale, then flushed with immediate, unbridled fury. "Am I interrupting your little reunion?" Rodah spat, her voice shaking as she stepped into the room. Seraphina didn't skip a beat. The venomous look on her face vanished instantly, replaced by a sweet, sugary, and deeply apologetic expression. She smoothed down her crimson dress and took a step back

Benjamin's reputation preceded him—a ruthless man with a code of honor that drove him to protect the innocent, even amidst the treacherous world they inhabited. Grim determination etched across Benjamin's face as he faced Marcus, daring him to challenge his authority. Marcus, realizing the odds were stacked against him, sneered and retreated into the shadows, disappearing just as quickly as he had appeared. Relief washed over Rose as she found herself surrounded by Benjamin and his trusted gang members. They formed a protective shield around her, offering solace and reassurance during this harrowing ordeal. "Mrs. Rose, you are safe now," Benjamin whispered, his voice filled with both empathy

Ben was looking at her with worry. She had seemed out of it since they had left the hall. She hadn’t been able to give him any coherent responses to his questions. Rose pulled herself off the couch and took off the detachable train. She silently turned around so Ben could zip her down. She was about to let the dress fall to her feet. “Rose!” Ben called out in a panic because he didn’t want to have to explain to Wayne or his girlfriend how he had seen Rose naked. Rose looked at him like she finally noticed his presence.

“You’re dead to me, Benjamin. Dead.” Neither of them said another word. Rose hurried out of the room, tears streaming down her face, barely dressed. Benjamin followed after her silently, like a dog who knew he’d been kicked out of the only shelter he had. I stood in the middle of the wreckage—broken glass, overturned lamps, shattered illusions—and let the silence sink in.