Romans & histoires Rule Of Rose

He raised his head to look at her, like he was surprised to see her there. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” She’d asked as she tried to pry open his fist. He’d let her, opened it up easily and let her take the rose from his now bloody palm, the flower fell to the floor. “Shit!” She exclaimed as pulled up the hem of her oversized t-shirt and proceeded to clean the blood from his palm. “Are you insane?” she whipped her head up to look at him “Why would you hold a rose that way, didn’t you ever learn that you have to avoid the thorns?”

Rose spoke of the attack on his men that pulled him away from making her know she was his. “Hm… Now, that ends for us today. I’ve told those going into town that it’s no holds barred except killing. Russell wants to plan nasty. He’ll learn to pick his victims better. Dirty tricks only work once with us. I won’t overestimate how far he’s willing to get what he wants and protect what he thinks he has.” Rose heard Ty’s words and wondered how similar he was to her father. But far from identical, though. Ty’s wanted more for everyone. Her father wants more for himself at the expense of others. The expense was what everyone objected to.

The villainess. The plot of *The Prince's Rose* crashed over her. Prince Alexander, the golden-haired, stoic heir, destined to fall for Sophia Bellweather, the kind-hearted, orphaned daughter of a minor baron. And Lady Vivian? The Duke’s spoiled, ruthless daughter, obsessed with Alexander, engaged to him through political maneuvering. She would stop at nothing to eliminate Sophia – slander, sabotage, even attempted murder. Her actions would ultimately lead to her public disgrace, her engagement broken, her family ruined, and her exile to a desolate convent… before a mysterious, fatal "accident" befell her carriage on the journey. The readers had cheered at her downfall.

At least that kept her sister nearby. Ruling scared Rose. She had never been brought up to rule. Abigail was the heir of both of her parents, and Rose had been fine with that. Now, not only had she surpassed her older sister in status, but she was her ruler, as well. Technically, Abby had to bow to her, but she'd never make her do it. She loved her sister and had never sought to overtake her.

Ron was winning. “Fall back!” Rose roared as she stood up and grasped the arm of the trembling young sorcerer, hauling him to his feet. “Regroup now!” she ordered. At this rate, Ron would win the battle and she couldn't allow that. Not when she just became queen.

“That is just ridiculous. I heard a lot about you but I didn't think you were so evil. There is no way you think that I would follow all the bizarre rules you've penned down there. You need to do better.” Grim couldn't believe his eyes. He would have thought Rose had no fear. But he still recalled their kiss when she had melted in his presence. Why was she acting stubborn, was she trying to get on his nerves? He scoffed. “This rule has been in place for as long as I have been on the throne. Things are not going to change just because you're here now. Now sit down for dinner and reserve your energy for when I'll be coming to make love to you.”

Rose scorned her words and replied with a sly smirk, "Why don't you try that?" Rosalia is no longer as naive as she once used to be. Kate felt enraged at her behaviour, she was not being easy to fool around just like before. Whatever scheme she was trying was failing miserably and whatever she was tricking to keep her apart from Kevin's shelter was pushing her more into it. She was so damn infuriated to her at this point. "You are just being a fool. He just wants an heir. You are so fucked if you end up with daughters," Kate sneered back, continuing with her little manipulating mind games. The dismay on Rose's face satisfied her eyes, she knew she definitely had struck the right nerve.

"I am allergic to rose oil! Dad knows about it! And Avril was the one who told the maids to smother my bed in rose oil! Dad was the one who found out about it…" Layla exclaimed, crying pitifully as she nursed her stinging cheek. "You're still trying to lie about it!" Eric roared, suddenly stepping forward and grabbing her by her collar. He tightened his hold on her, lifting her up. And since he was very tall, Layla was almost lifted off the ground.

Why did she have to follow every rule, every custom? “I… I can’t stand! How am I supposed to dance?” snapped Rose. “Don’t worry, wifey! I will never let you lose face,” smirked Kingsley. “Excuse me!” said Rose. She had barely finished speaking when Kingsley grabbed her by her waist tightly and lifted her. He softly placed her feet over his feet and didn’t let go of Rose. “What…?” gasped Rose. She looked into his eyes and saw sweetness, love and mischief swirling around. The song reverberated in her ears, and suddenly her expression changed. She knew that song. It was Lucas’s favourite song. She used to dance with him on that song.

~ Blaire~ The moment I realized I owned the body, I jumped into action, every part of me screamed control, power and I wasn’t about to let anyone mistake me for weak Rose. I grabbed the makeup and worked fast, covering every trace of Rose soft, innocent look…Just remembering Rose’s face, her weak, helpless expression made anger boil inside me, that wasn’t me…that wasn’t who I wanted the world to see.