The Prince's Rose

**TRIGGER WARNING! MENTIONS AND PARTIALLY DESCRIBES SEXUAL ASSAULT**

After Rosie passed out I had gone straight to my parents to let them know that she was in fact Rosalie Devereux, and they immediately sent out a messenger to travel to France to let the King and Queen know that we had found their daughter and she was safe with us. It had been a little over a week since then and I knew it would take even more time for them to arrive so I put my focus on making sure that Rosie was doing alright.

The first couple of days she stayed in her room, but after some convincing I finally got her to come out and enjoy some things with me. We went out horseback riding and although she didn’t originally remember how to ride one it all came back to her once she was in the saddle. Seeing the joy on her face as we raced side by side was the best thing I had seen in awhile. It made my heart swell and I was so glad that she was happy again.

Of course I stopped pushing her to remember, but instead subtly gave hints to past memories which seemed to be helping her. She was remembering the little things about our past together which was good enough for me, especially since she was acting more like her old self now. I was finally getting my Rosie back and I was so happy.

The only problem was that with each good memory that she remembered came a bad one to follow…

Rosie's POV

*Flashback*

“I’ll see you in a few months, mum. I won't be gone too long.” I promised my mother as she held me tightly, not wanting to let her baby go.

“I know but this is the first time you've gone anywhere without us. I know Isaac will take care of you, but it's not easy for a mother to let go of her baby for that long.” She pouted.

“I'll be fine, mum. I should really get going. I'll write to you every day. I love you.” I tell her as I kiss her cheek then give my father a tight hug.

I stepped into the carriage with Isaac and things were going well for the first half of the trip, but the second we stepped off the ship a bunch of men attacked and the next thing I knew I was knocked unconscious.

I awoke bound and blindfolded, having no idea of who my captures were or where I was. All I knew was that I could hear what sounded like a water wheel nearby. After a few minutes of attempting to free myself the door opened and the sound of footsteps growing near causes me to freeze. My heart began to pound as I heard a deep chuckle.

“All that time I spent planning finally paid off… Now you're mine.” A low menacing voice said.

I felt a hand on my cheek and whimpered as I jerked away.

“Don't try to fight me because it'll just be even worse for you.”

His hands moved over my body and I screamed and fought him, struggling to get away as I cried out for help. There was no way in hell that I was letting this man have his way with me, though I quickly realized that he was much stronger than I. With a harsh smack to my face my head jerked to the side and I was dazed long enough for him to push me to the floor on my stomach. As his hands tugged at my clothes I regained my strength and screamed even more, calling out for the one who always made me feel safe.

“Harry!”

*End flashback*

Harry’s POV

I woke up to the sound of Rose screaming my name and I immediately jumped up from my spot sitting on the chair by the window and rushed to her side, shaking her and calling her name to get her to wake up. When she finally did she fought me as if I was hurting her until she finally realized who I was and just broke down sobbing. I hugged her tightly and pulled her onto my lap, allowing her to cry as I did my best to calm her. She had been having nightmares more often and they seemed to be getting worse which worried me.

“You're okay… you're safe, love.” I said softly as I kissed her head and kept a tight grip on her trembling body to match her equally tight grip on me.

“T They attacked us. They killed the others and took me somewhere. I I don't know where. I couldn't see through the blindfold… a and there was this man and he-”

Her words were cut off by sobs and it didn’t take much for me to figure out what she was about to say. I clenched my jaw and silently vowed to personally drive my sword through the man who did this to her. She used to be so happy and full of life, but now she was haunted and broken. It killed me to see her like this. Especially knowing that she called out for me while this was happening.

“I'm so sorry… I should have been there to meet you as you came off the ship. I should have protected you.” I said as my own voice cracked from emotions. “I promise you I will never let anything happen to you ever again.”

I ended up staying up with her for a couple hours until she finally fell asleep. Her grip remained tight on my body as she slept, hopefully peacefully. My mind raced for a few more hours and it was nearly daybreak when I finally got to sleep myself. I slept in way later than I was supposed to and upon waking I realized that Charlie was awake, gently drawing shapes into my exposed chest. It was a few minutes before she noticed that I was awake and the blush on her cheeks made me smile softly.

“Hi.” I murmured.

“Hi.” She said shyly as she looked down at my chest again to avoid my gaze.

Seeing her like this reminded me of the last time we were together. It was her twentieth birthday and I asked her to dance, which already made her a little nervous. As we moved around the ballroom floor I complimented her on how beautiful she looked which turned her cheeks bright pink. She got so flustered which I found absolutely adorable. It was later that night when we snuck away that I brought up the whole marriage thing.

“Did you sleep well?” I asked as I reached up to brush some hair out of her face.

“Mhm.” She said softly as she looked up at me. “Did you?”

“I did. Are you hungry? I can ask the chef to make us something. You can have anything you want.” I said softly, continuing to play with her hair absentmindedly.

“I don't know, Harry… I'm not really that hungry.” She said.

“You should at least eat some bread, love. You're still recovering.” I reminded her.

Her lips formed into a pout and I chuckled softly, fighting the urge to kiss her lips and instead settled for a peck on her nose.

“Come on. I'll carry you.” I told her, obviously catching her interest.

After we got dressed she hopped up on my back and snuggled in as I carried her down to the kitchen to let the chef know that we wanted some food. She agreed to have something sent out to us so I carried her into the dining room so we could eat there. I set her down but instead of letting her sit in her own chair I sat down then pulled her onto my lap. I chuckled softly at the squeak of surprise she made, smiling softly as she finally relaxed against my chest.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

“Holding you.” I smiled and kissed her cheek which made her cheeks turn red again.

Rosie's POV

What is with him today? He was being so cuddly and affectionate, not that I minded one bit, but it was a big change to happen over night. Maybe after telling him about my dream he felt like I needed the extra comfort and although I would never admit it I really did. After realizing what happened to me in those months that I was missing it makes me wonder what else happened. Although for the moment I was glad I didn’t remember everything.

As we waited for the food to arrive I took the chance to look at the rings on his fingers, smiling softly as I recognized the rose ring I had made for him for his birthday. The same ring I had been carrying in my luggage the day I was taken.

“I'm glad this got to you… I was worried that you never got it.” I said softly.

“The guard found it in a box addressed to me so they brought it here. I've treasured it ever since…” He said softly as he let his chin rest on my shoulder.

I gently trace it with my finger then look back at him for a moment, our faces inches apart. The distance grew shorter as we leaned in but just as our lips touched the cook arrived so we jumped apart and I quickly moved to my own seat, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. The older woman simply smiled and gave us our food then left us alone again. We glanced at each other and smiled then quickly looked away again before beginning to eat our food.

Being around Harry made me feel like one of the characters in the books I read. It was almost like a fairy tale being with him. He made me feel safe and could make me happy no matter what kind of mood I was in. He was so sweet and I knew that I had deep feelings for him. The more time I spent with him the more I understood my decision to marry him.

“Excuse me. Pardon the interruption, but you are both needed in the King’s study. A member of the French royal guard has arrived to take the Princess home.” A servant said as he stepped over to us.

I immediately tensed up when he said the man was here to take me back home and I looked at Harry with a nervous look on my face. I wasn’t ready to leave him. He was the only one I remembered and going with strangers terrified me.

“Hey, it'll be alright. I'll talk with my father.” Harry assured me as he placed his hand over mine.

I nodded slightly and followed him to his father’s study, gripping onto his hand and arm as we walked. I was afraid the king would make me leave anyway, but what I wasn’t prepared for was to hear a familiar voice as we approached the door that made my blood run cold and my body freeze with fear.

“I'd like to thank you for taking care of her. It was a terrible thing that happened to the princess. We have been searching for her this whole time. Her parents have been worried sick.”

I suddenly felt sick to my stomach and my body started to tremble as I stared at the half opened door, feeling absolutely terrified.

“Rosie? What's wrong?” Harry asked as he stepped in front of me and held my arms, frowning as he noticed the tears falling down my cheeks.

“I-It’s him. Harry, don't let him take me. Please.” I begged as I gripped onto his shirt. “Please, don't let him take me.”

“There you are. Come in, son.” The King said as he stood at the door and opened it further so I could finally lay eyes on the man who haunted me in my nightmares.

Harry’s POV

Rosie’s face paled and her eyes remained wide with fear as she looked at the man behind my father. I finally turned to look as well and protectively held her behind me, trying to keep as much of her out of his view as possible. I immediately recognized the man as the captain of the french royal guard who often came along with her family when they visited the castle. No wonder it was so easy for her to be taken. It was done by someone they trusted with their lives.

“I'm not going anywhere near that man and neither is Rosalie. He's the one who kidnapped her, Father!” I said as I felt Rosie grip onto my shirt and press herself into my back.

“That’s nonsense, Harry. Isaac has been part of their guard for years and I know him well. There is no way he would do such a thing.” The King frowned.

“It may be possible that her injury to her head that you mentioned has mixed up her memories.” Isaac said as he stepped closer.

I immediately stepped back as I felt Rosie tense up and pull me back with her to keep the distance. My hand shifted to my side where I kept my knife hidden just in case, standing my ground as the man lifted his hands to show surrender.

“I mean no harm. I love Rosalie as if she was my own and I would never do anything to hurt her.” He said.

“Bullshit. Father, you can't possibly believe this. Look at her. She’s terrified of him!” I said to my father.

“Rosalie… How do you know this is the man who took you?” He asked.

“I-I… I couldn't see b-because I was blindfolded… but I know that voice.” She said quietly.

My father sided and rubbed his face.

“Many voices are similar. It's possible you could have just heard someone with a similar voice. Now I can't just keep you here when your parents are asking for you to be returned home.”

“No! You're not taking her!” I yelled.

“Harold that is enough!” My father bellowed. “You will do as you’re told! She is leaving tomorrow and that's final.”

The two men went back into the study and as soon as the door shut Rosie burst into hysterics. She was sobbing and barely able to stand on her feet as she kept begging me not to let them take her. I immediately pulled her into my arms and hugged her tightly.

“I won't. I'll figure something out, love. I promise.”

Notes

Thoughts so far?

I know its been a while since I put out a story but my laptop broke and then I started dealing with some health issues. Let's just say a week of hell due antibiotics fucked up my stomach. I've been dealing with the aftermath for over a month and hopefully this last doctor appointment helps me.