The Prince's Rose

Harry's POV

"What do you mean he has her?! You were supposed to protect her!" I shouted at the boys as they forced me back into bed despite my best efforts to get up so I could go after them.

I felt so weak and helpless in this state. The thought of her being back in the hands of that monster infuriated me. The King apparently already had men searching for her all over the village and since it happened less than an hour ago they couldn't have gotten far.

"I'm sorry, but we didn't even know she was out of the castle until it was too late. She ran off without telling anyone." Louis said.

"Dammit!" I yelled as I ran my hand through my hair.

I felt awful and the doctor had come to try getting my fever down, but one more alcohol wash to my cut and a nasty herbal drink later I still felt like shit. Every time I tried to stand I felt dizzy and nauseous so I was completely and utterly helpless. Even if we did find her I wouldn't be able to go fight to get her back and I hated it.

"We'll find her, Harry... but you know she would kill you if she found out you weren't resting and getting better. There's no point in going after her yourself if you kill yourself in the process." Louis said.

I sighed deeply and nodded slightly, sitting up slightly to drink some water as one of the maids put a cool cloth on my forehead help get my fever down. It definitely helped even though I felt like I was freezing and shivered the whole time. Louis was right though. I needed to get better so when she returned I could be there for her just like she was for me.

My parents arrived the next morning and of course my mother forced me to take it easy while my father spoke with Rosie's father, Charles, about what was going on. I could tell they felt bad for not believing us before, especially after hearing that I was hurt by Isaac's men on the way here.

We ended up going nearly three days without any sign of her until suddenly Isaac stormed up to the gates with his army demanding to speak to the King. Of course when I heard he was there I went out with them. I felt better, but still not a hundred percent though I didn't let that stop me. Especially when I found out that he had Rosie with him.

I walked side by side with King Charles surrounded by both French and British soldiers. If there was a fight to be fought we were ready for it. Of course a majority of the French guard turned traitor when Isaac made his move so some of them were on the opposite side of the gates, but with the British men my father brought with him we were evened out.

My heart dropped as they pulled Rosie out from behind the line of guards, practically dragging her because she could barely hold herself up. It was obvious they beat her due to the bruises on her face and dried blood. Seeing her like that made me more angry than I had ever felt in my entire life and if I find out he violated her again he was going to get an even more painful death than we already had planned.

"I've come to make a trade. Your daughter for your crown. Which will it be?" Isaac asked.

"Don't do it!" Rosie suddenly yelled, only to be struck by Isaac.

I lurched forwards ready to kill him, but Louis grabbed onto my arm and held me back.

"Let me go!" I growled.

"We want to kill him as much as you do but if you run in there now you'll get yourself and her killed." He said to me.

I reluctantly gave in and nodded, looking at Rosie as Isaac pulled her back to her feet by her hair. Her whimpers of pain only angered me more and I gripped onto my sword, ready to drive it through his heart.

"I'm waiting." Isaac said in an annoyed tone.

"And if I refuse?" King Charles asked.

"Well then I'll just take her and you'll never see her again. She'll make a great wife for me. Don't you think, Prince Harry?" He smirked as he stood behind her and gripped onto her chin to make her look at me.

Her eyes were filled with tears and she trembled in his grasp, but I could tell that she would sacrifice herself in order to keep this monster from ruling the country. As much as it killed me I knew we had to choose the kingdom and take our chances by tracking them down.

"Alright... just let my daughter go." The King finally said, shocking all of us.

When I looked at him I saw the pain in his eyes. He wasn't a King in that moment. He was a father who blamed himself for everything that has happened to his daughter.

"Father, no. Don't do it." Rosie cried.

"You have my terms. Give me my daughter." The King demanded, having the guards open the gates.

Isaac smirked as he stepped stepped forwards with Rosie.

"You can have her... Just as soon as I'm crowned King of France. I suggest you get to it." He smirked. "In the mean time we would appreciate a room to rest in while we wait."

"You're not being left alone anywhere with her." I growled.

"Fine. But I'm not letting her go until I get what I want and if any of you try to stop me I'll slit her throat." He smirked.

The King reluctantly nodded and allowed Isaac to walk with him while he pulled Rosie with him. As she passed me I reached out to grab her hand for a second, seeing her give me a scared look.

Hang on, Rose. I'll figure out a way to get everyone out of this.

~.:o:.~

"There has to be something we can do. We only have a few hours until the ceremony takes place." Niall said as we all stood together, speaking in hushed tones due to the traitors hanging around us.

Of course Isaac was smart enough to station them around the castle to make sure no one could make a move without him knowing. It pissed me off that he was such a good strategist. It made things much more difficult.

"Maybe we could attack during the ceremony itself?" Liam suggested.

"No, there will be too many innocent people here in the castle. He would use them as leverage against us." I said as I ran my hand through my hair and sighed.

"Unless we were to disguise our allies as villagers." Louis said, catching our attention. "Think about it. Captain Jones and his men are at the inn nearby so we could have them go around and gather any volunteers to fight. Plus our men from back home. Isaac doesn't really know what they look like and I doubt he took the time to properly look at any of them so they could be disguised as well. Then at the right moment we attack."

"That could work. Go inform Jones right away." I ordered.

Louis nodded and snuck out of the castle while I went to inform my father and Charles of our plan. They both agreed that it was the best course of action, and I took on the duty of getting to Rose and making sure she was safe. She was my main priority.

We spent our last few hours preparing and acting like nothing was wrong apart from the fact that we were pissed about Isaac taking the crown. When the time finally came our men had been placed in the crowd and Isaac had gotten ready, forcing Rose into a gown suited for the ocassion as well. The moment I saw her I knew he had done something to her which only made my anger grow. This bastard was not going to get away with this.

My eyes locked with hers and I gave her a concerned look, but she just nodded to let me know she would be okay. We had yet to tell her about the plan because Isaac had kept her close for leverage so we couldn't get to her. It was obvious that he was not going to keep his promise to let her go so I planned on getting her out of here as quickly as possible.

Tension was high in the room as the ceremony began and I reluctantly sat beside my parents while Isaac was being crowned King of France, but just as the crown was being lifted above his head our men drew their swords and jumped into action. Chaos broke out in the throne room, but my only focus was on Rose who used the defensive move I showed her to break free from the man holding her before making a run for me. I met her halfway and handed her a dagger as I pulled out my sword.

"Go with our mothers and get out of here!" I told her.

"No! I'm not leaving you again! I'm staying!" She argued.

Before I could force her to go a man came after us so I immediately went to battle with him, feeling a bit sore still and a little off in my fighting but it didn't keep me from killing him. When I turned Rose was gone and I quickly scanned the room, seeing her heading after Isaac who was running out to escape.

"Rose!"

I ran after her and got held back a couple times when some of the enemy men came at me so when I finally got to her she was on the floor of the ballroom with Isaac on top of her. I immediately ran over and tackled him off her, not hesitating for a second as my fist pounded into his face. All I could see was red and I was determined to kill this bastard.

Rose's POV

I knew it was stupid to run after him alone but I needed to feel like I had some kind of power back. He made me feel so helpless and this was my chance to turn it around on him. Of course since he was much larger it didn't take him much to overpower me and he smirked as he pinned me down to the ground after hitting me a couple times.

"It's a shame this plan failed... However I still have you and we will have much more fun in the future." He smirked as his free hand ran over my body.

I whimpered and squirmed in attempt to get away from him.

"N no! Get off me!" I cried, getting flashbacks of earlier when he had forced me to change in front of him and kept touching me which made me sick.

Just as he was about to get up he was suddenly thrown off me and when I looked over I saw Harry on top of him, pounding his fists into Isaac's face. I scrambled over to my dagger and cut part of the skirt of my dress off so I could move easier, looking over to see that Isaac was now on top of Harry. Isaac punched him right where he was injured and caused him to yell in pain.

My shaking hands gripped onto the handle of the dagger and without thinking I rushed forwards to stab him, but he saw it coming and elbowed me in the stomach which knocked the breath from my lungs. I collapsed onto the ground, only to be dragged back up by my hair. Once on my feet he held the knife to my throat to keep Harry away.

"Wait! Don't hurt her... Just let her go then you can leave." Harry said as he slowly stood up, holding onto his side which I'm sure was causing him pain right now.

"So you can come after me again? I don't think so. I'm taking her and there is nothing you can do about it... or maybe I'll just kill her instead?" He smirked, pressing the knife into my neck.

I whimpered as it cut into my skin, causing blood to drip down my neck. My eyes were wide with fear and they matched Harry's as he begged Isaac to let me go. His eyes watered as Isaac moved the knife to my stomach and gave me a cut there as well which made me cry out in pain.

"God dammit! Stop it!" Harry yelled.

Isaac simply laughed and continued to antagonize Harry with sick remarks about everything he did to me while he had me and how I called out for Harry to save me every time. Harry was in tears as was I, having to relive those horrible memories that I tried so hard to forget. I felt like this was it. I was going to die right here and there was nothing either of us could do.

I silently told him I loved him and accepted my fate, closing my eyes as I felt the blade cut into my skin again. I flinched and whimpered in pain, feeling him press it to my neck once more. Just as he was about to give the final cut the door burst open as the boys ran in, distracting him enough for me to get the knife out of his grasp. Without a second thought I ducked down, turn, and thrust it up under his ribs and straight into his heart.

Harry's POV

I watched in shock as Rose maneuvered out of Isaac's grasp and somehow got the dagger from his hand, trusting it up into his heart. His eyes widened and he coughed up blood before finally falling limply to the floor. My gaze turned to Rose who looked absolutely horrified by what she did, just like when she killed that man back at the inn. When she turned to throw up on the floor I snapped out of it and rushed to her side, holding her hair back as she emptied the contents of her stomach before finally leaning into me and letting out a sob.

"Shh. Its okay. You're safe now." I whispered as I held her as close as I could without hurting her.

She clung to me so tightly and my heart ached as she sobbed in my arms. This whole situation was a lot for anyone to handle, but had been through far too much in just a few months. My only hope was that she could get through this and move on with her life. As I held her Killian rushed over to us with a grave look on his face.

"I'm sorry to interrupt but it's the King. He's been injured quite badly." He said.

Rosie immediately rushed off and I followed quickly behind her, seeing her mother kneeling next to his body as he laid on the ground with the doctor trying to tend to his wounds. With the amount of blood he already lost I had my doubts that he would survive and it broke my heart to see Rosie so upset. She still didn't remember much about him but he was still her father and he was about to give up his kingdom to save her.

"Thank god you're safe." He said weakly as he reached up to touch his daughter's cheek.

She grabbed onto his hand and allowed tears to fall freely down her cheeks as he told her how sorry he was for not protecting her better... and how much he loved her. She shook her head and choked out a sob.

"Don't speak to me like you're not going to make it. You're going to be fine." She whimpered. "You'll be okay."

I hung my head, fighting back my own tears because this man was like a second father to me so losing him was just as painful. We stayed with him as he took his last breath and Rosie cried over him long after the room had been cleared of the other bodies. When it was finally time for his body to be prepared for burial she had a hard time letting go so I had to go over and gently pull her away, holding her as we watched the men take her father away.

"Rose... you need to let the doctor take a look at your injuries." I said softly.

She just nodded and I sighed softly, gently wiping her cheeks before placing a lingering kiss on her forehead. After getting her checked out and cleaned up we went to lie down in her bedroom so we could rest. The funeral wouldn't be until the following day because of the big mess in the castle due to the battle so we had some time to recover. I laid next to her with my hand holding hers as we kept our foreheads together.

"Are you okay?" I asked her.

"No... but eventually I will be. After all I have a country to help run now. My mother can't do it on her own."

"Spoken like a true princess and future queen." I smiled a little and kissed her nose. "You have me as well. I'm going to stay here with you. Gemma can have England."

For the first time in days she finally smiled before pressing her lips to mine.

"I love you." She murmured.

"I love you, too."

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