Rose entered her brother’s sitting room to deliver the message Jazmín, Joe’s wife, had given her. When she entered, she stopped short; her father was in the room. This was more surprising than anything. He had been on the battlefield for the past three years, fighting Branola. Rose hadn’t known that he was back at the Palatial City. She hadn’t spoken to her father the entire time he had been gone.
The king was walking towards her. She heard a warning her step-mother had told her the night of her last encounter with her father.
“You are a woman now, Rose,” she had said. “You must act like one. Where your father is concerned, you are a princess before you are a daughter. The next time you see him, act like a princess greeting her king, not a daughter her father. Curtsy. Be ladylike. When you address people in his presence - in anyone’s presence, really – use proper titles. Greet the most important person last.”
“Prince Joesen,” Rose said, dipping her head. She then turned to her father. “Your Highness,” she said to him, curtsying low and gracefully.
“Princess Rosella,” the king replied, looking annoyed. He turned back to Joesen. It was obvious that Rose wasn’t welcome – at least not to her father – so before she left she waited until a stopping point in the conversation and told her brother, “Princess Jazmín wants you, your Highness.”
Joesen caught up to her a while later, and said, “Hey, Rose! Where have you been? I have been looking for you everywhere!”
“I’ve been in the garden the whole time,” Rose answered. She was still a little annoyed at her father’s reaction to her, and was a little irritable.
“Oh,” Joesen said. He knew that Rose was lying, but let it go. Rose was normally a good liar, when the circumstances called for it, but Joesen knew his sister, and could tell easily when she was lying. Rose simply didn’t feel like explaining herself – not that she would have to. The change in her father had been drastic; he had gone from a loving, carefree father to a harsh, uptight king in the three years he had been gone. Jo looked at his sister in sympathy. He knew how Rose felt at being so coolly treated by her father.
“Oh, I’m late!” Rose exclaimed, seeing the sun, changing the subject she knew would come up soon. “I promised to meet Ben for a ride!”
“I was wondering when you would notice,” Jo stated, smiling, conveniently “forgetting” what he was going to say. Rose punched him playfully in the shoulder, grateful for his not pursuing the conversation, before running to change into riding clothes.
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Rose ran into the stables. She had gained so much momentum that she nearly ran into Ben, and, veering to the left, in an attempt to avoid him, ran straight into the door. She laughed as she fell to the ground.
“That’s what I get for forgetting,” she panted as Ben helped her up. He looked startled, but laughed along with Rose. After the laughter had subsided, Rose realized that her nose was bleeding.
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