Chapter 1 :- Rose Thorn

Clank! 

"Tell me something, Darla, did I do something that upset you?"

Rossaria opened her eyes as she placed the teacup down on the table.

Her breathtakingly beautiful green eyes can make people tremble.

Her large eyes reflect the dazzling brilliance of an Emerald Jewel.

Darla feels her heart skip a beat when Rossaria looks right into her eyes.

"Oh my graciousness, how could you offend a mere maid like me," said Darla, a Red Rose Palace maid.

Red Rose Palace is famously associated with a Rose princess by the name of Rosaria De Elemant Salaiyra.

Twelve Princess Rossaria is well known for having a stunning appearance.

She resembles a vibrant red rose. Her waist is touched by her large, glossy, black hair that seems to glisten at night. She has the appearance of a living doll because of the gentle waves in her silky hair that follow her movements. Additionally, some have claimed that she is a lost fairy from the Fairy Kingdom.

She is a royal child born of the love between the Emperor and the Empress.

The Emperor William De Callisto Elemant Salaiyra VII, and the Empress Penelope De Keira Elemant Salaiyra. She resembles her mother, the Empress.

Furthermore, everyone in Elemant Salaiyra Kingdom is aware of her story.

Being pampered by the Emperor and the Empress, she is a spoilt princess.

The Royal couple adore this Royal child beyond the measures.

Rumors, though claim that she is not who she seems to be and that she has a side that the public is ignorant of.

" Not everyone gets what they desire that's included in you as well Darla." Rossaria De Elemant Salaiyra said with a smirk on her red rose lip.

Darla was shocked to see Rossaria De Elemant Salaiyra grinning at her.

Although she had seen her smile before, it had never been towards a maid.

No! That person told me there was no scent, so that means she could not have noticed anything, and even if she haunched anything she could not have made the correct assumption,

meaning she was doomed to die here.

Somehow, Darla managed to collect herself and return to her usual self she smiled back at Rossaria softly.

Rossaria's face became stern, in a cold voice she said, " Hmm, Your confidence is admirable, but you seem to be wasting your opportunities."

What! That is not possible, but if she does figure it out, I will not have an opportunity to say anything before they send me for an execution, because I don't know who is the mastermind here and order me to do this so I have only one choice,

"I am sorry, my Highness."

Rosaria remained motionless when Darla pulled out a dagger and attempted to stab her.

Swoosh!

"Please accept my apologies for the inconvenience, Master."

Darla is knocked to the ground by a man wearing a mask and all-black clothing. Dark is the mysterious person who serves as Rossaria's secret knight protector.

With a tremendous, intimidating sword at his disposal, Dark demonstrates his extraordinary strength and fighting prowess by effortlessly bearing the weight of the weapon. The blade glints ominously in the moonlight, serving as a visual reminder of his untamed power and his unwavering dedication to protecting Rossaria from any potential harm.

"Dark, it is okay," said Rosaria, waving her hand in the direction of the Dark.

She took the tea cup from the table and rose from her seat.

She grinned at Darla as she approached her.

Rossaria's soft and doll-like face is no longer pretty she seems like a devil disguised in a human body.

"As you can see my dear Darla, I hate to throw away the food and even a drink as well, so why don't you try it for yourself, what is more, you are the one who makes this, so why not taste it." big smirks appeared on Rossaria's red rose lips,

"Sweetie, even though you serve me pretty well, I feel sorry for you because I am not quite thirty enough for this tea," she said with a smile.

Then Rossaria began to pour tea into Darla's mouth.

Cough, Caugh, Caugh,

Experiencing a burning sensation in her mouth, Darla gripped her neck and started crying.

Is this how I am dying, but I have so many things to do for my innocent siblings and poor parents, whom I have not even said goodbye to? How can I die like this? I am sorry everyone, I love you all.

After coughing a mouthful of blood, Darla collapsed to the ground. Her throat aches are causing her breathing to become labored.

Rosaria is still grinning at her,

The smile on Rossaria's face has not faded. As if watching Darla suffer brings her joy.

Darla was in so much pain that she could not bear it any longer and passed out.

"My Highness, what should we do with this?" Dark said.

Dark Cast a somber glance at the pathetically unconscious Darla lying on the ground.

"Well, my babies are hungry, so let's go to the forest and feed them properly," Rossaria said, waving her hand and turning away.

A knock is made!

A mysterious young woman appeared "May I enter, My Highness, " Rossaria's loyal servant Oslena said,

Oslena has a captivating and distinct appearance as a young woman, exuding strength and a hint of coldness like Rossaria. Given that she and Rossaria are of similar ages, she is most likely in her prime. Her facial features are notable for their sharpness, lending an element of intensity to her overall appearance.

One of Oslena's distinguishing features is her cold allure. Her well-defined brows frame a steely gaze that draws attention and captivates those who meet her. They seem to possess a mysterious depth, hinting at a wealth of untold stories and a sharp intellect behind them.

Though she maintains a stoic demeanor, her eyes can show a softness at times, emphasizing her multifaceted personality.

Oslena's short black hair heightens the impression of strength and coldness around her. Its lustrous, dark strands cascade just above her shoulders, framing her face and drawing attention to her strong bone structure. The contrast between her dark hair and sharp facial features accentuates her fierce and bold presence, making her a perfect loyal sword for Rossaria.

She has a strong, unwavering personality that is reflected in her overall appearance, which radiates confidence and determination.

Oslena is a servant of Rossaria, she is employed by Rossaria.

Oslena always wore a serious expression and carried a watch.

She has a reputation for being on time. 

"You may," Rossaria said.

Rossaria's stern facial expression told Oslena that something had happened.

Oslena noticed the blood on the floor after taking a few steps.

"Your Highness, please give me a few minutes to tidy up this mess. I will report to Dark so you can relax for the time being."

"Oslena, why did you come?" Rossaria said with her gaze down upon a few papers which she finished reviewing.

"My Highness! You have a free schedule for today." Oslena said.

" Pft! Haha hehe It appears that my dear mother has begun to take care of me so much," Rossaria said.

Oslena is familiar with Rossaria's mocking voice, but she feels as though her mocking words are sharp thorny vain.

I might have laughed at this mockery if it were the past or how we used to be, but I understand the pain that lies behind this suffering.

And I am also aware that I am in no position to pass that judgment upon her.

"The Empress will be praying at the temple prayer hall and then she will visit an orphanage so she will not be returning to the palace today." With a grim expression, Oslena resumed her talk.

"Who came to rely on this message, Oslena?" Rossaria asked, she was trying to cut the conversation short as she lost interest.

Oslena comprehends Rossaria's statement, "Headmaid from The Empress palace."

"I see, I am tired. Please clean up the mess, and do not come unless I call for anything." Rossaria said.

After approaching her bed, Rossaria lay down.

There is going to be a new drama tomorrow, and I am sick of them.

Rossaria raises her hand toward her bed ceiling.

Her bed ceiling reminds her of a pair of beautiful bright ocean-blue eyes.

I tried so hard to make this ceiling look as bright and shiny as your eyes, although this ceiling is not pretty like your eyes.

Still, this ceiling reminds me of you my love.

I hope you are not missing me because you are undeserving of a cruel woman such as myself. 

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