The Forgotten Princess Rose
Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Chapter 133

"Wait here, Rose."

Rose held onto Zayne’s hand not wanting him to go alone. "Shouldn’t I come with you to show my face?"

"I want to check that there isn’t a surprise waiting for us because we have come when he doesn’t want us. I will not go far," Zayne promised, waiting for Rose to let him go.

Rose reluctantly let go and stood by the carriage as Zayne walked up to the front doors. She understood why the lord would be angry but before they could speak, would he attack them?

Zayne entered the wide-open doors and immediately a portrait caught his attention. It was a better look at what Rose might look like later on in the future. There was no doubt in Zayne’s mind that Rose was finally home.

The little girl sitting in the portrait with Lady Ambrose didn’t look anything like Rose so Zayne assumed it to be the second daughter. He looked around for one of the missing daughter hoping the Ambroses weren’t like the king to have certain children on the wall.

Zayne still displayed portraits of his late brother so he would never be forgotten and his presence remained in the home.

"I don’t know what to feel when an unwanted visitor comes into my home and stares at the portraits of my wife and daughter. A visitor who came speaking of having my daughter yet there isn’t a woman to his side," Lord Victor Ambrose said as he descended the stairs.

"Emmett," Victor called to the butler. "Get ready to send the guest out. I don’t have much time for a guest of the king."

"I can hear the hate for the king in your voice. I have come with your daughter-"

"Don’t they all? I am curious what you would want from me. Did the king send you here to taunt me? To have me beg for his help to find my daughter? If he did, this is not a fight you want to get into," Victor said, taking his sword from Emmett.

"I hate the king as you do and I am not his messenger boy. I am here because I have your daughter and I suggest you put the sword away to not scare her. She is already nervous which is why I am taking out my gun," said Zayne.

"How does a man not from this kingdom find my daughter?" Victor inquired, suspicious of the visit. "We have sent men all over the kingdom for her."

Zayne had the same question. "Knowing that her father is a lord, I wonder how you couldn’t find her but I will consider that the town guards are quite useless. Still, they should want to help a lord or is it that your battle with the king means you have no favour with the guards?"

Victor did not respond.

"Rose!" Zayne called, holding out his hand for her to come to him. "You sword," he advised Victor again.

Victor kept the sword in his hand. He had to see first if this woman had a chance of being questioned to see if she was Rosaline or if this was another trick. Zayne and this woman could not stay long if it was another fake since his wife was home.

Rose entered the doors, taken aback by a sword out. She looked at the man holding the sword and jumped when the sword hit the floor. "Zayne," she said, reaching out for him as the stranger started to walk toward her.

"Rosaline," Victor said, shocked by the resemblance to his wife. He had seen many impersonators but none were this close. It would be quite hard to fake what he saw before him. "You called her Rose."

"That is the name she introduced herself to me as though it might be Rosaline. She doesn’t have memories of her childhood. That is why we requested a meeting with you as we have heard she looks like your wife," Zayne explained.

"She does look like my wife," Victor admitted. The evidence was on the walls.

Rose reminded Victor of how his wife looked in the past when he first spotted her in the palace.

"How old are you?" Victor questioned, needing more answers before he took her to where his wife was now.

"There wasn’t an age on my papers but I know I have been missing for eight years. That is how many I counted in that place," Rose said, trying to keep the brothel a secret.

"What place? I must know the truth," Victor pleaded, his chest overwhelmed with emotions.

They had been looking for Rosaline for eight years. It was common knowledge so anyone could weave it into their lies but he was starting to get the feeling that Rosaline had finally come home.

"I was made a slave and sold into a brothel for eight years. In the early years, we stayed in a room and did not go outside much unless we were to work and later, the brothel owner kept me close so I didn’t walk outside a lot. I never had a customer," Rose said to not make herself appear dirty.

Rose already accepted that no one would ever believe a woman in the brothel never had a customer. That part was true for Rose but she had other secrets she didn’t want to reveal as it would bring up nightmares again.

"They wanted to give me a different name in the past but I remember someone calling me Rose. I do not know who my parents are. The only memories I have are of a field I used to run around in-"

"Come," Victor said, turning around to face the stairs. "I will take you to my wife. She will be the judge of if you are the real Rosaline."

Emmett was surprised to hear the lord take the visitors to Madeline. It was never done before. ’Does he know this is the real one?’ He wondered.

Emmett thought of the fields out behind the manor where the lady liked to sit at different times throughout the day, only coming inside when her husband went to her.

"You know that it is her, don’t you?" Zayne questioned Victor. "I wouldn’t involve my wife if I didn’t think it was true."

"As I said, my wife will decide," Victor said. He was certain this was Rosaline as not many knew about her love of the fields behind the manor. It was the very place Rosaline had been stolen from eight years ago.

Victor was stuck on thinking of Rose being in a brothel and how Madeline would react. It had taken some time for his wife to come to terms that Rosaline was no more as she somehow vanished from the kingdom. How would his wife react to knowing where Rosaline was all this time?

Rose was puzzled by how there were only portraits of the family with the other daughter. It was like they wiped their other daughter from their lives.

Rose stayed close to Zayne as they did a long walk to a room.

Victor knocked and then opened the door to enter first. "Madeline."

"Oh, Victor! Shouldn’t you be going for Anna now?"

Rose couldn’t wait any longer and peeked from behind Victor to see the face behind the calming voice.

"Rosaline?" Madeline dropped her book.