The Forgotten Princess Rose
Chapter 49

Chapter 49: Chapter 49

Zayne closed the door behind him.

"Have you heard any news about the soldiers searching for me? Has Graham troubled you?" Rose asked, worried for Zayne’s sake.

"He has not and I have not seen any soldiers since I helped you. They will have to give up at some point and even if they find themselves at my doors, I will not allow them in. Would you like him to die? Graham," Zayne clarified.

All of Rose’s troubles would stop there.

"I would love for him to drop dead but I hope you are not the one thinking of killing him. I have troubled you enough. I don’t want you to kill him for me," Rose answered. "You would be tortured even more since you are not from this land. What of your truce?"

"I would have to be caught to be tortured. You only need to say it and I can get rid of him for you," Zayne offered.

Rose found the offer to be sweet but she didn’t want Zayne to get blood on his hands because of her. "Graham is my problem. As long as I hide here long enough and then sneak away, no one has to worry about being found after killing him."

"What of the other women in the brothel? Would you not like to end them having to put up with Graham?" Zayne questioned, reminding Rose that there were more like her.

Rose didn’t answer as she would sound cruel for saying she couldn’t think about the others. She had once tried to convince them to leave but they wouldn’t listen. The women were either too far deep into working in the brothel or too scared to see the outside world.

"If you had the chance, would you not save others?" Zayne probed.

"I would but I am scared of being caught and having to go back there. He will be far worse than he was before if he catches me. Everyone looks after themselves in the brothel. I would hope the children he buys are freed but even if Graham dies, our papers are still there. Another relative will replace him like he replaced his father," Rose said, knowing there wasn’t an end to this.

There was also going to be someone there to take over the brothel. She could barely take care of herself so how would she be able to care for children if she succeeded in freeing them? They would all have to be on the run as Graham and whoever would take after him would not want to let them go for free.

"I know that it makes me an awful person to think of myself, but I must. I don’t want to fail and go back to Graham. I would rather die," Rose softly spoke.

She was ready to die if she had been caught that night in the fire.

"It is not wrong of you to think of yourself especially when you have been all alone. His life was spared today," Zayne said so Rose wouldn’t worry about him.

Rose sighed in relief. "You must be an excellent fighter since you became a general but I fear you and your soldiers are outnumbered now. Oh! I have been lying on the bed for a few minutes. Can that be exchanged for you teaching me something?"

Zayne wanted to say no but it was hard to with the way Rose looked at him as though she had done something grand. "I suppose it means something," he answered. "What do you want to learn first?"

"To read but can we find a room where Janice will not see us? I do not want her to know that I cannot read. I know that she would not laugh at me but it is still embarrassing to admit. I have not told her that I came from a brothel so could you please not mention it?" Rose requested.

"It is not my matter to share but are you fine with picking a room for the two of us to be alone? We will have to close the door for Janice to not walk in and find me teaching you," said Zayne.

"Oh," Rose realised the one problem. "We have sat in a carriage alone. It will not be any different than that. We have been alone and you have done nothing. I want to trust you. You are not like Graham. I will not place his actions on you."

Rose played with her fingers due to nervousness. She was strangely fine with them being alone when it wasn’t brought up that they were alone but now that Zayne brought attention to it, Rose was nervous.

"We can go on the first floor and leave the door open to see when she is coming. One step at a time," Zayne encouraged Rose. "A few nights ago you would have run away from the first sight of me or tried to stab me. You are getting better."

"I don’t think I am," Rose muttered. She was still too fidgety over the smallest things.

Her mind was her worst enemy right now as her thoughts had her wanting to back into a corner when she started to get too close to someone.

"I speak of what I see. Come with me," Zayne said, reaching for her hand but he stopped just before he could touch her. "Have the guards caught more of your bunny friends?"

"I do not know what they have caught. They have been speaking to Janice since she prepared their meals. And the bunnies are not my friends. I don’t like it when you refer to me as a bunny," said Rose.

"I know which is why I continue to do it," Zayne replied. "I will stop when your reactions become boring."

Rose planned to not give him the reaction he wanted so he could stop. "I wasn’t snooping around. When I moved the crates, there were papers with strange writing. It didn’t look like any word I had ever seen. What is it?"

Zayne couldn’t think of what paper she had seen as he had many. "It might be another language. I came across merchants on my way here and bought a few things."

"Another language?" Rose repeated, not understanding this language. "It looked like this," she said, drawing one of the words she saw in the air.

"I could be wrong but you might have come across the music sheets I bought. They are a gift for my sister. Do you want to learn music?" Zayne inquired, wanting to see her dance.

"Music? I have no use for it," Rose replied, less excited now that it wasn’t another language. What was she to do with music?

"You can one day learn to play an instrument and grow an interest in different songs. It would be helpful should you ever attend a ball or a simple party."

Rose could only smile as Zayne forgot who he was speaking to. She didn’t have the same luxuries as he did. "I don’t have time for music or parties. Servants like me are not invited to parties to dance. We are to work. Though many women in the brothel have danced in ways that would make one blush. I am fine without music."

"What if I were to invite you to a party? Would you not be thrilled to know some of the music then?" Zayne asked.

Rose stopped following Zayne as she could not believe him. "You would be crazy to invite me to a party. Do you have any idea how everyone would laugh at you if they knew where I came from?"

"You must learn quickly, Rose. I don’t care about the opinions of others."

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