The Forgotten Princess Rose
Chapter 97

Chapter 97: Chapter 97

Rose looked back at the door she came in from to see if there was anyone now entering but it was only the soldiers. "Oh," she realised the mistake that was made. "I am Rose. His maid," she pointed to Zayne.

"Maid?" Vivian replied, confused as to how the young woman was his maid. "Did I make a mistake? Oh, forgive me."

"Another drink!"

Vivian’s husband left to serve the other customers while she dealt with Zayne. "I don’t recall having any drinks. I try not to when my husband and I are working. It’s just that you look familiar to someone that I know. It wouldn’t make any sense for her to be here so silly me."

"Who did she remind you of?" Zayne asked, finding it to be a clue to Rose’s past.

"Well, the Lady Ambrose but it wouldn’t make any sense for the lady to be around this area. You must get a lot of compliments for looking like the lady," Vivian shared her thoughts. She believed for a moment that the day had come for her to meet the lady.

"Does this lady you speak of have a child that went missing or just suddenly vanished?" Zayne asked.

"She has one daughter with her husband. They are a lovely family but quite private. Their daughter is still with them and should be of age to wed right now. If you are lucky, you will see their daughter the further you go into town," Vivian answered. "Now, what can I get for you?"

"They only have just one daughter?"

Vivian didn’t understand the foreigner’s curiosity about the daughter. Was he thinking of getting married? "Yes. I have not seen them walking with another."

"And does the lady have a brother or sister?" Zayne asked, needing to address every relative before he stopped. Rose was mistaken for a lady in the market but this was the first time he heard of her being mistaken for someone else.

Vivian thought hard about any siblings. "I’m sorry but I don’t remember much about the lady’s siblings. I don’t think she had any siblings. You’ll meet other people who know more about her but be careful with what you ask. Her husband is quite protective."

"Thank you. Are you hungry, Rose?" Zayne asked, trying to distract her since he failed to find any clues to her family.

"I have fresh scones you can take with you on your travels. I can vouch that it is tasty. And how about some nice roasted meat to go along with it? I will even throw in some jam I made for my husband and I," Vivian offered.

"We’ll take a plate of meat and some of the scones to take with us. A jug of water as well," Zayne ordered.

"I will be quick. You can have a seat with the rest of your companions," Vivian said, pointing to the tables starting to fill up with soldiers. It was a good day for their little tavern and it would stay that way as long as no one fought.

Carson, Vivian’s husband, returned to get more cups for their customers. He watched as the young couple went to sit down. "Everything alright?"

"Yes. They were asking about Lady Ambrose and her daughter. If she had another or if she had any siblings with daughters that were missing. I told them she only had one daughter," Vivian said, joining her husband to prepare what the customers needed.

"Two," Carson corrected Vivian. "She had the older one that went missing. Don’t you remember how they ransacked the town looking for her? Do you believe me now that your memory is awful?"

"Two? Oh," Vivian clapped her hands. "That’s right. How did I forget about that?"

"Well, it’s been so long since someone mentioned her. What was her name again? Rosaline Ambrose," Carson said, vaguely remembering the name on the old posters. "We’ve only been seeing one daughter so it is easy to forget about the other."

"I was wrong. I should tell them," Vivian said, putting down the plate for the scones to go to Zayne and Rose.

Carson grabbed her hand to stop her. "Don’t. Why are they so interested in the lady? They’re just our customers. Don’t get any more involved in their curiosity about the Ambroses."

"But they were curious," Vivian replied.

Carson sighed. The one thing he would never forget about the missing daughter was her father’s anger. "Everyone interested in that little girl was interested in the reward money. That money was a lot to little folk like us so they started to take young girls who looked close to Rosaline. The lady was heartbroken each time and her husband started to attack those who lied."

"I don’t know what they are planning but we shouldn’t speak to them about the Ambroses. I don’t want our name to be mentioned. We cannot afford to have that family angry with us so whatever they ask, tell them you do not know anything," said Carson.

Carson liked the little business they set up for themselves and did not need it to be ruined over someone else trying to deceive a grieving mother.

"But she looks so much like the lady. You saw how I mistook her for the lady," Vivian said, starting to wonder if this was the one.

"There is a bit of a resemblance," Carson agreed. "But it is too much of a risk for us. What if this is just another look-alike? I have to think about us and not anger that family. Do you want me to serve them?"

"No, I will. It’s good that I was distracted today or would have revealed everything about the missing girl. I was thinking of tomorrow’s menu so I couldn’t remember," said Vivian.

"Is that the excuse for why you also misplaced the sugar this morning? I had to travel to buy more only to later find that you placed it on one of the tables."

"Do not push it," Vivian warned, tempted to use the cloth in her hands. "I need to get them some roasted meat and scones while you need to serve them drinks. Go on before you find yourself roasted."

Carson laughed but took her threat seriously. "Yes, ma’am."

Vivian shook her head at her husband’s behaviour. She couldn’t help looking at Rose once more. The resemblance was there but she would hate to send another fake to the lady. "Forgive me if you are the real one."

Vivian couldn’t take the chance as her husband said. "I’ll give them a few free scones," she decided.

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