Il Mio Re His Princess ✔ (Complete)

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THIS IS A SEQUEL TO A BOOK CALLED MA REINE HER KING, YOU MUST READ THAT BEFORE READING THIS. . . OKAY. 

ALL TRANSLATIONS ARE DONE THROUGH GOOGLE OR BING TRANSLATE! FEEL FREE TO CORRECT ME IF THEY ARE WRONG IN THE COMMENTS. I DO NOT KNOW A LOT OF ITALIAN OR RUSSIAN {WHICH WILL BE IN TRANSLITERATE}  HENCE WHY I HAVE USED THEM.

Anyway ... rant over...

{Now as a reminder, here is what happened in the last chapter of Ma Reine Her King.}

Rose's POV

I sat in my room quietly, I kept looking back down at Noah's note, thoughts raced through my head at hundreds of miles an hour, I was debating whether or not I should go, I feel obliged to go but then again can I pretend I never got the note. I stood looking out of the window thinking what I would be doing if I had never met Noah, I closed my eyes and envisioned what my life would be life.

I was surrounded by my family; me Ollie mom dad uncle Danny Uncle Oliver and Evangeline, we were talking about random things. Mom and dad fussing over Evangeline and me and Ollie playing in the garden, Daniel winding up dad and uncle Oliver. I watched as Ollie took a more mature approach to losing and instead of a tantrum like normal, he laughed and congratulated me. It was like this all day, until the sun began to set and me and mom set up the fire pit and I watched in awe of the flames, I watched them intensely as I saw Noah's face, the flames became intense and I could fell the heat on my skin as I was engulfed in a pocket of the embers and the blaze became more intense, I could feel the flames touch my skin, but not burning me, I cried out for help as I heard Noah's voice say

"Your family can't help you, you are mine now." The flames surged around me as tears effortlessly streaked down my face and stained my face. I was trapped.  I wanted to wake up from this hellish nightmare, be back with my family, be back home, but I was trapped in the intense fire pit. I wanted to escape, I tried to step away, I moved several paces forward but the wall of flames intensified.

"Why are you trying to escape Rose." the voice muttered, a felt a presence behind me and I swung my arm back and kicked but no one was there my senses where heightened and it was causing paranoia to raise, I watched through blurred vision as a figure came from the barricade of flames, I watched closely as the figure approached me, it was Noah.

"Your mine now Rose forget about your family. I am your family now." I backed away until my back was up against the flames, I could feel my flesh being scored by the flames. 

"What is the matter wife. . . do you want to leave . . . do you want your family back." I nodded weakly and he approached me, his hand gripped my forearm tightly and his nails dug into my skin, he dragged me through the flames, I tried to resist and as I pulled away he turned me towards him and the sharp sting of a slap was landed on my cheek, as he took his hand of my forearm and took it to my neck. I struggled to breathe and began to cough, I began to get light headed and my eyes began to shut, I opened them one last time and saw the monster before my eyes, Noah Valentini, my husband. . . the man I thought I loved. . . 

I was snapped out of my trance and gripped the window pane for support, I was covered in a cold sweat and my breathing was fast and heavy, my eyes were sore and my cheeks were red from crying, my throat was sore and dry, I wanted to curl up in a ball and die, but I was stronger than that. I looked down at the plain floor and attempted to calm my breathing my only thought was

I have never feared anyone, but now I fear Noah my husband who supposedly loves me. I could feel the tears threatening to surface but swallowed them back, and looked at the note of which had fallen to the ground.

'Meet me in the garden

                                                        Tesoro x'

I tore it in half and then decided, its time to not be a push over, its time stand strong and used what mom and dad taught me. I marched out of that room and down the stairs, there were an unusual amount of men in the foyer, most greeted me as I passed, they all shared a solemn look, I passed them and made my way to the kitchen to get to the garden, men tried to block my path as I forced my way through them.

"Get outta my way motherfuckers!" I yelled and then Luca came up to me and then tried to pull me away from the kitchen, I swerved and kicked his balls, he crouched down and held himself and cursed in Italian and grunted in pain, I could see some men sniggering as I shouted

"You find this a laughing matter men, DO YOU?! WANT THAT DONE TO YOU?!"  They immediately stopped, an air of sadness clung around them, I walked outside, and an army of men followed me as I slowly strolled across the ground, the air was thick there were remnants of what smelled like gunpowder?  The scent clung to my nostrils and I continued to wander the vast grounds. I had been walking through the green shortcut grass, the sun beamed and hit my face, I continued to walk towards a line of forest, where I saw a revolver lying on the grass, I picked it up and inspected the barrel and it had been recently used. The men still followed me, as I further endeavoured they became quieter and when they did speak it was low and more so hushed. I turned to face them and they all had a look of pity and sadness on their faces. I continued to make my way through the land and I could see spots of blood dotting the grass, I followed the trail and it lead to a white blanket which was stained with blood, the metallic scent filled my senses and I took a deep breath and walked a couple of paces forward, there was a body on the floor on their side, their face hidden, I brought my hands over my mouth as the shock set in only about a minute later I knelt down and turned over the body, I already knew but had to have confirmation . . . it was Noah.

I sat beside the body, he lay their lifeless, I looked down at his cold, pale face and then placed my warm hand in his cold one, I sat there for what seemed like hours but it was mere minutes. I stood back up and the men offered their condolences, I did not shed a tear, I felt very little sorrow or remorse, I am free and that's all that mattered. 

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