Bloody Rossie: Tears Of Vampires

11. Rose Cage

The Part 11

Ernest's gaze went down to the table. "You know me, Princess Eienna." The name of the prisoner is called, at once the eye

blue enlarges. "Even .. You know me far beyond my own skin."

Eien's smile that had been able to survive in uncertainty instantly vanished like a gust of wind from outside. That sentence was a sign of how miserable he was, knowing nothing, even a handful of memories of this man were not in his memories. Is that a mockery? Pity? Or something else? What was clear was that his lack of self had lowered his pride so far. Those beautiful blue eyes narrowed. "The honorable man is the man who can control his lips, Mr. Hornest," he recalled. In the fight times he had lost, completely, subjugated in this man's power. But Eien still does not want to give up, he will not make it easy before the truth is revealed.

How Ernest had to respond to the eye rays that still wanted to put up a resistance other than sighing and smiling gently got the warning. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty. But what I say is the truth." Maybe this little bit of information is enough. Then he stood followed by the view of Eien who felt cheated. "I won't explain any more than this." His gaze turned to the sky outside the window like weighing something and then said, "Kuizinkan you enjoy the castle courtyard, even if the day

it has darkened, the garden lanterns are still a little help. Surely, Adela will accompany you, Your Majesty."

"Allowed me? I think I lost my independence. What does the term 'Your Majesty' mean if you don't fully submit to me. Now I'm just a bird locked in a cage."

"Your Majesty," said Ernest softly.

Eien turned round. "You still call me that."

"I am like a creature that does not know. I fully understand what you are thinking. But that name is my duty." The pretty face returned to her, which only showed a leniency over injustice. "I hope you enjoy the feel of this rose cage, Your Majesty."

Eien's eyebrows are almost interlocked. "Aren't you afraid I'm gonna run away?"

Slowly the black eyes that had been sad turned full of confidence. "You won't do it, Your Highness the Princess."

Ernest's confident smile could make Eien bowed, because what he said was true. The condition of his body like this does not allow him to escape, at least he needs preparation, a perfect plan. He believes that tricking this man is not easy. Waiting for his father or a knight to save himself was too petty, hanging up hope and safety to others without trying was truly embarrassing. Though the contents of his chest rumbled uncontrollably remembering something that became the reason why he had to leave this castle immediately. "I remember how you took my life on my wedding day, tying the freedom of the wings of this little bird from the blue sky. And now, just set foot on the green of the grass you need to limit it." His two eyes glazed over the name of a person. "Does this mean it's impossible for me to meet Lyonis? Are you going to allow it? There's something I need to make sure about him. I beg you to let me meet him, "he said.

The reflection of the candlelight seemed to tremble in Eien's diamond bead, sadness and hope mingled there, inviting the powerless Ernest to hold himself close. All these questions almost shook his sanity. The pain squeezing his chest was so intense that the answer would sound extremely painful. His right hand stretched out to greet the face of his lover, and slowly raised the tip of the small chin. It felt like Ernest was standing on a calm surface of water, but if one misstep, he would sink into the depths of a fragile heart. Will it start? Stabbing her lover's heart mercilessly? The dark iris was half-closed, refracting an indescribable sadness well, like a window blocked by splashing rainwater. "Now tell me, Princess. How could I allow you to go see a man who died in a war that took place hundreds of years ago?" tanyanya.

The answer that was so piercing to the deepest recesses of the heart, no doubt both of Eien's eyes enlarged from flabbergasted. At first he had trouble digesting, not because he was stupid, but rather because he rejected reality. It's just that, when this guy's facial water doesn't change, he realizes something. Instantly a circle of sadness fell down on the cheeks. Those simple words were very painful. His slowly-shaking lips opened not accepting. "You're lying." Really, his heart was screaming hoping to be played with. He hated himself who knew nothing. The window now looks clean

the shadow of the rainwater, the sadness that was implied there emanated clearly. Eien piqued the pain. "Kumohooon, don't look at me that way" he asked in despair.

Ernest's gaze turned soft. "No, Your Grace. Please don't misunderstand me. Right now I'm just feeling sorry for myself." His hands went down slowly. Slightly regretful when his lips could not hold back any longer. How not, Ernest knew this woman was trapped in a broken memory and there was nothing he could do for her at this moment. That is his powerlessness which is still not over.

It's totally unfair. This man knows everything while he himself is tormented by a huge hole in his memory. And the fact that he was still hiding, Eien almost ran out of air just to control the content of the mind that raged between anger, sadness and confusion. In the end, he felt tired of facing this man. "Go. Please go. Leave me alone." His face covered all the emotions.

I'm sorry, Eien. That word can only be spoken in the heart. All he could do was wipe away his tears, then gently kiss his forehead. "rest. Long trips sometimes erode beliefs, even able to shake sanity. A good rest will help restore your condition."

Afterwards was left Eien who was stunned by himself.

This luxurious room became silent leaving a heartache of the truth of the past. The woman hugged herself withstanding her sobs that might soon break. Hundred years? What the hell's been going on? Why don't I remember anything? The sound of wind gusts from the outside sounded softly seductive, Eien slightly turned his head back, looking at the clear sky at the end of the horizon. I don't need to be hasty. There will be a time when the truth will come out. If I make it back to the palace, dad will be a lantern for me.

Slowly weeps tears as they face the fact that Lyonis is gone. It's no use if you keep acting like this, crying won't solve the problem. Yes, he must find a way to escape from this castle. Rise up he approached the window, pulled over behind the fence and looked at the yard he had seen yesterday. Repeatedly observed a gate that closed far away there. Her small sigh was lightly blown while she still did not get the right way to run. This castle is in

besieged by the forest, even the worst reality is that there is only one route to get from here. It's too risky to go through the woods in his current body.

knocking on the door.

Eien gasped stiffly. "Who?"

"That's me, Miss. Adela."

"Come in."

The servant appeared from behind the door with a crystal cup on the tray. His nervousness is very clear

be seen. "Sorry, Miss. Master will allow Miss to take a walk in the park if Miss is willing to drink this." It was not easy to understand why he could ask someone to drink a glass of blood. It's a crazy deed even for medicinal reasons. Really, it's not a normal thing.

The red liquid inside the clear glass was moving to invite attention. Satisfying his anxiety as he approached Eien, he handed the glass over with trembling hands, where the discomfort of his attitude was too obvious. In order to calm her down, Eien grabbed the glass as gently as possible. But his smell was disturbed by the fishy aroma of its contents. His eyes widened in disbelief knowing this blood was different. The tremors in his hands caused the glass to be tucked from between the fingers, fall and break scattered on the floor. The red liquid was thick.

Adela who was shocked to the point of looking watched the puddle of blood that looked terrible. The glint of the shadow of the carnage that had occurred here seemed to ambush him. "No-nonaaa! A-you're okay?!"

"Excession!" Enraged, Eien left the room. Right at William's door. "Don't get in my way!" The old man who had no power to resist immediately bowed and then stepped aside to let him down the stairs.

In the room William finds Adela who looks scared half to death cleaning the floor. "Let me handle this mess. Follow Miss Selia wherever she goes. Don't let him leave the castle."

Clumsy Adela nodded. "Good." He got up half-run after his young lady. Subsequent to

down the stairs, a male servant opened the main door for her. Adela's forehead was slightly wrinkled looking at the face of the maid she had just met. At first glance he threw an introductory smile at the waiter but his response seemed stiff. Because he was chasing his nona, he did not think too much, so it was passed by the servant. Successfully followed on the terrace, then he slowed down the pace of tailing his nona from behind.

Eien went down the steps of the mansion's terrace, feeling a different atmosphere from the inside of his room, looking at it with a new angle, hearing more clearly the wind rustling through the leaves. This is a new sensation after a long time cooped up in a room. When he arrived at the last step he saw the statues of angels that yesterday were observed from the window of his room. When viewed from below the statue looks huge. His curious and curious movements received more attention from Adela. "What's the name of this castle?" I asked without looking at the girl.

The waiter gasped. "Ah, Bloody Rosie, Miss. Mr. Hornest himself gave the new name to this castle."

Eien looked not surprised. "Bloody Rosie .. what a beautiful name." The nobleman stepped in

growing wrinkles on Adela's forehead. "It must be because of these roses" he added as he approached the plant. Her chest so thumped as she approached the charming flower. When the tip of his index finger will

touching the rose petals, his hands trembled slightly, his heart was anxious if suddenly this rose would change color. Will this sacred flower sink into eternal darkness? But when the flower was touched, the condition remained the same, still intact with its beauty. Sontak Eien gasped happily because there was no change in the color of his crown. "You see, Adela! Did you see it?!" The beautiful lady turned around to look at her servant without removing the finger from the flower.

Adela hurriedly nodded her head not understanding her strange behavior.

But Eien understood the meaning of the thin frown on the servant's forehead. "I can touch it! I can touch this rose!" he was happy as if it was an amazing thing.

Adela's stiff smile was plugged in. "I-I'm happy, Miss." What is with the rose? Why was he so happy just to be able to touch her? Are there no roses in Romania? He's getting clueless.

Meanwhile, a flash of memories made Eien take a breath while looking down at the rose. "It's all thanks to this fake body. Suppose that the color of the rose did not change, maybe the catastrophe never happened. Lionis doesn't need to go to war." He was stunned because he thought of something, then looked at the servant with a questioning expression. "What year is it now, Adela?"