Chapter 38: Stolen
Mister ’Enry lost all the color in his face. "I can’t, I’m sorry," he said, lowering his head. "If His Highness calls on you, you will have to respond."
Rose nodded and wiped her face. "I figured," she said with a dejected look on her face and turned toward the door.
"Get enough rest. You don’t have to do any duties for the rest of the day," Mister Henry said.
Rose slowly nodded as she walked into the room. She knew she would scrub as many floors as possible if it meant she didn’t have to deal with the prince tonight, but that was clearly not going to happen.
The bed was exactly as she had left it, but her bag was in a different position. Rose wondered if she was imagining things. The guards had forcefully dragged her out of the room—it might have moved then. Besides, she didn’t have time to think about it, as all she wanted to do was lie down.
Rose dropped onto the bed with a loud thud and groaned in pain. She had landed a little too hard on her side, the one that had been kicked. She immediately rolled onto her front. Though it was a little uncomfortable to lie on her chest, it was currently the only position she could lie in that didn’t hurt so much.
"Are you in pain?" Edna asked.
Rose merely grunted in reply.
"I’ll get you some water to clean the wounds and some balm to help with the pain."
Rose nodded and started to cry again. "I want to go ’ome, Edna. I don’t care about anythin’ else. I just want to see mi mother, mi father, and Ander again. I want to get married and live wit’ him. What did I do wrong?"