Rosie's Games

Chapter 58: The Beast 5

"Why did you do it?" Jeames hissed as he took a step towards her. In return, she took a step backward."Dorothy has been nothing but nice to you since you came back. She respected you and loved you and yet you dared scheme to make her miserable!?"

"Sir Jeames, I don't know what you are talking about," Rosalind said, she eyed his hand on the hilt of his sword. She immediately thought of using her mist to subdue him but she did not want to reveal anything to him.

"You— How dare you act like you do not understand what I am talking about! When you were younger, she asked me to play with you to not make you feel like a freak! You were born an embarrassment and she told me how much she pitied you but could not show it because of her own circumstances!"

Jeames pointed the sword toward her.

"When they sent you to the mountains to die, she cried and mourned for you!"

"Mourned for me?" Rosalind snorted. "She was smiling when I left, Sir Jeames." And she would never forget the scorn beneath that smile. She would never forget the day that she begged them to let her stay in this place. She was but a child, how could she survive in the mountains with another child maid?

She cried and kissed her father's shoes, she called out his name as he turned away from her. Then she saw Dorothy.

She was smiling at her with disgust. At that time, she did not know the emotion beneath those smiles but as someone who already lived another life, she knew.

Dorothy hated her.

The thirteen year old Dorothy, hated her.

"Dorothy begged her parents to take you back. She—" Jeames continued. This time, he waved his sword carelessly. "She loved you like a sister and yet you treated her like —"

Jeames swung his sword again. This time, it was towards her. She quickly took a few more steps back until her back hit the wall of greeneries in the maze.

"Sir Jeames, stop this! Clearly, you are not thinking straight!" Rosalind cried.

"Young Miss!?" Milith appeared behind Jeames. "What—"

This spot wasn't that far away from the house. Milith must have heard the drunkard's screams earlier.

Rosalind sighed inwardly. "Sir Jeames, I really hope you will not blame me for doing this." Without waiting for another second, she used her dark Blessing and reinforced her body, strengthening her. Then she tackled him.

He fell.

His back landed on the ground.

She took this opportunity to kick his stomach. That might look like a stupid thing to do, but people did not know that she was strong. All they could see was a young miss trying to fight for her life. Thankfully, the man was drunk and thus it was easier for her to trick him.

"Your Miss, he is asleep," Milith whispered in pure horror. "Shall I call the other knights?"

"No," Rosalind's eyes narrowed. "Help me drag him into the house. "

......….

Jeames Sencler woke up feeling as if he had fallen from the third floor of the mansion. His body hurt, his head throbbed. He sat up and tried to make out his surrounding.

" I apologize," he heard a sweet voice say behind him. "I do not have another bed to accommodate you. The couch can be hard, but it is better than nothing."

"You—" Jeames eyes widened when he saw it was none other than Rosalind Lux. "Why am I here?"

Rosalind smiled. She approached him, a small basin in her hand. "Don't you remember?" she asked.

"What?"

"You tried to kill me, Sir Jeames."

"What?" Jeames frowned. His memory was rather blurred. All he could recall was drinking some alcohol when he heard about the matters of his mistress. "I—"

"Do not worry. I do not intend to tell them about it." Rosalind smiled. She handed him the basin. "Please clean your face, I will be waiting for you in the back of the house. I think we should at least to talk to each other, no?"

Surprised at Rosalind's kindness, Jeames didn't hesitate to accept the basin and clean his face before following her out. She was sitting under a small tree. There were two wooden chairs and a wooden table. Rosalind smiled at him as she gestured for him to sit on the other chair.

Then she poured him some tea.

"What happened here…" Rosalind started. "No one will know about it."

"Young Miss—"

"I understand, Sir Jeames. I know how angry you must have been when you learned of the upcoming marriage."

"You—"

"It was not me," Rosalind said softly. "Until now, I have been thinking who would do such a thing and I still do not have any answers."

She could feel his gaze on her. josei

"I did not do that to my sister. At that time, we had a conversation, she thanked me for marrying the Duke in her stead and then I left," Rosalind explained. "I care about my sister, I would never do anything to harm her." She looked at him and observed his expression.

"Did you know why I agreed to marry the Duke, Sir Jeames?" she asked. As usual, he did not say a word.

"It was not just because I wanted to help my sister," Rosalind said before she took a sip of her tea. "It was because I wanted to leave this place."

Jeames frowned.

"I have been living in the North on my own, Sir Jeames. The chaos in the Capital is not something that I like. In that place, I am alone, and I— I can be like everyone else. I am not the curse of the Lux Family. I am just… someone living in the village."

"Rosalind—"

"There were rumors that the Duke must have done it to make sure that they do not make my sister marry him," Rosalind said, as she silently apologize to the Duke for using his name. "In the end, he won."

Jeames clenched his jaws. By now, the man must have realized that Rosalind did not have the resources to do something like that.

"I am leaving very soon, Sir Jeames," Rosalind continued. "My sister will not be happy on her own."

Jeames's lips thinned.

"Please take care of her," Rosalind begged. "Please… Sir Jeames." It was the only way for Jeames and Dorothy to become closer. Using a beast to hunt another beast.

It would be entertaining!