#Chapter7
/"Hold my hand Rose, don't let go/" She wrapped her finger around the large hand of her mother's as she watched her. Her mother, The queen, grieving. Watching something outside the castle.
Rose turned her eyes to look at the beautiful black forest that she was fascinated by, The dark woods, the evergreen trees, and the cold breeze coming from the north. If the forest produced such a scent which claimed one's mind.
But when her eyes fixated upon a burning figure she gasped ever so softly? Was that man? Or was it a tree wood? Why would they burn something right over the borders of her little kingdom?
Her eyes moved towards her father. His face, devoid of any emotion. His eyes never leaving the site. As her mother show such remorse. As eyes filled with tears when her mother looked away.