Chapter 2 (Second Part)

Tonight, Desmond can’t sleep and is lying on the ground at the top of the roof, his mind full of thoughts and a tight heart.

"This rose... She’s going to celebrate her birthday, and it’s wonderful. She’s going to be a major and the star of the evening. One in the midst of ours and away from his. I could never bear to celebrate my birthday away from mine."

He gets up from his place and stares at the windows looking for his room.

"If only I could take her away Giving her freedom back to her."

Determined, Desmond leaves the roof and stares at every door in the corridors, imagining which room would suit the famous rose and unveiling both his room.

"So Uncle Justin is in this building. She’s got to be here somewhere."

Desperate, still motivated enough to know more, he goes through the corridors of each floor. Until arriving at the penultimate.

Noticing that there is only one door in the whole corridor, curiosity prevails over him and he strongly assumes that on the other side would be the Chamber of la rose célébre.

Desmond approaches the wooden door with his hand outstretched forward, his heart pounding and his lips pinched. Desmond allows himself to open the door.

The interior is revealed to him and a screeching rise is heard.

"That would be the room of .Can I know what you’re doing here?"

Desmond turns awkward. He loses balance and collapses to the floor, towards the inside of the room.

Justin remains neutral and walks up to him. Standing a step away, he leans his hand against the wall and admires the interior with pride.

Noticing his relaxed face and the cheerful air that shares his gaze, Desmond calms his breath and looks back in turn.

However, what he sees was far from up to the most wacky things he expected. No matter how long it took, he wouldn’t have guessed it....

"Where are we?" Mumbles Desmond on the defensive.

Justin smiles, venturing inside and turning on the light, leaving a clearer view of the room.

"In my Haven." Desmond stands beside him.

The young hunter diverts him and approaches a rider’s outfit worn by a small plastic model a few steps away.

"Pas touche!Desmond stopped in his tracks when he heard that scream. "It’s very important. I care about it. It has to be preserved."

"It’s a riding outfit."

"Wrong." A smirk appears on his face. "This is the outfit that wore my rose célébre."

" when you first met her."

..

"Our destinies were bound without any escape on that day." He turns his head to his nephew. "It’s the day I made her my rose."

Desmond tightens his jaw and immediately flees his gaze.

Justin does not notice it, distracted by this uniform of close teenager, put in front of them.

"That’s not all." He turns away his nephew and joins the model next door. "That’s what the famous rose wore when we met." He leans towards the outfit and takes a strong inspiration, sniffing the perfume.

Desmond grimaces as he judges him with his eyes.

"And he’s the one who makes fun of the werewolves' manners and their puddles?" He crosses his arms against his chest. "Isn’t that a little filthy. These clothes must have been around a few years ago."

"Five years. Five long, beautiful years. You know, Desmond, that’s not exactly the outfit that this beautiful girl put on."

Desmond shudders with disgust and stands on tiptoe while waddling away from him.

Always lost in his memories and satisfaction, Justin resumes;

"I asked for an exact copy of what she was wearing." He laughs strongly and tuns his back on his nephew. "Since you’re curious. Come on, let me show you this place better."

"This room is actually reserved to la rose célèbre." Desmond wonders about this place and staring reluctantly.

Justin claps his hands twice. The walls of the room turn and reveal different items and hanging frames.

Desmond is nauseous, still he forces himself to hide it.

"All these walls have nothing but this girl." He brings the hand to his mouth and stares at length a frame of a blonde chained, mouth wide open that suggests she was screaming, cheeks covered with tears and eyes closed.

"What a heartless being Justin can be." Desmond bows his head out of shame. "I really have to give back to that rose what was taken from him."

"Come with me, Desmond. It’s organized in chronological order. This is my sweetheart’s 13th birthday, when we meet. Obviously, we will have to go around the room to reach the actuality of our love."

Desmond's face turnes pale and his eyes widenes.. "The story of your couple is illustrated here?"

"No, only the beauty of my rose celebrates. Although certainly, everything reminds me how well we go together."

Desmond arched eyebrows and spoke discreetly up and down.

"Let’s go! So, next door, you can see the first outfit she wore as much as a member of the hunters. It was a little tricky, she was hurt and bled from the head." He smiled sincerly." Fortunately, she could heal. Whatever, who is surprised, it is one of their blood."

While Justin is ecstatic and happy to introduce the place to his nephew, Desmond is as neutral as possible and denies the huge pinch in the heart that he feels.

Further from this room which is full of a huge collection of facts, paintings, objects and others, which return to The Famous Rose. She is in her room and fears the worst.

Lenore inhales, it exhales. In a carefully controlled manner, it inhales and exhales.. Her heart is racing and a strong tension is felt.

She retains control over her manners, but he does not want to stray from her.