Chapter 4 (First Part)

In this prestigious four-star room, Lenore sits on the floor; conscious? Destroyed from the inside.

"In the week." Justin inspires and inflates the bust behind her. "It’s in this week that you’re going to celebrate your majority, then our wedding." he turns his back on her. "The rest, you already know her."

Noticing no reaction from her, he puts himself at her level.

"Smile...look at the beautiful dress I prepared for you." He smiles and points to the long pink dress on his mattress." Remember? He was chosen when you were fourteen." He laughs heartily and passes his hand to her shoulder." I’ll ask them to make you very pretty. "He puts his hands on her straight hair." You’ll be very pretty. You will have your hair loose and this dress will fit you perfectly. You will see...it will be splendid."

Tired of Lenore’s silence, Justin gets up from his seat. He turns the step and moves forward in a hurry towards the exit. Once he crosses it, he sees three maids facing him.

"I expect it to look like what I imagine it to." He gives the three teenagers a dark look. "Otherwise..." He passes his thumb menacingly along his neck.

Noticing the seriousness of his tone of voice, they rush inside the room and try to make the corpse, a princess…

In the shadows, Leroy gets up from her desk and approaches the window.

“Desmond is in jail. It’s over. It’s time for us to step in. And, free this hunter. We need it.”

Once they agree, all the members involved get started.

“We will wish a happy birthday to this famous rose and a short life to this hunter.”

Satisfied by the progress of things, Leroy displays a smile at the corner of the lips and admires the outer part maliciously.

As agreed, Desmond spent the entire week in the dungeon. But on the evening of Lenore’s birthday, if he is released, it is neither by his own, nor by pity.

Breathless and in panic, Desmond looks around him.

"Quick, quick. They can’t find me."

It blows quickly out of anxiety. His pulse accelerates and his eyes scan the slightest moving shadow around him, to the point of almost tripping repeatedly on the stairs.

"I must warn Justin quickly! I was afraid of Catherine, so these." He picks up in a hurry. "I am chased, I can feel it. I do not know what it is, but I feel that I will not like..." A shadow passes him very quickly and takes the opposite direction to him. "It is ...huh."

He frowns and looks for the origin of the cold breath passed before him.

But until then, Justin is on his cloud, satisfied to see that Desmond is sent to the dungeon and that Lenore is dressed like a princess.

"You are truly splendid, my darling." A sincere smile appears on his face. "Did I not tell you. Thanks to me, they’ll see what it’s like to be < La rose célèbre.> " His smile shares much satisfaction and his gaze much impatience. Yet Lenore persists in his eternal silence.

Justin is impatient to discover his rose, once ready. So much so that he leans at the door and waits without rushing time neither those loaded with lenore.

However, he could have looked at the preparations if he had not already taken on them by others;

Earlier in the week, he had spoken to his nephew;

"Ernest." The concerned one freezes in his contemplation of flowers and turns quickly. " You took the flowers I asked?" He questions him in a falsely friendly tone.

"Well, I asked." In two seconds of silence, he points his finger at the person. "Desmond."

"Hello Uncle Justin." greets him Desmond, making his presence known.

Justin bows an eyebrow and stares at him. "You also take care of the roses?" He deduces from a surprised look.

"I’m done doing what you asked." Desmond stands up and says, "I wrote down the names of the weapons, asked that we have more against werewolves. Cyrus will bring them."

"You did what I asked you to do," concludes Justin. "It’s nice to be able to count on his nephews at times." He squints and stares at Ernest from above.

Feeling targeted, Ernest swallows his saliva with difficulty and inflates the bust. "I have shared with the group the order of the guards for the week."

"That’s right." mumbles Desmond in a competitive tone. Ernest notices him and bows an eyebrow out of pride and defiance.

"Anyway. Make sure everything goes as planned."

Justin turns his back on his nephews and watches them at the same time from the corner of the eye, suspicious, he squints.

“I don’t really like Desmond’s interest in my rose. He is far too forthcoming and available about it.”

Justin feels a strong pinch in the heart and resumes his steps away from them, the mind loaded with thoughts.

“I’m going to find a way to get rid of him. There’s no way anyone is going to steal my lover’s interest!”

Indeed, Justin is very quiet today.

Everything is already ready and the only one he could consider a mance at a time, no longer causes him problems. Now that Desmond is locked in a dungeon far from the eyes and especially far from Lenore.