Chapter Ten

"Rose! Oh my God Rose you cant imagine what just happened!" Lissa suddenly shouts from her spot on the throne.

We're sitting in the throne room, my butt's planted on the tile and Lissa's on the velvet, plush seat of the Queen's royal throne, around us the Royal Guard is standing bored. Many of them aren't really keeping watch; most are conversing between the others, talking about Moroi news and what not.

"What?" I ask, looking up at my best friend whose eyes are now clouded. "What happened Lissa?"

"Adrian," her voice says shakily, in the back of my mind I'm grateful that Christian is on the other side of court, meaning that Dimitri is with him and not in the room to hear Lissa discussing my ex-boyfriend with me.

"What happened to him?" I asked, trying to keep my voice neutral and give nothing away.

She gulped, "Eddie just texted me and said they found him passed out, drunk on the side of the road just now."

"Is he okay?" I asked, still trying to act normally. Not frantically worried like how I felt inside.

Plus you never knew, among the Royal Guard were friends of Dimitri that would more than happily like to go back to him and inform him that I was saddened by hearing about Adrian's injury.

She nodded slowly, "He's at the Courts hospital now… his, fiancé, Kelsey or something is going bat shit because he said he doesn't want her there." She smirked, "I never liked her."

"Oh." I said, trying to not think about Adrian's new girlfriend.

Fiancé.

Kasey Dashkov, I'd met her once at a benefit.

I couldn't remember much about her other than blonde hair, a face that screamed of too much makeup and an overly loud and high pitch voice that would screech whenever something didn't go her way.

She didn't seem like Adrian's type, at all.

But I was no one to judge.

Plus I had a fiancé of my own now, soon I would be Rosemarie Belikov and all the thoughts of longing and remorse I had left for Adrian would have to disappear, along with many other thoughts.

Secretly, after seeing Lissa and Christian laugh and make adoring faces at each other whenever the mention of having another baby was involved, I had wanted a child of my own.

More guardians added to the Moroi world, to protect little Christians and Lissa's.

Plus little Rose Hathaway's would be badass, and I would make a great mom. I'd be there for them always, unlike how my own mother was for me.

But with Dimitri I would never have that chance.

She nodded shakily, "Maybe I should go and… help him heal faster."

"No!" I shout loudly, making all the guardians turn and look at me with curious faces.

"You know it makes you feel weak," I say, lowering my voice a few volumes so only my bestfriend can hear, "Plus you need to be strong for the twins," my mind goes to Christiana and Lily, Lissa and Christian's twin baby girls.

"Fine," she sighed over dramatically, "I just don't like seeing Adrian hurt, and I know-even though things are so good with Dimitri that you don't either."

I nod slowly, choosing not to comment on how 'good' things were with Dimitri.

It was shocking, while Eddie and Mia and even Christian had noticed the bruises and the way I sometimes flinched when Dimitri moved towards me too quickly, Lissa hadn't. I'd made everyone swear not to tell her, they couldn't. It would stress her out too much.

Dimitri was a good guardian, one of the best, if Lissa knew what he was doing she'd send him to the other side of the world in a heartbeat and I couldn't have that. He needed to be at court guarding royals from Strigoi and other dangers they could face.

And I couldn't bear seeing something like that happen to Dimitri, deep down I knew it was dumb and foolish, but I still loved him.

Even when he was hitting me, all I could think of was the way he used to look at me and love me and cherish the time we spent.

Back when he wasn't so jealous and bitter and well, just plain angry at the world. Angry with himself, and angry with me.

Lissa sighed and sank deeper into her throne, she was waiting on a meeting with a few other royals who had a complaint about something; I knew Lissa didn't really care much.

In all truth, Lissa was probably one of the best leaders of Moroi history; she wasn't just kind to the Moroi, but the dhampir too, which was something rare. It made her unique and loved by both of the breeds.

I sighed, trying to ignore the feel of cold tile that was currently making my ass numb and pulled down the sleeves of my white blouse, bullshit guardian wardrobe. I missed my comfy sweaters and jeans that I'd grown so accustomed to wearing back at the Academy.

Back when Dimitri was fun and I didn't have to wear long sleeves to cover bruises or spot my face up in makeup to make my face back to its usual olive skin tone rather than black, blue and purple.

But what I missed more was my old Dimitri, Comrade. The one who, when I was bruised would go easy on me in our training sessions and put healing cream on my calloused hands to smooth them and make them good as new.

The Dimitri who would give me his zen life lessons and act wisely and wouldn't get jealous and beat the crap out of me and wouldn't…

I forced myself to stop thinking, running a hand through my dark hair I made myself hold in tears that were captured by the dam I called my eyeballs.

Somewhere I knew Dimitri would change soon, he had too. When he was a Strigoi he changed back to his old self, if I waited a little longer, soon he's be the old Dimitri.

He had to be.

It's been a while but I was having some serious writers block.

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