chapter two "Not quite roselyn".
"𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚..... 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒊𝒕".
Rosy groaned and stretched, expecting to feel her phone digging into her side or her pillow slipping off the bed. But instead, her fingers brushed against embroidered silk. She opened one eye.
Curtains—cream red and gold—billowed gently in a breeze from an arched window. The ceiling was high, detailed with carved wood beams .the Everything smelled faintly of roses, parchment, and something old, like books that had known generations.
𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]
What the......
She sat up slowly. The dress she wore was loose at the sleeves, tight at the waist. The bed wasn’t hers. The room wasn’t hers. And—
....
"OH GOOD HEAVENS !". *screams*
𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]
AHH......! *screams back*
A girl—stood at the foot of the bed, face pale as flour, eyes wide. holding a silver tray .
As Rosy screamed back and the tray clattered to the floor..... Which the girl holding
....
"I-i didn't mean to scream..... You've not stirred in hours".
*Said while picking the tray from the floor.*
𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]
*blinked* “Oh... damn. Who are you, girl?!”
The girl looked more shocked at rosy than the cursing.
Elna (maid)
“Madam? It’s me—Elna! I didn’t mean to startle you. You’ve… you’ve had quite the fall yesterday—your head, you see…”
𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]
"My head ?".
Rosy looked around, then at herself—flowy dress, tight corset, no phone. Her mouth opened.
That wasn’t her voice.
And this wasn’t her body
She scrambled out of the bed , wobbling
𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]
“Nope. I’m having a medieval identity crisis
She flung the sheets off and stood, bare feet pressing into an embroidered rug. She walked to the mirror.The reflection was hers—but not quite. Her hair was pinned and curled, her face was quite same.
Elna (maid)
"Madam! *rushed forward*
𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]
Uhh.....Don't Madam me... Where is my phone!
Elna (maid)
*Face twisted in confusion*.
“Oh Madam… your memory—has it gone? From the accident?”
"You are not, quite roselyn
𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]
*Paused* “Wait. What accident?"
Elna (maid)
You fainted in the garden holding your head , after yelling at the wine steward again,” Elna said timidly. “Sir Hale said it was one of your spells. You were always... dramatic.”
*said and left*
𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]
*blinked* “Sir Hale? As in... Liam Hale?” and roselyn ?
𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]
..*Processing informations*..
𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]
"The book".
“The Love in Bloom " oh God. I’m in the book.
𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]
No way.
Is it a fever dream.
Or Am I dead and being punished by being turned into the most annoying character in my favorite book.
𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]
This isn’t happening,” she muttered. “I didn’t ask for this. I just—cried a little, maybe yelled at a fictional character—but that doesn’t mean I should wake up as her!”
𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]
Books don’t pull you in. That’s not real. That’s not science. That’s fanfiction logic!”
𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]
And ....
“I’m not Roselyn. I’m Rosy—with anxiety, bad posture, and a snack drawer under my bed. I can’t handle corsets and castles and... and arranged marriages!”
𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]
That too without My phone and airpods-
'Just as she was thinking a firm knock came over the door'.
She barely turned her head when the door opened—without waiting for a reply—and the sound of boots striking the floor followed.
"She looked up and stunned" .
"And across from her stood him "
Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dressed in a tailored deep-blue waistcoat, crisp linen shirt, leather belt slung with a ceremonial sword—because apparently, that’s normal here. His dark blond hair was neatly brushed back, a few strands falling slightly over his brow.
" The man she'd cried and the man who broken her fictional heart ".
And His eyes—
Gray.
Stormy, soft gray, just like the book said.
....
He stepped inside, voice low and careful. “Roselyn…”
𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]
*looks without blinking*
𝑳𝒊𝒂𝒎 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 [𝑴𝑳]
“My lady, are you alright?” he asked, walking closer. “Elna said you fainted. I came as soon as I heard.”
𝑳𝒊𝒂𝒎 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 [𝑴𝑳]
And oh—there it was.
The way he looked at her.
With worry. With quiet affection he didn’t voice but wore all over his face.
And just as his hand reached to brush her cheek—fingers trembling slightly—he paused.
Her stunned expression must’ve said too much.
He retreated, the warmth in his eyes dimming.
𝑳𝒊𝒂𝒎 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 [𝑴𝑳]
“My apologies,” he said, stepping back like he’d overstepped. “I… spoke with the wine steward about the incident yesterday. I only meant to see if you were well.”
𝑳𝒊𝒂𝒎 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 [𝑴𝑳]
*said slowly * “Forgive me if my presence is unwelcome
He turned, the weight of old hurt slipping across his shoulders, and walked out—quietly closing the door behind him.
Rosy stood frozen. Still processing...
"𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔".
![𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]](https://up-pic.mangatoon.mobi/contribute/fiction/10866508/avatar/53843801/1748172212582.jpeg-s200webp?sign=011b966afce66e4656749d5eb2c619e9&t=68535300)
![𝑳𝒊𝒂𝒎 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 [𝑴𝑳]](https://up-pic.mangatoon.mobi/contribute/fiction/10866508/avatar/53843801/1748165668916.jpeg-s200webp?sign=224c54d75d937f8eba0bf013bc934e3f&t=68535300)
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