A Love Between the Lines chapter three: "Before the lines were drawn".

"𝑰'𝒎 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒊 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰'𝒎 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌".

Rosy stood in the middle of the room, her mouth slightly open.

𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]

“I’m really in this. Like... for real.” *spun in a slow circle, taking in the tapestries, the fireplace, the faint smell of lavender soap*. “And that means... Liam.”

𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]

“Oh my God, Liam Hale is even more handsome in real life.” “Nothing like those dramatic cover pages with brooding stares and windblown hair.”

𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]

*Smiling while blushing*

But then her smile faded

𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]

“But I’m not his love." *whispers*

The silence in the room deepened—just for a moment—as if the world paused to listen.

And in that stillness, a whisper coiled through the air, soft as paper and sharp as ink:

"𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭- 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐭".

she didn’t hear it. Not fully. But something in her gut twisted, like a warning… or a promise.

𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]

*shivers* What was that....! 🍃

She shrugged it off and looked around the elegant, unfamiliar room. The floral curtains. The old wooden armoire. The carved mirrors.

She took a step forward thats when she realised Her limbs ached. Her chest felt tight, her body weak—like she had gone through something… traumatic.

𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]

Right accident… what had caused it?

Everything in her mind blurred. She knew the plot, the rise and fall of the love story—but the details, the emotions, the memories of Roselyn—were locked away.

Even her body felt weak, unfamiliar, as if it carried pain she didn’t earn.

𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]

Uh....*pressing fingers on temples*

then she remembered.Liam. His departure. His captaincy in the South.That was when it all began.

Rosy stood quietly, piecing the foggy outline of the story together. Bits of it slipped back into her mind unsteady, but real.

𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]

In the book, after the accident, Roselyn was to follow Liam to the South—not out of love, but to chase the prince and confront him . It was during that journey, their love started to bloom

𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]

They lived far from the kingdom then—Liam’s family ran a small, well-regarded inn near the coast, simple and warm. But when he was called for training under the crown, they moved to the kingdom’s edge, closer to the barracks.

𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]

That was where things shifted. Where Roselyn began to see him. And where, in the end, she would betray him.

𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]

"I couldn't let that happen again.. I don't know how long I'll stay here even if I'm not roselyn. But If im here-I'll choose this man. Who choose her every single time.

Rosy stepped out of the room. The hallway stretched long and quiet, with flickering candles lighting the stone walls. The smell of wood and something sweet filled the air. Everything looked like it belonged in a painting.

This time, she would choose him before the story had a chance to break him.

𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]

*stumbles but supports the wall beside* Ow- Right This body...is ..still recovering.... But Liam is leaving...i need....to..join....

𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]

Why this....place is ..kinda..creepy... Nvm *walking through the hallways*

Finally, she reached the main hall. There, standing near the entrance, was Liam. He wore his military gloves, fastening the last buckle on his coat. His broad back was turned to her, his posture calm—but something about the way his shoulders hung felt... heavy. Like he was already carrying the weight of goodbye.

He hadn’t noticed her yet. But Rosy, the moment she saw him preparing to leave, panicked. Her heart jumped as she rushed forward, forgetting how fragile her body still felt

𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]

*foot slips* "Ah- !" *stumbled forward just as Liam turned, eyes widening.*

𝑳𝒊𝒂𝒎 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 [𝑴𝑳]

“Roselyn—!” he tried to steady her, but the moment was too quick.

They tumbled down together, the air knocked from their lungs as Rosy landed on his chest. Her hands braced against him, his arms still instinctively around her waist.

.......Silence......

....

"𝑩𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒏".

END OF CHAPTER:3