A Love Between the Lines Chapter four: Trailing behind his heart

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"𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒚'𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒕, 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓".

𝑳𝒊𝒂𝒎 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 [𝑴𝑳]

*hands still snaked- around her waist* 💗........

𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]

Then—her eyes slowly blinked open. His were already staring at her. Grey. Sharp. Unbelieving. 💓

𝑳𝒊𝒂𝒎 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 [𝑴𝑳]

"You—” *he started, voice low, caught between concern and surprise*.

𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—I just—” *Rosy stammered, trying to push herself up but unknowingly both hands placed on his-well-built chest and pressed in order to wake up*.

𝑳𝒊𝒂𝒎 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 [𝑴𝑳]

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𝑳𝒊𝒂𝒎 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 [𝑴𝑳]

*Liam’s jaw tensed, and his gaze flicked away, a faint flush coloring his ears*. He didn’t move, but his hands on her waist hesitated, unsure whether to let go or hold on.

𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]

*Realizes, flustered and stood up somehow * \\\\

𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]

“I—I didn’t mean to fall on you,” she said quickly.

𝑳𝒊𝒂𝒎 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 [𝑴𝑳]

Still not looking at her, Liam cleared his throat. “It’s... alright, my lady.”

But someone had seen this ......all From the hallway corner, she stood frozen—eyes glistening, lips pressed tight. She clenched her fists by her side,

Elna (maid)

“She doesn’t deserve him,” *she muttered under her breath, turning away before her tears could fall*.

𝑳𝒊𝒂𝒎 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 [𝑴𝑳]

* Brows furrowed, his tone low but edged with worry*. “My lady, you shouldn't be walking around like this. You need to rest

𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]

“I… I wanted to tell you that I wish to come with you. To the southern barracks. I want to join you.

𝑳𝒊𝒂𝒎 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 [𝑴𝑳]

* stiffened. His gloved hands clenched slightly at his sides*. “You want to come with me now? *His voice was quiet, but there was something sharp beneath it—an ache*.

𝑳𝒊𝒂𝒎 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 [𝑴𝑳]

“…You didn’t care when I left last time,” he said, voice tight. “Back then, someone else had your attention

𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]

*laughed nervously*. “And okay, fine. I admit it. I don’t know a thing about barracks or mud or whatever you’re marching into—but I do know I want to be where you are. Isn’t that worth something?”

𝑳𝒊𝒂𝒎 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 [𝑴𝑳]

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𝑳𝒊𝒂𝒎 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 [𝑴𝑳]

(Another lie, my lady...You should have told me you wanted to meet the prince directly— not dress it in concern, not ask to join me like it’s something else.) “So that’s why,” he muttered, almost too quiet for her to catch. “The prince.”

𝑳𝒊𝒂𝒎 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 [𝑴𝑳]

“Very well,” he said, voice cold, distant. “If it’s the capital you want… I’ll make the arrangements

He didn’t look at her again as he strode down the hall, boots echoing off the marble like thunder in her chest.

𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]

“Wait… what prince?” she whispered to herself.

𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]

The prince. The stupid, dramatic, gold-dusted second male lead who came back much later in the story to ruin everything again. But… that wasn’t supposed to happen now. He won't be there now ..and The real roselyn would also don't know this and that's were their love starts to bloom.......until the prince ....came into the scene

𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]

* sighed and glanced in the direction Liam had gone*. “You’ve got it all wrong, soldier boy. I’m here for you

Outside the grand stone estate—what the locals called “the Captain’s Wing”—Liam stood near the carriage, adjusting the reins with quiet precision. The morning air was crisp, the soft neigh of the horses barely masking the tension in his jaw. His fingers gripped the leather strap a little tighter than needed.

Behind him, hurried footsteps echoed Liam....! He didn’t turn. He recognized that voice too well—Elna, the young maid with more opinions than patience

Elna (maid)

* reached him, puffing slightly, she frowned.* “Don’t you think Roselyn needs to rest? Why is she tagging along with you to the field?”

𝑳𝒊𝒂𝒎 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 [𝑴𝑳]

*His hand stilled. Slowly, he turned, his eyes darker than usual.* “Elna,” he said, voice firm. “That’s Lady Roselyn to you. Watch your tongue.”

Elna (maid)

But-

𝑳𝒊𝒂𝒎 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 [𝑴𝑳]

“No buts.” His tone sharpened. “She’s my wife. And if she wishes to come, she will. Now go inside, pick up her travel clothes, and help her prepare.”

Elna shrank back, lips pursed and eyes wide, startled by his anger. she turned away before he says more and walked away

Rosy stepped out of the estate, the deep navy cloak swaying around her ankles. She had let Elna do the packing—honestly, she wouldn’t know what counted as “travel clothes” in this world anyway. As she passed the chair near the door, her eyes landed on a small, worn leather book. Curious, she picked it up and tucked it under the cloak.

Outside, the world was wide and... oddly quiet. The trees lining the dirt path swayed like watchers, and the air held a chill that made her pull the cloak tighter.

Just then, her eyes caught a scene a few feet away Liam stood near the carriage, gently ruffling Elna’s hair. His expression—soft and comforting.

𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]

Whats happening-

She walked toward them, adjusting the cloak over her shoulders. Elna noticed her first, stepping back quickly. Liam, with a small glance, helped her into the carriage without a word Settling in, Rosy looked to her side—

𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]

“Uhm... you? Girl? You’re also coming?” she asked, squinting

Elna (maid)

Elna turned her head, clearly still sulking. “Of course.“ To make sure you don’t faint on road lady roselyn ” *she rolled her eyes with a dramatic sigh*. “Anyways, old people problems.”

𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]

* blinked*. “Old—girl, I’m the same age as you!”

Elna (maid)

*turned her head with a skeptical glance. “You’ve definitely lost it. I’m just sixteen. And you—” she paused, looking Roselyn up and down.*

𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]

Gasped. “What—?!”

𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]

(Wait… roselyn was 24 in the book? ... And right that kid elna who had a crush on liam was 16 .......but why she seem's so mature and she is even taller than me 〒▽〒 but 24 ! ....not old im still young)

The wheels creaked softly against the cobblestone as the carriage began to roll forward. Liam mounted the horse at the front with practice

𝑳𝒊𝒂𝒎 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 [𝑴𝑳]

"Hold on. The road through the hills can be rough."

Rosy, sitting beside Elna, peeked out the window just as the estate faded from view. She tightened the cloak around her shoulders, stealing a glance at Liam’s back—tall, composed, distant.

𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒆 (rosy) [𝑴𝑪]

(“This is it,” “The beginning of the story...but maybe I can write it differently.”)

"𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈- 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍".

"𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕.

END OF CHAPTER: 4