Published on:- 13/12/24 [Friday]
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Rose blinked as she was feeling dizzy. One second, she was standing in front of the mirror in Manor room, and the next, she was somewhere completely different.

At right now, she was present in the room and the room around her was grand, with high ceilings and big windows.

The thick and velvet curtains hung down, and a beautiful chandelier sparkled above her.

She looked down at herself. Her jeans and t-shirt were gone. Instead, she was wearing a pale blue dress with delicate lace on the collar.

She stood frozen and was stunned by the situation. Her trembling fingers brushed over the soft and unfamiliar fabric that gave strange heaviness.

It didn't feel like anything she owned or would ever wear.

A chill ran through her as realization set in- something was off.

"Something is not right here. Not just something... everything about this is wrong. Where am I?" Rose murmured as her voice was trembling with panic.

'Where's the shadow, that mirror, the whispers and teenage Rose? Where is that field, the manor? I'm confused', Rose spoke to herself.

But a sudden knock on the door startled her and pulled her from her spiraling thoughts.

Before she could react, the door creaked open and a maid stepped inside with curtsying politely.

"Lady Rose, your father is waiting for you in the drawing room," the maid announced.

Rose froze and her mind went blank. 'Lady Rose? Father?'. None of it made sense, and her brain seemed to stop working altogether.

"Lady... who?", Rose asked and her voice was barely a whisper, as though speaking louder would shatter whatever fragile reality she had found herself in.

The maid smiled politely, though a flicker of confusion crossed her face at Rose's question.

Still, she answered with the same courteous smile, "Lady Rose Everleigh, my lady. Your father, the Duke, is waiting for you."

Rose's eyes widened.

'The Duke?'

She couldn't understand what was happening. Her mind raced and was struggling to make sense of the situation. The grand room around her felt like something straight out of a history book, with its elegant furnishings and old-world charm.

Yet, everything felt so vivid, so real, as if she had truly stepped into another time.

The maid glanced at Rose and patiently waiting for a response.

Realizing she needed to act, Rose quickly nodded and forced herself to appear calm despite her racing thoughts.

Without another word, she followed the maid out of the room and down the grand hallway while her heart was pounding with every step.

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The hallway was just as grand as the room Rose had woken up in. The walls were lined with old paintings of serious-looking people and their expressions were stern and their eyes were seeming to follow her every step.

Rose's mind swirled with questions, her thoughts were racing faster than she could process them.

'How did I get here? Am I in a different time? Everything feels so strange... the words, the air, the atmosphere, the courtesy, the titles, the clothes... none of it matches my world. Am I in another world?'

She glanced around at her surroundings and was trying to piece together an explanation, but nothing made sense.

When they reached the drawing room, the maid opened the door with a practiced grace and curtsied again. "Your father is inside," she said before stepping aside.

Rose's heart pounded at the words.

'Father? My father? But... didn't I lose him a few years ago? Did he walk out of the grave? Or is he Lady Rose's father, not mine? Or could he really be my father?'

Her thoughts spiraled further. 'Who is Lady Rose? Why is the maid calling me Rose? Wait... my name is Rose. I'm Rose... but not that Rose. The real Rose has the Everleigh surname, but I'm Rose Blake.'

Her mind flooded with wild thoughts and imaginings and each more was confusing than the last as she stood frozen at the threshold of the drawing room.

She took a deep breath and gathered her courage, and stepped inside the room.

By the fireplace stood a tall man with a commanding presence. His strong, sharp features and the way he held himself exuded power and authority.

His clothes were intricately designed, was clearly expensive and spoke of high status, yet their style was unfamiliar, something belonging to a distant past, not the modern age she knew.

At the sound of the door opening, the man turned to face her, his piercing gaze settling on her with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat.

"Ah, Rose, You are late", He said and his voice was deep and calm.

Rose froze and her heart was racing. She wasn't sure what to do or what to say but something inside her told her to be curtsy.

"Forgive me, Father" she said as she copied the maid's way of speaking and the word 'Father' gave a strange feeling as it left her mouth.

The man looked at her with a raised eyebrow and said to her, "Come, sit. We need to talk."

Rose took a step forward as she was still confused about this situation. She had no idea who this man was, but somehow, she felt like she should know him.

Rose carefully made her way toward the large armchair by the fireplace and the soft rustle of her gown the only sound in the room.

She felt irritated with her clothes but at the same time, She could feel her heart beating loudly in her chest and the anxiety from the sudden shift in reality gnawing at her.

'Who was she now? This place felt like the Victorian era, yet she wasn't sure how she had gotten here. Nothing made sense'

The Duke, her father watched her as she sat down while his piercing eyes were studying her intently.

For a moment, there was silence and it was thick with the tension of a thousand unspoken words.

"Rose, I received a letter this morning, a royal decree. It concerns your future" He began and his voice was cool but filled with authority.

Rose's brow furrowed as her mind raced.

'Royal decree? What is going on? Is this really an ancient era but which era? The clothes reminded me of the nineteenth century of the Victorian period...'.

The sudden mention of royalty felt like a sharp jolt of reality, as if something ancient and long-forgotten was stirring within her.

"Father, I..." she began but he raised his hand, signaling for her to be quiet.

"You have been chosen, Rose," the Duke continued and his tone was grave.

Rose's brain started ringing the alarm bell again and she had a feeling that something was going to happen.

"You are to marry the Marquess of Westmarch.", The Duke finished speaking and her pulse quickened.

'Marquess of Westmarch?'

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Hey my Luby duby Readers, and my Hungry Wolves!
Thanks for reading my books and supporting me.
If you have read my new books, you would have seen that I am spanning different genres and also exploring my writing styles.

I'm doing research for the different genres and troops but if there is any mistake, please let me know. I will try to do it right.

You'll understand the main plotline in the upcoming chapters. It's a short story book.

The book named 'Crimson' has been completed on Scrollstack platform but the last two chapters are locked as paid chapters and on new year, book will be shift on Amazon Kindle.

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