The Forgotten Prince Chapter 135

Chapter 135: Chapter 135

Victor stared at the door, patiently waiting for the mont his wife would co out or at least so noise would be heard so he would know how it was going inside. He glanced at the soldier standing beside him.

"So, you and Rosaline are?" Victor asked, curious as to how the two t.

"We are not and now that she is inside you want to acknowledge that she is Rosaline?" Zayne replied.

"It’s best for my wife to have a look and decide if it’s her daughter. We’ve had a lot of imposters over the years and so of the servants joined to fool us. I know it is Rosaline but Madeline will be more certain than I am," said Victor.

"Her daughter?" Zayne asked, finding the wording to be interesting. "For a mont, it sounded like she’s only your wife’s daughter but maybe I am too tired from the long trip and I am overthinking."

"She is my daughter," Victor spoke confidently, getting rid of the wrong assumption. "I have missed my daughter but no one has missed her like Madeline and no one will recognise her more than Madeline. A mother knows her child."

"A father should too," Zayne added, getting a kick out of pissing off Victor.

"I am quite happy that there is nothing between you two. You sound like a pain in the ass. Madeline," Victor greeted his wife when the doors opened. "Your face."

"It is fine. I can tidy myself later," Madeline said, wiping the traces of tears that managed to escape. "Rosaline- Rose," she corrected herself. "She is ho. Tell the butler to send out a notice to everyone tomorrow. We should let Rose rest today and have a look around."

Madeline let go of Rose’s hand to go to Zayne, embracing him in a hug. "Thank you. Thank you for helping her find her way ho. If there is anything you need, please don’t hesitate to tell us. Right, Victor?"

"Yes. There is a reward for the person who found her," said Victor though he didn’t want to give it to Zayne.

"I don’t need a reward," Zayne answered, his gaze fixed on Rose. Her appearance was much different from her mother’s with the tears.

Now that Zayne thought about it, he couldn’t think of a ti he saw Rose crying. The night he caught her in Graham’s room she was distraught but there weren’t any tears. In the storage as well as when her dress was ruined, there were no tears. Even when he returned to her curled up in a corner from panicking.

Madeline noticed Zayne’s gaze and started to question if there truly was nothing as Rose said. Rose was her daughter but there was a bond which needed to be reconnected before Rose would share more. ’I can wait.’

"Your father needs to leave to get your sister from one of her friend’s hos. It won’t take long for her to get here. She would be delighted to have her sister again. I wanted to show you to your old room," Madeline said, excited to see Rose in the room again.

"My room remains," Rose said, surprised.

Madeline frowned, confused as to why Rose did not think it did. "Of course, it is still present. Why would I give it away when it belongs to my daughter? Everything remains there as you last used it."

"There are no portraits of

on the walls. Only one young girl who doesn’t look like ," Rose said, confused as to why the room remained but her portraits did not. "Or did I never have any portraits?"

"You have plenty of portraits and they remain here. Co with ," Madeline said, taking Rose’s hand once more to walk together. "There were plenty of portraits of you all around the ho but we removed the ones near the door. These portraits you see now are of my husband’s family. I would love to take those down but then his mother would not stop talking about it."

"See," Madeline stopped before one of Rose’s portraits. She vividly rembered the day she sat a five-year-old Rosaline down to have this portrait done.

Rose found it strange to stare at a portrait of herself and not recall the day or ever having it done. The dress was similar to the style of the dress she wore in her dream. Her hair was tied in two pigtails with ribbons decorating each side and she smiled like she had been happy that day.

"It took

a long ti to co back from losing a daughter. I would be sending Anna off then see one of your portraits at the door and panic. I thought I could lose Anna too if I let her out of my sight. I had your portraits moved to stop the habit but they are placed by the door for your birthday. It is weeks away but I would love to celebrate now," said Madeline.

"I do not know the day I was born," Rose confessed. "I have never celebrated it."

"We had a party here for you every year with gifts piled up high. You would go outside to play with the children of family and friends. It was the one ti I allowed you to have so many sweets. I hope you will rember those tis as they were precious. Here," Madeline led the group to the third floor.

As Rose walked with Madeline, she saw more of how wealthy her family had to be. It was strange how she had gone from being viewed as less than a pig thanks to living in a brothel to standing in a manor.

She felt out of place.

Rose stopped before a door decorated with flowers and thanks to Zayne, she could read her na on the door.

Madeline stepped to the side to let Rose do the honours of opening the door. Seeing her daughter standing before the door made her decision to keep the room as it was left all the more right.

Rose opened the door and entered the unfamiliar room. "I loved flowers and animals," she noticed from the portraits of animals and flowers on the walls.

"You did. You had a little dog but she passed years ago. Anna has one now and we can get you another if you want," Madeline offered.

Rose didn’t respond as she was occupied looking over the items from her past. None of it stuck out to her and she knew there had to be a story behind everything. She should be happy where she stood but once again, she only felt out of place.

"I cannot rember,’ Rose whispered.

She expected to experience a lot of lost mories coming back but nothing did. There was not even a single mory of being with her family. The one thing that cald her was how she smiled in all of her portraits.

She had been happy here. Truly happy.

"What," Rose mumbled, touching her face as sothing hit her cheek. "Oh," she realised that it was water.

Rose wiped her cheek, not wanting to spoil the mont with her tears. Tears did nothing for anyone. They never did anything for her other than make her an easy target for Graham or the other won.

Rose looked to her right after a hand was placed on her back and found her mother standing beside her with her cheeks soaked with tears. She did not want her mother to cry but seeing Madeline cry, more tears ca and Rose did not try to stop them.

"It is okay," Madeline assured Rose. ’It is okay if you don’t rember. I can tell you all the old stories or we can forget together. We can make new mories now that you are ho if you would like that."

Rose nodded her head.

"Wonderful," Madeline smiled, pulling Rose for a hug once more. "Everything will be fine now. I promise you."