The engagement of Rosalie Barton to Prince Wilford III was to be announced in one weeks times. Rosa thought she might just jump out her window. Of course she would never do something so extreme as kill herself but part of her thought she might if she had to marry a man like Wilford. He was at least ten years her senior, and not to mention a disgusting rude man. He was the air to his throne which meant he had great power, and with his power he could help her and her family's kingdom. Eastormel had been in quiet a downfall lately. The past seven years had been hard on her father after her mother died, but Rosa couldn't understand why anyone would ruin a whole country over a dead spouse, but then Rosa had never been in love so maybe she just couldn't understand. Her father was constantly drinking and cursing at her if she ever showed her face around him, so she was confined to walking the castle at night or early morning if she was quiet to sneak around. Rosa only ever ventured to two places though, other then her tower, the gardens and the library. She loved most reading in the gardens when she could sneak to them. For it wasn't' just her father who detested her presence but her elder sister as well. Tabitha helped her father try to keep this kingdom together, and they were both ruthless evil people in Rosa's mind. When they were younger they got along, but as Tabitha grew and Rosa stayed more beautiful then her, a hate bubbled in her sister's belly. William, her eldest sibling and brother, however adored Rosa for always and forever. But he was not home at present. He was away on a self learning journey, or so he called it. Rosa so wished she could go be with him; there was nothing more that she wanted then to be on an adventure far away from home. She often dreamed of where she would go, but nothing seemed to fulfill her dream quiet like the idea of soaring on a dragon. Their Kingdom's army had a dragon, so maybe that's why she wished for it so much. She had never met the knight who rode upon the dragon, but she had never met any one from the army they had. Small and pathetic it was, she was told by Tabitha once when she was found in the library reading about the stars. Rosa sighed as she sat at her window sill looking down at the garden she wished she could be in right at that moment, but something of a meeting or so was going on in the main hall that her father was attending and if he saw her dallying about in the gardens he would surely scream and yell. So she settled for sitting in her open window her auburn hair blowing in the soft winter breeze a blanket around her shoulders as she looked down and wondered about what plants would grow come spring.