Rosalie had just come out of a concert of her favourite singer- Shawn Mendes that took place at Moda Center in Portland. She was more than happy at coming to his concert. The heiress of the Lawrence family and an enchantress, she was also the princess of Florensia- one of the hidden places in the world which was the home of vampires, enchantresses and werewolves- creatures who were mere mysteries to humans.

She was stuck in the crowd outside the arena and she was being pushed every now and then. This made her annoyed. She struggled very hard to make her way to the black Mercedes which was parked in the VIP garage. She huffed as she got into her car and started the engine. She played some songs sighing in relief as she was finally back to her peaceful world.

She stepped into the elevator, feeling a little dizzy already. She shook her head wildly as she pressed the 22nd floor button and waited for the elevator to reach her suite.

She slowly walked to the entrance door of her suite and opened it quietly. She sank on the couch as soon as she got in- yawning wildly. Understanding her current situation, she quickly refreshed and changed to a comfortable dress. Then, she dropped on her bed, listening to songs at first. However, as the time flew, she fell asleep- feeling a little sick.

As she opened her eyes the next day, she realized that something was wrong with her. Her left hand was sore and numb which made her confused.

She closed her eyes trying to relax but she couldn't. She had a severe headache. She tried no to give in to the pain that had made her terribly exhausted. However, in the attempt of doing so, she fell asleep.

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Rosalie opened her eyes panting heavily. Her sight was foggy, her head was hurting as if someone was hitting her with some hard metal. Her left arm was numb- the pain killing her. She knew that she had no way out of it. She drank three bottles of water earlier, only to throw up later. Her body was burning. She wanted to die. Her legs quivered as she tried to stand up. Eventually, she lost her balance and gave in to the pain that was spreading through her body. She cried like there was no tomorrow. Indeed, there wasn't- the small burning light of tomorrow that existed was slowly burning, the light of hope. Her chest was aching. She was continuously choking and struggling for breath.

Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door. Trying her best to walk, she stumbled twice on her way, opening the door at last. She was surprised as she saw the figure standing in front of her- the crying and panic-stricken figure of Lucia Ashton.