A brush of sweat wiped across Rosaline's face as she heard her mother's name. After her parent's death, no one said their names in front of her. So how could he have inferred about her mother? A stranger at that?
"Mom? she replied".
Edmond could apprehend the unsettled manifestation that lay visibly on Rosaline's face as if it had tattered her from within. "This must be a dream.", she thought to herself. But the dripping droplets from her skirt that got wet in the rain at the crosswalk were explicit proof that everything was real.
Hearing her mother's name, the substantial shield that she had put on as her stance had broken apart. She stumbled unconsciously as Edmond grabbed her cautiously and warmly put his furry coat around her.
"Your Highness, the lady seems to have a weak constitution. Let's bring her back to the castle".
A ragged voice, ardent in a pattern of respect from one of the men enclosed in the dark made its way into her senses. She could listen to their voices, but her body had relinquished all its strength to talk her way out and it was not weird. Cuddling her with his body, Edmond felt as if she was a burning furnace. No wonder why her body had no stamina to stand on its own.
"The space she travelled through might've strained her soul."
"Chris is right your Highness, she ardently needs the holy water", said one of the men in the dark.
It felt as if Edmond's pale face had become paler at the sight of Rosaline suffering. His yellow eyes intricately lay on her as she was breathing heavily and sweating because of the intensity of the fever. As he carried her in his arms, her bright pink hair brushed on his shoulders. " A peculiar meeting after a long time", he wondered. The cave grew colder and damper as time passed on. Rosaline's consciousness simply withered away as she fell asleep in his embrace. A divine sight it was!
...
How long it had been since she dreamt of her parents? A delightful scene of her stunning mother with alluring pink hair like hers, celebrating her fifth birthday. Her father had given her a white cat on her birthday that had golden yellow eyes just like her mother's, but the cat had an aura of something excellent.
Tucking her into bed with the cat lying beside her, the woman kissed her forehead. She told her a very distinctive bedtime story of a kingdom named Arcane, which is ruled by werewolves.
"Mom, aren't werewolves the bad doggy? Children in my school said so", asked five-year-old Rosaline.
The mother chuckled as she kissed her tiny little hands and whispered to her in secrecy, "No my little angel. There are also some good werewolves as they are some good people in this world".
....
A warm, cozy bed welcomed Rosaline's consciousness as she came back to her perception. She felt a gentle hand caressing her face. How long it had been since someone had taken care of her at all? Rosaline's sight gave way to her vision as she opened her eyes. An extremely broad room with dashes of light sparkling through the window. It was such a calming sight, but it felt as if she was forgetting something.
"What? What", She shrieked up in horror as the memories of the night before came flooding in. "A nightmare. Yes. A nightmare it was", she calmed her down. "Did you have a nightmare?". She jolted up in terror at the sudden voice that came from beside her. Edmond was sitting beside her locking his arms, eyes closed with a grin on his face.