England - Past - Part 3

1901 A.D. - England - London

Sometimes. Life held a different turns on every event that occurred. Life being said was just not easy for Rosheen as she gripped onto her own night gown hem and struggle to breath another breath into her poor witted body. She feared she would never last for another winter to come.

It was early summer as the royal palace still grieved over the death of their beloved Queen. Rosheen took the step up to take strains into her hand as to keep the royal court in order until the next ruler was see fit into Royal crown's position. Another cough had made Rosheen struggling to keep her up right standing position in form as she leaned hard onto the marble railing. She knew long ago that her body was slowly fading away. This fact only had been increased with the injection of wolf genes being infused into her blood a few autumn back.

The only upper hand among this poison mess was it had not breached into the Royal family even though Queen Victoria was infected with it. Rosheen herself had been keeping close guards each full moon to ensure the Queen's chamber was forever sealed. 

"Your highness...." her maid rushed close toward Rosheen as she held up her hand halting those movement. "Please, your highness. Allow a doctor to tend you."

Rosheen shook her head as she grapes on for air. "No use. Nothing could save me." she faintly said as she leaned onto the rail heavily while she gazed far into the endless boundary of the garden. She wondered the man so called the Doctor would ever return to see her. She really wondered. Than again she understand really well, it would never happen as her death was a fix point among time that shall never be alternated in any manner. 

"I shall be in the office." 

Rosheen ordered as she slowly made her way inside the palace she leveled her dark blue gaze along the endless halls of portrait, while her finger traced every item that reflected the glory of the palace hall. She often wondered how many people had tried in such crazy method in hope to reach the peek of this magnificent glory. It wasn't unknown toward Rosheen the many greed that had those people among the royal court had held. She knew it all too well.

Her beloved aunt had left the will toward Rosheen as given Rosheen the power to over look the royal court. It was suppose to act like the protective shield on behalf of Rosheen's weak position among the Royal family due to her condition of unable to produce the heir, yet it was the same reason why her own Royal family was biting back on her like a poison serpent. They disliked another woman to become in power.

She halted in front of the office door. For a moment, she thought she heard someone saying something in the corner of the halls. Dark blue eyes lightly swamp pass the massive hall ways as finding none in sight, though the words of those speakers were still fresh in her mind.

'Kill her when the opportunity comes.'

Her hand tremble lightly as she pushed herself into the office before shutting it tightly. She need to be strong. Death threads were never a problem, nor it should be one at this current state. Yet, with her body in such weak state she feared the worst might happen. She feared one of them would take the opportunity and nicked her life right away. 

It was told among the palace the death of Princess Rosheen was forever a mystery to the world as she was found dead among her office. Some say it was simply due to the death of fear, other say it was due to suicide as fear she wouldn't become successful enough as Queen Victoria. 

The death of Princess Rosheen. She was found locked among her office room as her body was slump onto the sofa as if she was asleep. No sign of blood could be found as she held a faint smile lingered around the edge of her lips. The dagger that was held among her hand was the only sign of something or someone that had entered this close office before. The royal court were all speculated about who would done such thing to the sweet quite princess. 

Truth was. Rosheen might be the only one who knew who killed her.

It was a mystery that have yet been told to the world other than the dagger to glint under the odd sun ray as showing the world the weapon that killed Princess Rosheen. Along with the last note Princess Rosheen written among her official papers. 

'Jealousy is a sour apple.'