Chapter Thirteen.

It was snowing again. The snow landed on my face, as I leaned against a wall, my face facing upwards, my eyes shut.

“Rosanna.” Bel’s voice said.

I opened my eyes, and met his bored eyes.

“Hey.” I said, closing my eyes again, letting the snow fall on my face.

He grabbed my wrist, and pulled me into an embrace.

“B..Bel?”

He didn’t say anything. He just hugged me for a long time.

“I’m sorry.” He said, his voice muffled.

“What? Why?”

“For awakening your powers.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You don’t have to. Someday you will.”

“What do you mean? Gee, you’re always keeping me out of something. What is it, Bel? Can’t you just for crying out, tell me?” I snapped.

His head raised, one finger held my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes.

“Rosanna…” He whispered. His lips inches away from mine. I glanced into his mysterious eyes, trying to crack the wall in his eyes. The Counselor’s bell went off, and I jerked out of Bel’s embrace, and glared the bell.

“Sorry Bel, I’ve got to run.” I said, walking back into the doors of the school.
There wasn’t any reply. I turned around, and Bel was already gone.


“Nicholò!” I cried, throwing myself into his arms.

“Hello Rosanna.” He said, catching me in his arms, and hugged me for a second.

He released me from my grip, and met my wide eyes, and cheerful smile.

“It has been long since I last saw you, princess.” He said, smiling.

He kissed my forehead lightly, and smiled.

“You’ve grown taller, and better-looking. My, did you win anyone’s heart over in USA?” I asked, making my voice sounding a little jealous. It was true. Nicholò had beautiful blond hair which was short and tidy, with long fringe and sideburns, beautiful sky blue eyes which really matched with the color of the clouds. He was taller than I was but a head or so. He was a singer, part of our band, Acez Heart.

“Of course not.” he chuckled.

Nicolò was my best friend since pre school. He was the one who accompanied me through out my whole life till now. Well, at least a month ago. He had to go to USA to do a live solo performance. Well, at least I’m happy being a singer and guitarist.

I was the band’s backup singer and the main guitarist. Nicholò was the main singer, and he was good in keyboard. But when Nicholò went to USA, we paused the group, while waiting for him to return.

“Err… about the trip to USA, I’m going solo..”

“Whaaaat?!” I exclaimed, glaring at him.

“Gomen, gomen.” He said in Japanese. I glared at him simply, waiting for his explanation.
“Well, I was performing the song, Imitator, by Kagamine Len, and I guess I did great. I was forced to do solo.” He said.

“I see. Well then, good luck!” I said, grinning happily for him.

He smiled back too.

A teenager with messy black hair and bright brown eyes stepped into the room. He wore a beautiful pair of full framed black spectacles.

“Konichiwa, Rosanna.” He said, his voice low and intense.

“Hello, and who might you be?”

“Nero, Nicholò’s assistant.” He replied.

“A pleasure to meet you.” I said, bowing.

“Pleasure’s mine.” He replied.

I turned to face outside the window, frightened and worried for myself.

“Lady Rosanna.” Salvatrice’s voice rang.

“Yes?”

“You have a call. You’re wanted by King Antonio back in Italy tonight with Rosario. The flight is at three. He says that he is going to make an important announcement.”

“Why do I have to?”

“All the royals are attending the ball tonight. Your dress is already ready in your room. Please my lady, its already noon. You’ve got to go get ready.”

“Okay, okay. Gee. One last question.”

“Which is?”

“When will I be back?”

Salvatrice sighed, and walked away.


We arrived back in Italy, the palace was still as big as it was.

“Rosanna!” Mother cried.

She hugged me tight, and nearly choked me to death.

“Hello Queen Rozetta, where’s King Antonio?” I asked.

“Rosanna, Rosanna. Its mom and dad.” Mother said.

“Alright!” I said, laughing.

The ball was at seven. And we arrived at five. So there was two hours before the ball started. So I walked around the area, and somehow, I walked into the garden.

A beautiful guitar beat was being played. It was an electric. I followed towards the beat, and astonished to see Bel playing the guitar. He was deep in concentration, and looked relax. He looked gentle with his eyes closed. I sat down on the fountain’s edge, listening to the melody. Sorrowful, sad, bitter. It didn’t have a single bit of happiness in it.
He looked very, very sad. But after all, he was irritating!

“Bel.” I said, without even thinking.

He opened his eyes, and saw me sitting by the fountain.

“Hey.” he replied, placing his guitar back into its casing.

“Didn’t know you played the guitar.” I commented.

“Likewise. I didn’t know you played the electric and classic guitar.” He noted.

“Why are you in Italy?”

“Father called me back. Said Uncle Antonio had a announcement to make. And Father sounded please. Never knew why. Like I want to know why.” He scoffed.

“I see.” I said.

“How’s your nasty wound?” He asked, looking innocent.

“What’s nasty? It would be perfectly fine just by healing on its own!” I snapped.

“Gee, didn’t have to be so sensitive!” he snapped back.

“Well, I didn’t ask you to help me heal my wound!” I nearly shouted.

“My, my. Lady Rosanna is upset eh? I was just trying to be nice, Rosanna. Can’t you relax a little?” He said, standing up and walk away.


I stood up, and walked back to my room. I threw myself on my bed, and sighed. I hugged my knees, and rubbed my eyes. I glanced at my clock. It was six forty already! Oh no.

I jumped out of bed, and grabbed the sleek black mini dress.

It fit just nice. It hugged around my stomach and hip. With lace around the hem of the dress. I wore long black high boots, and tied some of my left hair into a ponytail, and combed my hair neatly. A Princess had to look formal now don’t they.


I walked down to the ballroom, and saw father there already. Bel was with his father, and Rosario. Bel looked up, and his eyes met mine. Rosario attempted to get Bel‘s attention. I walked towards Salvatrice’s direction.

“Sexy.” She said, smiling.

“So do you.” I replied, smiling. She wore a vintage white dress, the back was bare.

“Wonder what’s father going to announce.” I thought out loud.

“Who knows.” She replied.

When the ballroom was full, the lights dimmed, and father made his way up to the stage, and the stage lights shone on him. His brown hair was short and very tidy. His eyes steady and his brown matched the colors of the healthy oak tree.

“Dear Royals of Italy, I’m very pleased to see that you have all gathered here despite the sudden announcement.” Father began, his voice strong and powerful.

“Today, we’re gathered here to celebrate the event that I’ve found my lost daughter, and wife, Lady Rosanna, and Queen Rozetta. Today, we shall celebrate for another reason. Which will be that, Lady Rosanna will be engaged.”

Engaged?! My mind screamed at me. My eyes widened, and Salvatrice looked at me, concerned.

“Did you know about this?” I asked her.

She shook her head sadly, but her voice was cheerful.

“I wonder which lucky guy got engaged to Lady Rosanna?”

“I don’t know.”

Bel looked up from his seat, and looked at me. I ignored his glance, and looked at father.

Father cleared his throat, and the commotion piped down.

“Darling Rosanna, will you please come up to stage?” he requested. I stood up from my seat quietly, and walked up to the stage, standing beside my father.

“This, is my lovely daughter, Lady Rosanna Salvatore.” He introduced me. Murmurs spread around.

“And the young man she’ll be engaged to is…” He said, pausing to look at Bel’s father.

Oh no. Please no. Bel’s father looked pleased, and absolutely happy.

“Prince Bel De Luca.” Father said.

Oh goodness.