Rosangela: The Half-Blood Princess
Chapter 72

Two days went by since Sigmund let me out of the dungeon. So it meant that it’s been three days since I ran away to the werewolves’ house, and then King Bellamy came and dragged me back to the vampire kingdom.

My father promised to come and save me, but he hadn’t arrived yet until now, and I began to fear the worst. What if King Bellamy broke his promise and decided to kill my father along with the other werewolves? Or on the contrary, what if my father broke his promise to come for me?

I shook my head and shoved the negative thought to the back of my mind.

No, no, no. I knew my father would never do that. If he didn’t come, I was sure he had a reason behind it. And I hoped it wasn’t because he was injured, or worst, got killed.

‘Arrgh why do you always think negatively, Rosanne?’ I scolded myself.

This negative thought maybe occurred to me because I spent the past few days in loneliness. King Bellamy didn’t allow me to meet anyone, especially Prince Maximilian. The only person who could see me was Sigmund. But he only came to bring me my breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And he would hurriedly leave without saying a word.

‘What shall I do now?’ I asked myself, ‘My wedding day is getting closer and nothing I can do to cancel it. But I can’t sit by while I have known what the vampires are up to on my wedding day, right? If I didn’t do anything, the vampires would make me become a human sacrifice.’

‘No, no, no. I’d rather die than let them sacrifice me,’ I thought.

All of a sudden, a crazy idea floated into my mind. ‘Wait! Maybe this could be the answer to all my problems. If I died, they couldn’t make me become a human sacrifice. Right?’

'Are you out of your senses, Rosanne? Why do you want to kill yourself?' my conscience reprimanded me.

‘Just shut up!’ I snapped at her.

I looked around my bedroom, searching for something that I could use to end my life. Yeah, although to be honest I didn’t want my life to end so soon, but if I had to choose between being killed as a sacrifice or killing myself, I would prefer the latter.

When my eyes landed on the window, I gave an evil smirk. ‘Maybe I can jump out of the window.’

‘You can’t do it, Rosanne! Do you hear me?’ my conscience yelled at me.

‘Do you have a better solution then?’ I asked fiercely.

‘There must be another way. You can’t solve anything by killing yourself,’ she advised me.

‘If you can’t give me any solution, you’d better shut your mouth up now,’ I said with a hint of rebuke.

‘Fine. You are free to do as you please. But I bet you’ll soon regret it,’ she retorted indignantly.

‘Yeah, whatever,’ I said indifferently.

I went for the window only to find that it was locked. With great difficulty, I managed to push the window open, and a blast of wind immediately hit my face.

I climbed through the window until I was sitting on the windowsill. I swung my legs so they were dangling over the edge of the windowsill.

I gazed down into the land below and shuddered. If I jumped down from this height, I would surely plunge to my death and it would certainly be extremely painful.

“Oh no, I think it’s not a good idea,” I mumbled.

‘I told you,’ my conscience mocked me.

I thought I should listen to my conscience this time. I knew I said that I would rather die than let those vampires sacrifice me. But on second thought, I didn’t want to die a painful death. Besides, like my conscience said, committing suicide wouldn’t solve my troubles. I was sure that I could find an alternative solution to this problem.

I was trying to bring my legs back into the room. But unexpectedly I was thrown off balance by the sudden gust of wind and fell. Fortunately, I managed to keep myself from plummeting by clinging to the ivy that rambled over the wall of the castle.

The strong wind made me sway against the castle wall and it sent a chill down my spine. My palms began to sweat. It caused my hands to slip over the ivy and I started descending slowly.

“HELP! HELP ME! SIGMUND? MAXIM? GRANDPA? ANYBODY, HELP ME PLEASE!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

Not long after that, I heard the sound of the door bursting open followed by the sound of footsteps approaching.

“Princess?” Sigmund sounded panic. Maybe because I was nowhere to be seen.

“Sigmund,” I called out. My voice was hoarse due to all the screaming I had done.

“Princess, where are you?” he shouted.

“I am outside. Help me!” I cried out.

Within seconds, Sigmund leaned out of the window. He gasped when he saw me hanging below the window.

“Help me, Sigmund!” I croaked.

“Hold on, Princess!” he told me.

Sigmund placed one hand on the windowsill, and stretched out his other hand towards me.

“Give me your hand, Princess!” he said.

“I can’t. I’m afraid,” I said with tears rolled down my face.

“That’s okay, Princess. Don’t be afraid! Hang on that ivy with one hand, and hold out your other hand to me! Come on, you can do this,” he encouraged me.

My right hand kept clutching onto the ivy while I held out my left hand towards Sigmund. But before I could reach him, the ivy suddenly snapped, and as a result, I plummeted freely to the ground. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

“!” Sigmund’s scream was the last thing I heard before everything went black.

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