Chapter 50: Chapter 50"There is much that I envy you for. Maybe your ways will rub off on me during my time here," said Rose.

    She continued up the stairs to find a room they could use.

    "Rose, you don’t have to dance at just parties. People dance at home all the time because music makes them feel good," Zayne said, hoping she would change her mind.

    Rose turned to face Zayne. "Do you dance when you are alone?"

    Zayne shook his head. "Of course not. I do not feel good by it but I have learned to dance since I was a young boy. Part of a requirement for my duties."

    "Requirement? I am still unaware of your duties. Did someone know that you would one day become the general? I don’t understand how you would have duties as a young boy or is it normal where you are from to have duties? Can you teach me about your land?" Rose asked as she wished to know more about him.

    "We should start our lesson with you asking one question at a time. I told you that we are not all fast like you, little-"

    "Please do not call me a bunny. Sir? Master?" Rose questioned as she didn’t know to refer to him. "Servants have some way of referring to their employer, don’t they? Graham made us call him master sometimes. For you, would it be a young master? Are you young?"

    Zayne closed his eyes once more as Rose offended him again. "Do I look old to you, Rose?" Sёarch* The N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "No, but I do not know your age. I am not certain of my age as I don’t remember my life before the brothel and I never wanted to ask Graham about it. Maybe I am older than you," Rose guessed.

    Zayne doubted that being true. She looked younger than he was or maybe it was just the way she acted. "You have the pleasure of making your age younger than you are. No one can question you since you don’t have your memories. Is there nothing at all you remember? What does your family look like?"

    "No. I can’t even remember the face of the person who sold me. I woke up in a room surrounded by women and other children. I’ve always wondered how desperate my family were for money or how much they might have hated me to sell me. I will never know," Rose said, wanting it to stay that way.

    She never wanted to know the truth about why she was sold.

    "You don’t have your memories, Rose. You shouldn’t think the worst. Sometimes children in your place were stolen from their families. What if there is someone out there hoping you would return to them?" Zayne asked.

    Everything didn’t need to be so negative.

    Rose had never once considered that she was taken from her family. She had always been told that a relative sold her and this hadn’t come from Graham the first time though he repeated it a few times.

    "I don’t want to think about it. I don’t want to get my hopes up and search for a family only to be disappointed. Besides, there is nothing that I remember about them and I am hiding. I cannot show my face and ask anyone if they know me," said Rose.

    Rose smiled, placing her hands behind her back to hide how she was fidgeting with her fingers. She did not want to spoil the evening by speaking of her problems. This was her official lesson with Zayne. "I am satisfied with what I have now. I will enjoy this until it is time for you to leave."

    "Already want to send me away so you can get this house? How cruel of you," Zayne said, walking ahead of Rose to go to the room they could use.

    "N-No. I do not dream of having this home. I am to move once you are done, remember? I cannot afford this," Rose said. The person paying her should know that she could not afford this. "You should keep it for when you have to return here."

    "Should I ever need to return here after the truce, I would be staying in the palace or near it so this home doesn’t have any use for me. The guards won’t be present to stop anyone from entering so you can have it," Zayne offered. He didn’t need the money he bought it for.

    "Three, two, one," Zayne softly counted.

    "I cannot take your home for free. Did you just count?" Rose asked, wondering if she was hearing things. "Are you making fun of me?"

    "Yes," Zayne honestly answered. "I knew that your rejection was coming. I am learning about you fast."

    "Since you know that I cannot accept it, you shouldn’t speak of it. I have to keep moving once you leave. There won’t be any work for me to do then. I must save now for my time to travel then," Rose said, rushing to open the door for Zayne. "I am quite useful, aren’t I?"

    "You are. If there was one place you wanted to go, where would that be? The one place you want to settle down?" Zayne asked, placing his hand on the door so Rose could enter first.

    "I have never thought of where I want to settle down. First I had to escape the brothel. I did think of going to the field in my dreams to rest. I always felt at peace when I thought of the field though I end up fainting each time that dream starts. I wonder-"

    Zayne lowered his hand to stop Rose from going inside. "What do you mean to rest, Rose? Tell me it is not what I am thinking."

    Rose looked up at Zayne. She was nervous with how he had her somewhat trapped against the door but his displeasure in what she said took her attention away from that. "It is where I would like to go to die. It was better than to be in the brothel but it was something I only thought of when something bad happened. It is not like I will find that field."

    Rose looked away from Zayne’s face to his hand beside her head. It was balled up in a fist. She didn’t understand why he was so angry. It was she who once thought of dying because she couldn’t take life in the brothel anymore.

    Was he going to say that she had much to live for? Rose didn’t want to hear it. She didn’t fear dying at any point. Killing herself in the brothel seemed like a terrible ending to her already terrible life so she wanted to escape the brothel to live a little and then rest somewhere peaceful because there wasn’t much awaiting her outside the brothel.

    "If you had the chance now, would you do it?" Zayne asked, trying to contain his anger so he wouldn’t scare Rose.

    "No. I am happy right now. I have a good job and then there is Janice. I don’t want to die right now," Rose answered. She had been wrong that nothing awaited her outside the brothel.

    "And what of me? Am I not included in what makes you happy?"