Angel of Doom and an English Rose (Phantom of the Opera)

Chapter 7 - Alexander Dorta

Author's Note:

It seems that something happened with this chapter so I deleted it and re-titled it. This is retyped version! I have changed a few things but it goes along some of the same lines!!!!!!!!!! Sorry for the confusion!!!!!!!!!!!!!

sarahlet2999

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Rosetta's POV:

"Yes, we are friends now, Angel of Doom. Now, I hate to run but my father will be looking for me soon. May I come back this evening after everyone has gone to bed?" Angel of Doom nodded and I smiled before running to the door and into the hallway.

I quickly made my way to my room and found that I had left breakfast in my haste to see Angel of Doom. Taking a deep breath, I calmed my galloping heart and started to eat. While I ate I thought about Angel of Doom. I really needed to find out his name. After all, I couldn't very well keep calling him "Angel of Doom." He wasn't that frightening.

I glanced and my wrist and laughed. Maybe he was a little frightening. I was almost done with my meal when my father knocked and entered my room.

I looked up at him and nodded to acknowledge his presence. He smiled at me and I knew this had something to do with a match for me. He never smiled otherwise.

"Daughter, I want you in my rooms in ten minutes." I looked at him and said,

"Father, may I ask why you want me in your rooms?" He smiled and said,

"I have someone I want you to meet." He grinned and walked out before I could say a word. I knew he wouldn't want to hear what I had to say anyway. I had no desire to marry and he wouldn't give the idea up. I would just have to do what I had done to every person who tried to marry me.

I smirked and made myself look somewhat presentable. I looked in the mirror and rolled my eyes. My father was too stubborn and I knew that after this meeting we would almost come to blows. It was always like that.

I walked down the hall and into my father's room. My father had a sitting room, a bedroom, and a bathroom. I had walked into the sitting room. My father was sitting on the couch and a man was sitting opposite. His hair was blond and his eyes were blue. He smiled at me a wide smile and it turned my stomach.

As I sat down I couldn't help but compare him to Angel of Doom. There was no likeness whatsoever. Father smiled at the youth and said,

"Rosetta, this is Alexander Dorta. Alexander, this is my daughter Rosetta. Alexander is the son of an old friend of mine." I smiled sickeningly sweet at him. He smiled right back and I shot him a deadly glare. A glare that said say far away from me.

He completely ignored the glare and started a conversation. During the hour of torture Father put me though I broke every etiquette rule I could think of.  I made myself look like quite an idiot. This only seemed to make Alexander more interested and as Father let him out I swear I heard him say that he wanted to see me again.

I rolled my eyes and my father returned. I could see the anger in his eyes. He stalked towards me and I rose from me seat, ready to flee if I needed to do so. He towered over me and growled,

"How dare you make me look like a fool? You made me look like I raised a stupid daughter." He raised his hand and for a moment I thought he might strike me. In the end he lowered and said,

"Don't ever do that again." He turned away and I said,

"Father, I want nothing to do with him. I will not marry him." Father turned to look at me and said,

"You will marry him if I must drag you bound and gagged to the alter. You will be his wife before we sail for England." I stared at him and said with shock in my tone.

"But, Father, I am only sixteen!" He laughed and said,

"I really don't care how old you are. I can't run any risks. You will marry him or I shall give you to the Shah. And he won't be near so kind!" My face paled at the thought. He laughed wickedly and said,

"Get out!" I walked to the door and once I was out of the doorway, ran back to my room. As I collapsed onto my bed, my shoulders started to shake with tears. This was the worst thing Father had ever done. Normally it was just an engagement and I had gotten myself out of those before. But now, I would be married before we sailed for England. That was in a month. Our return ship left in a month.

I tried to pull myself together but couldn't. This was horrible. I cried for a while and then I heard a small voice say,

"Ms. Rosetta, what is wrong?" I looked up and Maysa was looking down at me, a worried expression on her face. I tried to smile and said,

"Nothing major." She scowled and said,

"I can understand if you would prefer not to talk to a servant but I know something isn't right with you. You are crying and I saw you run from your father's rooms." I laughed and said,

"You are right. There is something wrong. Maysa, can I talk to you as I would a friend?" I needed another woman's advise and Maysa seemed like a nice girl. I liked her. I had my friends in England but they weren't here for me.

I patted a part of the bed beside me and Maysa sat down. I then took a deep breath and said,

"My father wants me to marry a man I have never met. He will not give up this idea and has said he will drag me to the alter himself if he must." Maysa rubbed my back and said,

"Rosetta, why would your father do such a thing! I thought English men were not at all like that. I thought they nicer to their daughters?" I laughed coldly and said,

"Most are. My father isn't though. I hate the man I am to marry. He isn't even handsome. My father could have found me a handsome man at least!" We laughed for a moment and then she said,

"I am sure it will work out. You seem to have a fighting spirit. Maybe you can somehow run away or hide or something?" I thought about it and said,

"I will think about it. Thanks so much, Maysa." She smiled and walked out of the door. I laid back on my bed and thought about how I was supposed to do this. A smile formed on my lips and I said softly,

"Angel."