Rose’s mind kept screaming ‘why, why is this happening, why’, but it was met with no logical conclusion. She had no choice but to follow Thomas inside of the castle, with his grip on her waist. She eventually relented as she was led inside the gorgeously ornate castle, and stared at the beautiful decor. The tapestries, the wallpaper, the paintings, they were better than anything she had seen in his actual house. She looked around with her mouth hanging open. It looked even better than any house that she’d seen before - it was like a house from a… She frowned at the thought and shook her head. This was not a fairy tale, this could only end badly, or worse.<br/><br/>She was led to what she could only assume was her room, which was filled with different colours of puffy dresses. The room itself was impossible in size, with an obscenely large feather bed. If she wasn’t so annoyed at the arm wrapped around her waist, she would have probably cried at the beauty that was her bedroom.<br/><br/>Rose had to fight a snarl when she felt Thomas’ hand grip her face, forcing her to look at him. “Listen to me, Ariel” He said, a sickly sweet smile on her face. “Your voice belongs to me. I told you, men don’t like chatty women” He laughed at the pained expression on her face and let her pull away. “You might marry me, but I can’t be king until Prince Eric is dead. And you’re going to help me with that”<br/><br/>Before she could even try to protest in a comical sign language, Thomas walked across the room and grabbed a puffy pink and white dress. “You’ll get close to him, make him vulnerable. Find a way to get the deed done” He shoved the dress into her hands. “His favourite colour should help” He smirked and walked out of the door, leaving her alone to change.<br/><br/>She looked down at the dress in her hands, recognizing it from the movie, though it was more grand in real life. The redhead jumped as she heard a voice calling her name, and looked around the room with wide eyes. Everyone here was calling her Ariel, so someone calling her Rose was definitely out of the realm of the new normal.<br/><br/>Her eyes focused on a little being flying in front of her, calling her name again. Rose stared in awe when she recognized it was Eva, as a little pixie. She kind of looked like Tinkerbell, but she couldn’t understand why something from Peter Pan would be talking to Ariel. She listened while Eva explained to her what was happening, and why she had woken up to find herself suddenly answering to the name Ariel.<br/><br/>Suddenly everything made sense - why the sea witch was Thomas, why Eric was Johnathan, and why Thomas wanted him dead. She felt tears spring to her eyes as everything started to come together for her. This Deimos was one sick bastard. He wanted her to relive the one single snap decision that she made that regretted deeply. She couldn’t do it again, she wouldn’t.<br/><br/>Rose took a deep breath and let it out slowly to get ahold of her emotions. She was not going to let this guy break her. ‘Let me find my inner Ariel’ She told Eva through her thoughts, and began to get a grip on herself. With another deep breath, the redhead looked at her quietly. ‘The sea witch is my ex fiancé’ She explained, and crossed her arms, annoyed that she couldn’t communicate with her mouth. ‘The prince is the man who turned me… I killed him, all those years ago’ She said and looked down, ashamed of herself.<br/><br/>She jumped a bit as Deimos made himself known and glared at him in anger. He was so smug, and she wanted nothing more than rip his face off. ‘I would suggest not getting too close to me’ She thought, keeping her ground when he came in close to her. She tightened the grip on the dress and pursed her lips.<br/><br/>The redhead watched him curiously as he took out an ornate box, and listened as he recited the story of Ariel. ‘Yes, I know the story’ She thought with a roll of her eyes. ‘I’m not doing it!’ She shook her head as he snapped the chest closed, backing away from it. She was not going to participate, and kill Johnathan, again. She couldn’t do that again, not after accepting that he was the reason she’d been able to live a life free from her normal constraints. She always wondered what would have happened if she had given him more of a chance to explain.<br/><br/>Rose watched Deimos as he stepped back and frowned warily, not sure what he was up to next. She gasped as blue surrounded her, blinded by it before her legs erupted into an unimaginable amount of pain. She would have cried out had she had the voice to do so, and crumpled to the ground. She could barely take the feeling of the imaginary flames that crept up her legs. Her mind screamed with the awful pain she felt and reached for her legs. Though nothing looked different, it felt like they were burning from the inside out. She stared at them in utter disbelief and looked up at Eva, teary-eyed, and tried to remind herself that this was just a dream. The pain wasn’t real. When she thought this, the pain in her legs subsided ever so slightly, and she looked back at them incredulously. ‘It’s not… it’s not real’<br/><br/>With that shred of hope, Rose managed to haul herself on to the bed and put on the pink puffy dress. Her legs screamed in pain when she moved, and she forced the dress over her head. They had to play along, right? As long as she remembered the pain she felt wasn’t real, it became somewhat bearable. The redhead looked at the chest next to her on the bed and took out the dagger. ‘I need to kill the sea witch’ She thought, more to herself than Eva.<br/><br/>Rose hobbled to the door, just barely making it. Her face was twisted in torment, but she forced herself on and hid the dagger inside the top of her dress.