Summary: Rose has everything she ever wanted. She is her best friend's Guardian and is finally in open relationship with her ex-mentor Dimitri Belikov. After her last sacrifice everything seems normally, but is it? What troubles will she get into? Can Vasilisa 'Lissa' Dragomir control the darkness after their bond broke and what happened to Adrian after heartbrokenly conversation? Will her life ever be normal?

Disclaimer: I don't own anything! It all belongs to Richelle Mead.

Chapter 1

I woke up to a sound of Dimitri's breathing and feeling of his hot breath on my neck. His sleeping image is total opposite to his badass glory always with Guardian mask on, hiding his feelings.

Seeing him totally calm and neutral lying with me in our bed in our apartment on court brought a smile to my face.

''Stop staring at me,'' he suddenly said with his Russian accent very noticeable.

''I'm not staring.''

He opened his eyes and looked at me with small smile playing on his lips. ''That's not staring?''

''Nope. That's admiring,'' I clarified.

He laughed softly and held my hips. ''Come here, baby,'' he smiled rolling on top of me supporting himself with hands not to hurt me and my shoot wounds.

''I don't mind waking up to this.'' I grabbed his hair that fell over his face and tucked them behind his ear.

''Oh yeah? What about this?'' he kissed me softly on the lips. The kiss length few seconds and when he broke the kiss I couldn't help it and I groaned hungrily wanting more.

Dimitri chuckled and got off of me. ''Take a shower and I'll make a breakfast.''

''You got it boss,'' I replied and went to the bathroom.

After the shower I followed the smell to the kitchen and sat at the table admiring his way of … cooking.

''See something you like?'' he teased.

''Nope.'' Dimitri turned around with two plates of eggs and set them on the table. ''I see something I love.''

''Food or me?''

''Emm…'' I pretended to think for dramaticall effect. ''Both.'

After we ate I cleaned the table and he took the shower. Good thing he can cook because I simply stink at it. The closest I was to cooking was watching Christian cook back at school when I had field experience.

''I'm going to see Lissa!'' I yelled and stepped out of the room on the hallway.

I didn't see Lissa for quiet a time now ever since she was crowned. So, it makes it two days. Short but long. The day after I was shoot and when I lost the bond me and Lissa had, I was released from the hospital (much to my complaining and disliking hospitals on general) and yesterday I was resting with Dimitri at our apartment we call home now. It's big (Lissa insisted to buy it as a gift) and has everything we need.

''Lissa!'' I called and walked to her office, which is in her big apartment, not bothering to knock or make an appointment, but I probably should since she is queen and all.

All of her six Guardians turned to me ready for any threat. Although if you ask me murders, especially Strigois, wouldn't care with calling name before they attack. But I'm not suing them – I'm just saying.

''Don't shoot. I might not be able to heal myself,'' I joked.

''Rose!'' Lissa, our new queen, screamed and threw herself at me with all force.

''Ouch, Liss. Careful please, still a little sore here.''

She released me and closed her mouth with a hand.

''Oh my God! I'm sorry. Are you alright?''

''Don't worry. Noting I can't handle,'' I smiled.

''That reminds me: Congratulation, my queen,'' I bowed.

Her face was red and she was not far away from outburst.

''Anything I can do for you, my queen?'' I emphasized her new title.

''Don't dare to do this again.''

''If you know me you know I will.''

''Fuck you Rose!'' she cursed. ''Oops, you didn't hear this,'' she apologized to Guardians around the room. They nodded, but their Guardian mask couldn't hide amusement.

''Whatever, Liss. Cursing is fun and I have my own Russian to do that,'' I winked. ''Although thanks to that fucking shoot he wouldn't so screw everything. But if you ask me, I'm perfectly fine. Never better. Okay, too much information.''

Lissa laughed. ''Same old Rose.'' I was never babbling, to say at first and I was never open. So her statement might be little wrong.

''Where is Pyro?'' I asked ignoring her.

''Pyro is right here,'' Christian said and walked over to Lissa giving her a kiss.

I pretended to puke. ''Oh my God! I'm so sorry! Good morning, Lord Ozera,'' I greeted with a bow the same way I did to Lissa.

He glared at me. ''Don't glare, your face is too pretty.''

Then I became serious. ''How are you?'' I asked concerned.

''Oh just same old. Everyone hates me and my so called family betrayed me. Yippe, what's better?'' he said with sarcasm.

''Don't worry. My mother never gave a second thought about me and I never knew my father. Now that we are so-so good they are threatening to kill my boyfriends. Now tell me what's better than that,'' I said back with just as much sarcasm as he used.

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''Dimitri!'' I yelled when I came back in our apartment.

''In the bedroom!''

I smiled knowing about all things we could do there.

''Hey honey,'' I kissed him quickly.

He grinned back. ''Hey. How was at Lissa?''

''Cool. She's got a lot of work and Christian is a little depressed about Tas- … previous incidents.'' His eyes darkened and he was looking out of the window somewhere far away.

''I can imagine it.''

''Yeah… It must be really hard for him. First his parent and now his aunt.''

''Mhm.'' This conversation isn't going anywhere. Change the topic!

''Your birthday is coming.''

''How do you know?'' he asked slightly surprised. Well, I was acting to be famous detective Sherlock and while I had to do paper work after I broke into prison for you, I kind of looked in your documents.

Instead of this, I said: ''I have connections.''

Now I just have to think of his birthday present.

A new duster? No, he has enough of them.

Western novels. Emm.. I'll think about it.

What about –

''What are you thinking of?'' he eyed me.

''Umm…nothing.'''

He gave me the like-I-am-going-to-believe-you look. ''No presents.''

Sure. None.

Rewiev and let me know if should I continue?
xoxo, Jessica Belikov