Rosangela: The Runaway Princess (Book #2)

I and my father migrated from the Bloodrose Pack’s territory to Spain. Why Spain? Because Dad told me that one place he and Mom would really like to visit was Spain. Unfortunately, my mother had to die before they could get a chance to go there.

Dad and I wanted to make my mom’s wish come true. Even though she wasn’t here with us now, but I was sure she would be happy if she knew that we were going to move to Spain, the place she always dreamt of.

My father bought a house in the urbanization Vallefresnos of Guadarrama. Guadarrama is a town and municipality in the Cuenca del Guadarrama comarca, in the Community of Madrid, Spain.

Situated the near the Sierra del Guadarrama, or the mountains of Guadarrama, the town has a cool climate. And we thought that the unpolluted and fresh air of the mountains was good for our health.

After a forty-seven-minutes drive from the metropolitan area of Madrid, we finally arrived at our new house. This property was fenced with iron railings.The gate bolted on the inside.

Dad got out of the car. He unbolted the gate and pushed it open, revealing a detached house with a wide yard in front of it. The yard was overgrown with weeds and pale yellow flowers. There were also some trees here. September had come, therefore, the leaves were already turning brown, and most of the leaves were also starting to fall.

My father returned to the car, and then drove through the gate. Afterwards, the car began to roll down the driveway which was formed from large pebbles set in concrete.

The driveway forked a few meters after the gate. The right-hand track descended towards an underground garage with space for two cars. While the left-hand path led to the front of the house.

Dad parked the car in front of the house, and we hopped out straight away. While my father was pulling our suitcases out of the trunk, I stared at our new home. It was a single-storey house with a flight of stone steps up to a large porch facing west. The roof sloped steeply down over the sides. The lower walls of the house were built of stone. Meanwhile, the upper walls were made of brick.

The front of the house had two oversized picture windows next to the front door, and a sash window nearby the stairway. There was also a casement window at the side of the house. All the windows were fitted with bars and were covered by golden brocade curtains.

“What do you think?” Dad asked for my opinion.

I turned to look at my father and saw him approaching me, bringing two suitcases. One of them was his and the other was mine.

“It’s beautiful. I love it, Dad,” I replied with a smile.

Dad returned my smile. “I’m glad you like our new house. Let’s come inside now, shall we?”

I nodded my head.

My father gave me my suitcase. After that, we walked towards the house and climbed the steps, dragging our suitcases behind. We sauntered across the porch and stopped before the front door. Dad unlocked the door, then we entered the house, and finally walked into an impressive hall of entrance.

My eyes swept around the house. The interior of this house was painted in soft pastels. It blended well with the white high ceilings, and the shiny hardwood floors.

To the left, there was a cozy living room with fireplace, a set of sofas and chairs surrounding a coffee table, customized bookcases, and entertainment armoire which was used to house a TV set. Beside the living room was the dining room area with a dining table and six chairs.

In the center, there were kitchen, pantry and toilet. The kitchen had a high ceiling that was painted white, white tiled walls, and polished hardwood floors. The room had been fitted out with custom white lacquer cabinetry with a sink and high end stainless steel appliances including a stove, a microwave, a refrigerator, and a dishwasher. The pantry was used for storing our food supplies. The toilet was small. It contained a washbasin with a mirror and a toilet. Dad said that the toilet was for guests to use.

On the right were four large bedrooms and a family bathroom. Dad told me that each bedroom was furnished with a bed in various range of sizes and types, such as: king-size bed, queen-size bed, single-bed, and twin bed; a bedside table, a built-in wardrobe, and a dressing table. Because there were only the two of us in this house, Dad decided to convert one of these bedrooms into his study.

The bathroom was spacious and very clean. It had white tiled walls and marble floors. The room consisted of a bathtub, a shower cubicle complete with a shower curtain, a vanity with a double sink, and a toilet.

At the back of the house, there was a door leading to the basement with storage room and laundry area. The basement also had a door that led to the garage.

My father showed me my bedroom. The bedroom walls wer pink and the ceiling white just like how I loved it. A single bed was placed against the wall by the door. Next to the bed was a bedside table with a table lamp and a digital clock. On the opposite side of the bed, there was a dressing table. Beside it was a fitted wardrobe with double doors. In this room, there was a casement window with pink velvet curtains overlooking the backyard. The window in my bedroom was also barred.

“You’d better get some rest now! You must be tired after our long journey, right?” Dad suggested.

With a nod and a smile, I replied, “Okay, Dad.”

“I’ll be in my room if you need anything. My bedroom is next to yours,” Dad said.

“I got it,” I said.

Without saying anything else, my father walked out of my bedroom.