Love Agreement With The King

Yet Roselyn kept gazing at him straight into his eyes, and she felt the need to finally ask him the question that had been harassing her since they had been together. She took a long breath before finally finding the courage to ask him. 

Roselyn knew that was a button she should've pressed since it either could be a hard truth to digest for her or could create a quarrel between the two of them. But she couldn't remain with the doubt for the rest of her life, "how…. How many women did you have?" 

John's eyes widened as he probably didn't expect she would ever ask such a thing and he wondered why all that sudden curiosity and what would change to her. 

"What does it matter? I have you now." That's all he managed to say but his reply didn't satisfy Roselyn's curiosity either did it calm her. On the contrary, it made her even more concerned and angry because that was implying that he would rather not answer than be honest about it.

"It does matter to me," Roselyn said causing an embarrassing silence to fall over both of them, John remained silent for few minutes before replying.

"Rose… I dated many women, humans and not, some of them even for years." He finally replied and despite her answer was obvious Roselyn still was hurt by it.

He took a long breath before continuing, "but now even ten years with them would be worth a second spent with you." 

Roselyn bent her head slightly down as she didn't fully believe him, John grabbed her chin and forced her to look straight at her in the eyes.

"What can I do to prove to you that you're the only woman for me and I love you like I never loved anyone else in my life?" John asked as he sighed.

Roselyn hinted at a smile but her gaze was still doubtful and slightly sad.

John leaned closer to her, "I married you, I confessed my feelings to you, I was willing to risk my life and my father's life just to get you back when Sharon tried to separate us." He whispered as he placed both his hands over Roselyn's cheeks and caressed her most gently.

"But you have to trust me." He concluded staring at his woman right into the eyes. 

"Can you do that?" he asked.

Roselyn nodded, "yes." She whispered receiving a huge smile from John.

"Good then," John said before leaning even closer to her, just a few inches far from each other.

"However," Roselyn pointed her finger toward him before he could kiss her. "If you ever try to betray me I will kill you since I now know how to use my powers!"

Roselyn folded her arms and nodded.

John giggled, "Is that a threat?" he asked in a modulated tone of voice.

"Maybe," Roselyn replied amusingly curving her eyebrows.

John wrapped her hands around Roselyn's neck, "you're the only one for me and you will always be the only one."

Roselyn sighed, "I believe you, I just feel my blood boil through my veins whenever I see some lady looking at you the same way I look at you." 

John slightly giggled, "you shouldn't focus on how girls look at me but on how I look at them and compare the way I look at them with the way I look at you."

 Roselyn couldn't ask for a better reply and she felt suddenly so silly for having questioned his intentions. She was lucky to have someone like him and he gave her all the demonstration she needed to believe his words. 

Maybe she should give up her distrust and fully dive into that relationship and stop being so insecure and jealous but it wasn't easy, especially when the man she was married to was from a high caste and was so charming.

"I will never leave you," John confirmed his words with a tight hug and Roselyn felt her heart-melting when she wrapped his hands around his hips and kept him close.

"I will never leave you either John," Roselyn whispered as he laid her head over his huge shoulder. 

They both remained embraced for so long that their bodies seemed to be melting into each other and assuming the shape of a new body as they embedded together perfectly. 

***

Abigail was squirming in the bed for so long and having so many nightmares that she began to have sweat colds and scream in her bed.

Victor woke up and tried to shake her but it seemed impossible to wake her up so he called her name screaming so aloud but again nothing could work.

Victor was worried for her baby, she couldn't risk bad efforts and every fright could be lethal for her pregnancy. 

"What can I do?" he began to walk nervously around the bed until he did what was the most obvious thing to do, to call Roselyn. 

Roselyn was a fairy and maybe she could successfully link with her and wake her up. 

His gaze traveled toward his wife whose face was as pale as the sheet of the bed she was laying on. Her lips became purple and in few seconds he disappeared to go find John and Roselyn and ask for their help.

After few minutes Roselyn arrived, but as soon as she entered the room where her sister was having nightmares she felt her head aching terribly and a black fog filled the room from where came voices. She revived all the images of the people she had killed, or she had seen death and did nothing to save them. 

"No!" Roselyn screamed, as soon as she took a step forward Abigail and the voices and the vision became even more persistent and terrific. 

Roselyn began to shake, "I can't…" she murmured.

It was like she was living the same scenes over and over and it was already a lot to digest having taken part in two wars, having to revision all the lives they took was too much for her.