Sharon lifted her eyebrow, "Do they have something to do about your leg?"

He nodded, leaning in as if he was concerned about someone hearing them when instead they were alone. "They both assaulted me. A poor man who was doing nothing bad beyond trying to be nice with the lady he loved."

Sharon's hand went to place on her breast, her eyebrow knitted down in an expression of grief.

"I am so sorry." She murmured, with his other hand she was caressing his shoulder.

His gaze became furious, "she hit me first. Then when he arrived he finished the job and knocked me out." He confessed gnashing his teeth.

She tensed all her facial muscles to stifle the smile that tickled her lips.

"At this point, I wonder if he hit you because he was pushed by his jealousy." She said trying to force a comprehensive face.

He cupped his chin with his hand in a thoughtful expression. "Or maybe he was just worried that someone would find out about their secret dating, he added, trying to come out with a reasonable option.

He also called to offer me a monetary prize to indulge me in forgetting about the damage he caused me." He admitted, Sharon shook her head.

"I am very sorry." She vociferated. "I will see you at the wedding then?" She asked. He nodded, accompanying her toward the door then opening it.

"Maybe we should keep this discussion we had...private." She murmured, after getting a nod she walked out.

Stepping back onto the carriage she finally relaxed her facial muscles to release the grin she had been trying to stifle the entire time. She found her secret and an ally to ruin her wedding. It was just a matter of time before they broke up and she could finally make her move.

While the carriage took a secondary street to head home it met Royal's carriage. From inside Roselyn recognized the familiar carriage and ordered to stop. She headed out to look who was inside, hoping she would find there her dearest friend: Kathy.

Sharon saw her sister's waving at her from outside so she scoffed forcing a plastic smile when she saw the King walk near her sister.

"Stop the carriage." She said and walked toward them offering a smile but cursing mentally.

She bowed down in front of the couple. Roselyn had a cheerful genuine smile on her face, "Hii! What are you doing around all alone?" She asked.

Sharon's gaze went to admire the King, his charming took his breath away for some instants then she replied, "just wanted to get some fresh air." Her gaze was set on John. "What about you, your highness?" She asked reserving all her attention to the King.

"We went to the silverware shop and then to the florist. Shopping for the wedding." He replied, smiling.

Sharon pursed her lips, her gaze moved to her sister who smiled. "I look forward to that day." She commented, bowing her head down and then stepping back onto her carriage.

"She is a woman of few words," John stated staring at her carriage took off. Roselyn gasped, "I hope she will forgive me one day."

Rose didn't expect her to jump for joy for meeting her, but she did expect more than few words, and her attention was barely dedicated to the King rather than her sister.

Receiving a confused gaze from John she explained herself: "She was the one who laid her eyes on you."

"Just like every other girl in town. But that doesn't justify her immaturity and incapability of moving on." He got back on the carriage, putting his hand under his head.

"I know." Roselyn sat near him and gasped, "I just feel like our agreement is going to hurt a lot of people."

The King gazed at her, he shrugged his shoulders. "Unless we won't be the ones to be hurt I don't care."

Roselyn let the matter drop and turned her head around to gaze out of the window wondering how he managed to be so cold and emotionless. Was it just pretending or was he like that? He seemed to hide many secrets but it wasn't her business to ask.

The carriage stopped and they both walked down, entering their residence.

Maids were scrubbing the floor so they walked on the uncleaned side.

"Roselyn, come in my room." He said, all the maids that were there stopped their cleaning to gaze at each other. One of them mouthed at the other, "he doesn't allow anyone to go in his room." The other replied: "I know".

Roselyn who heard them nodded to the King, her mouth dried. Her heart skipped a beat wondering what he wanted to do in his room.

The clause that didn't allow kissing unless for the special public occasion was already been broken, maybe he wanted to break the one about sexual activities too. Her concerns amplified the moment he opened the door of his room and closed it, locking it down after her entrance.

Her heart went to beat fast, she could hear it pulsing through her chest. He looked at her when a hinted smirk appeared on his face.

About earlier..." he said, Roselyn's eyes widened, "what?" she murmured all in a breath worried about the possible answers she could receive.

He leaned closer to her, "since you've never kissed before I suppose you haven't had sex either?" She swallowed the lump that formed down her throat and shook her head from side to side.

"Maybe I can show you how to do that too?" he asked with a glimpse of mischief in his voice.

Roselyn's eyes widened and she choked at just the thought of what he dared to ask.

"Em... I..." she stammered.

He walked toward his bed and laid on it.. He gazed at her from the bed, gesturing with his hands as he was inviting her to join him.