Arriving at her room she immediately slipped out of the dress, "bring it to him." She ordered sniffing, handing the dress to Caroline, the young maid who tried to get her side earlier. "I am sorry." She murmured, but Roselyn ignored her. She didn't need them to be sorry, she needed them before to help her and warn her.

She fell into a trap that was set purposely to hurt her and get John mad at her just when they were finally getting close and earning each other's trust. She saw the snooty face of the old maid peeping from the door and she narrowed her eyes, "I hope you are happy now." Her voice was barely undesirable from the soft tone of voice due to the crying. She wiped off her tears and cursed internally seeing the woman proudly smirk.

"I am happy. I thought you were stronger, kinda disappointed for your fragile soul." The maid said, her voice echoed toward the room. She hinted a cruel smile, "I thought you would last more. However it's not your fault, I guess he doesn't care much, after all." With this dry remark, she snapped the last bit of patience Roselyn's had, who stand up from the floor on which she was sat to prepare her suitcase.

She headed back to the King's room totally forgetting that she was not wearing a suitable dress, she was dressed in a light robe. When she realized it, feeling the shivers and the air blowing against her thin almost transparent fabric it was too late to come back. She wouldn't do it anyway, if she was the old maid's face once more she would fear to do something she would later regret.

She knocked on the King's room door and took a long breath to make sure to gather all the courage left in her body. Nobody ever dared to yell at her the way he did, he seemed so angry that he streaked fear and awe in her letting her unable to react.

Now she understood why the maids were scared, only God knew what he was able to do when he was that mad.

The King opened the door, his face was still tensed from the anger and when he saw her he knitted down his eyebrows. "What are you doing still here?" He questioned, his voice was altered.

"Before leaving I have to take something out of my chess. By doing so I have to explain to you what happened." Her voice came out as a squeak, her hands shook.

He furrowed his forehead, but before he could say anything she continued, "Firstly, I didn't know I couldn't enter that room. A maid asked me if I wanted to pick the dress myself so I accepted and she brought me there. Secondly, It is not my fault if .." Her voice raised as she gained confidence and courage.

He irregularly moved his hand, like if the sound of her voice annoyed him, "I don't care. I want you out. I don't want to hear your excuses, you acted behind my back. It was part of the agreement to come to me before you take any important decision."

He said in all his frankness, then gestured toward the door to push her to get out of his way.

"How could I possibly imagine that something a maid told me was wrong and was going to hurt you? She didn't like me from the beginning and now she achieved her objective. I hope you are happy."

Her words tumbled out of her mouth, she unconsciously leaned closed to him as her voice raised. He nonchalantly nodded, "I will be." His broken voice betrayed his words revealing the discrepancy in his real feelings.

Roselyn gave up and walked away, she couldn't do more than explain to him what happened. If he didn't want to see what he had right under his nose, it was not her fault. She felt a weird feeling pounding inside her breast and her stomach was in knots.

She went to her room and zipped the full and prepared suitcase. The younger maid who told her she was sorry went to help her to wear her dress. She offered a supportive smile, that kind of smile you give to someone you don't know to make them feel better without having the courage to ask how they are.

Roselyn smiled back, she didn't feel like asking her why she didn't warn her even though her mind was drifting in that direction.

"I tried to stop her, she targeted you and would do anything to get you out of here." The maid confessed gasping. Roselyn gave her a pleading gaze, "it doesn't matter anymore. I tried to explain him but he seemed emotionally distant and he didn't seem to care about forgiving me." She vocalized her considerations and stepped out of the room pulling the suitcase. From the threshold she gave a last gaze to the room before closing the door, even if it lasted short she enjoyed that place and the life she had the honor to conduct there.

Then she went to turn over to admire the remaining part of the house for some minutes, the maid placed a hand on her shoulder, "I believed in you. And I still do." Caroline offered the truest smile, looking up to her from her short stature.

Roselyn covered her hand with her own returning the gentle smile.

"What a moving scene." The older maid said in a sharp voice clapping her hand and giggling "Must be sad to see the only source of happiness in someone's else defeats." Roselyn spat, her voice was resentfulness for the women who ruined her settlement there.

The maid smiled as those words didn't touch her, "I am happy because you lost and I won. Now the Kingdom can finally have someone worthier rather than a plain girl with no purposes in life."

"How dare you?" Roselyn walked toward her in a rush walk, "How dare you to judge me when you barely know me?" She knitted her eyebrows, her eyes narrowed and her blood boiled up.