"How dare you?" Roselyn walked toward her in a rush walk, "to judge me when you barely know me." She whispered reaching her and clenching her fists.

"Because I know enough to judge you." She replied pulling off a challenging smile.

"Enough!" The King's voice thundered in the room, they both turned over to face John's anger expression.

Silence fell in the room, amplifying the noise of his steps resounding on the marble floor as he reached them.

He gazed at the old maid, "I can't believe after all those years of service you would do something like that." His eyes moved toward Roselyn, "I am disappointed in both of you."

Roselyn who just saw a hint of hope, when he scolded the maid, he felt the familiar disrupting feeling in her stomach after he included her in the reprimand.

"I will give you both one last chance. But both of you have to earn my trust again." He stared at Roselyn straight into her eyes as if that statement was only reserved for her.

"Thank you," Roselyn said in an honest voice.

"Someone bring the food in my room now! I am starving." He shouted, his voice echoed in the room gathering the maids that were clearing the other rooms in the hall.

They all rushed to bring the food in his room and seeing his demands being listened to, he turned around to walk back, not even dignify her with a glance.

Roselyn began to pull her suitcase back into his room glad of the opportunity he gave her. She wondered how he changed his mind that quickly but she didn't complain. She just wanted to make him trust her again. Her head hurt, she felt like a rabbit in a fox's trap.

At least, to see the positive side of it, she knew who she shouldn't trust anymore and keep her guard on. That person was the same lady who was gazing at her with a sternly look from the opposite side of the room. What was she doing in her room?

Roselyn was too drain out and tired to argue with her and her arrogance now, she took a long breath, the maid walked by her and when she stepped in front of her a whisper came out his mouth. "He didn't kick you out. I suppose he cares for you more than I had expected." The maid said and restarted her walk to leave.

Roselyn laid down in her room and took another relief breath, she felt like she was suffocating and couldn't breathe properly due to the pounding sensation she had in her chest.

She cursed herself under her breath for her vice of trusting people so easily.

She felt her stomach growling, her sadness immediately left space for the feeling of hunger.

She gazed around and no maids were there so she decided to walk to the dining room on her own. With a bit of luck, she would find the right way in that immense castle and reach it before or later.

Indeed, it took her three wrong turns before she could find the correct way toward the dining room.

It was empty, all the pans were brought to the King's room where all the maids probably were. How she wished he was there with her, but he wasn't and she was feeling so lonely in a room so big all alone.

She sighed, remembering his words, she had to earn his trust back.

"Miss Roselyn. I will serve you in a minute." The blond maid noticed her presence while she was passing by the door and entered to head to the kitchen and grab the food, placing it on the table.

Roselyn felt quite sorry for her, it must be tiring to run all day around the house to serve him and then her. "I can do it myself." She said offering the kindest smile. "Sit down, " Roselyn added, receiving a puzzled glance from the short-haired maid.

"Don't worry milady," she whispered beginning her familiar infinite run toward the kitchen and back in the dining room to fill the table.

"I insist." Roselyn's voice raised and the maid immediately paused, she seemed to be willing to whisper something but changed her mind and sat down.

She rested massaging her knees, "please have some food." Roselyn suggested pushing her dish in front of the maid whose gestured with her finger to reject her nice offer, "this food will be enough for both of us." She kept accosting near the maid some food.

The blonde girl gave her a shy glance, waiting for the last approval which arrived when Roselyn nodded smiling. She finally grabbed a pastry and ate it in one bite.

"How old are you?" Roselyn smiled at her impetuosity.

"20" She replied, taking a bite of a second pastry.

Roselyn's mouth dropped, she seemed older than that, she wondered if the Royal Family ever worried about the maids' ages before hiring them.

Probably not.

"Why are you working here?" Another question was asked from Roselyn, then she helped herself and began to eat some steak.

"Because I have to send my money to my family, and the salary here is well paid." She confessed, her head is bowed toward the food.

"But you don't like it here." Roselyn alluded before she could stop herself. Hearing how she unconsciously vocalized her inner thoughts in spoken words she changed her approach, "I mean, it's a very demanding job for such a young girl."

She nodded, "it's better now... with you." She said in low voice staring at her for some seconds and smiling before dedicating her full attention back to food.

"With me?" Roselyn questioned, making sure she heard it right.

The maid gave a final bite then cleared her mouth.

She stood up to stretch her legs for some seconds and assumed her familiar composed position.

She nodded, "He is better since you're here." She whispered leaning her face close to her ear.

A genuine smile formed on Roselyn's lips, wondering whether she could investigate into the matter and ask her more. Her curiosity got the best of her, "why do you say so?"