When Roselyn wake up, just like usual she turned the lights on and few maids walked in. "Good morning" one of them said proceeding on moving the curtains to let the light enter in her room. She was still in bed, she bit the inner side of her cheek trying not to complain for their bruptal entrance. She felt her eyes itchy and tired, she rubbed her eyes trying to recover from the sleep.

"It's five a.m milady." The blond maid said, raising her eyebrows as if she wanted to tell her something.

The old maid proceeded on removing her blankets, "a good Queen shall be the first one to wake up."

Roselyn tried not to roll her eyes or argue but instead she got up slowly. "Expecially when the King is not here." She continued scoffing, her words caught Roselyn's attention, reminding her of his weekend out.

Well, that meant that she had a whole castle at disposition and when the cat's away the mice will play. She smiled at the thought but the old's maid judgmental gaze reminded her about the presence of another cat in the castle.

The blond young maid smiled to her helping her by pulling the corset and zipping the dress.

Seeing the old lady busy with making her bed she whispered the friendly maid, "tell me the truth, the King gives you a double salary to tolerate her?"

The girl smiled lightly stifling a laugh, when the old maid turned around she raised her eyebrow "I wonder whom lady he visited." She whispered, her words were followed by the juxtaposition of her hand to cover her mouth. Roselyn ignored her provocation but the old lady didn't give up and continued, "or maybe he went in town to kill someone. He's a simple man, he does only two things, kill people and … entertain beautiful women."

She ignored her once again, not wanting to give her any satisfaction nor falling in her traps. But her words shook her anyway, letting her in the wonder if he had really killed someone before.

She shook her head, trying to expel all the negative thoughts and worries out of her mind.

"We shall head to the dining room and have breakfast, miss Roselyn?" the familiar voice of the blond maid sounded like a pleasuring melody to her ears coming for her help. She gave a light nod and headed to the dining room.

Like usual the table was filled with food that could feed at least a dozen of people, she helped herself pouring on her glass some orange juice and biting a slice of the mousse in front of her.

After finishing her satisfacting breakfast she waited for the maids to place the food back in the kitchen.

"King John recommended us to give you access to the best part of the castle, that one which is reserved to enjoyment." A maid said, waiting for her to stand up.

"Oh..." Roselyn nodded before she stood up, the maid began to walk to reach the bottom of the house. Then they walked down a stair and the maid opened a gold door, giving access to a breathtaking stunning view, was she still dreaming?

A room which seemed to be exactly from Egypt, fresh water flew from four jars into a clean calm swimming pool. Around it candles and candles provided the huge sauna with a soothing lighting. Surrounding the pool stand wooden blenches and fountains. As soon as she walked in she experienced the fragrance of the steam bath.

"Oh my..." words of amazement escaped from her lips and she gazed around to admire that heavenly room.

"I suggest you wait for an hour or two before getting into the water since you just had breakfast." The maid suggested.

"Yes, thank you. Do you know if he has books somewhere?" she asked, as she could use to read a bit.

She nodded, gesturing with her hand to follow her then they walked through the corridor reaching another gold surface door.

When the door opened she entered in a room which seemed the internal of a library, which collected hundreds of books of each kind, from most known writers to the last know ones. She was spoilt for choice. The day couldn't be going better, she thought as she smiled walking in.

•••

"The day couldn't get worse." John hit his head against frequently the wall clenching his teeth, "What does it mean he moved??" He spat, his eyes flashered in anger gazing at Jake.

"We will find him." His friend replied trying to reassure him.

He left the house ourposely at dawn just to organize a plan and reach his house.

'currently he's not at home, he will be back in few days, your higness.' the maid's words resonded into his mind and he could still feel the disappointment that immersed him when he learned his whole plain failed.

The wost thing was that as soon as he will be back and will receive the information of the King's visit from his maid he will surely understand his intentions and move away. Maybe he should have thought of a better plan rather then going to his house and kill him. It was plausible, indeed, he wasn't known for being rational, or reconsidering ten times before taking a decision and it showed.

"We have to get back in there, find a hoodie. Enlist a werewolf that from the hoodie's smell can bring us him." John said, as he toe tapped his feet nervously.

He received a nod from his squad, he pointed at the quiet one who usually preferred to be silent and took action. "You have to think of an excuse and let the maid give access to his room, then you can wear his shirt under your current one so that she won't see it when you leave." He suggested, moving his gaze on Jake, "Jake find a werewolf and bring him here.." He commanded.