Before she could fall into a rushed temptation, he cleared her voice, gazing at his hand. He removed his hand from her cheek and placed it back on the table, taking another bit of the cake with the spoon Roselyn earlier used. The thought of his mouth touching the spoon she ate from remembered her the first time their lips met. A thrill run through her spin, mixed emotions she felt, concerning her about that feeling she felt and simultaneously tried to keep her grounded.

Her heart raced up and she could feel it through her chess, concerned he would hear it and eventually understand her impure thoughts. She unconsciously recoiled in her chair.

His eyes narrowed, drawing his eyebrows together, looking at her, confused. "Do I smell?" He asked sarcastically. Maybe if he did, it would be easier for her to be less attracted to him. Maybe the reason she was attracted to him that deeply was because he was the only man she shared so much time with.

"I was thinking..." she had to force herself to find the courage to vocalize the thoughts.

"Maybe I could meet someone..." she said, surprising both him and herself.

"I mean someone to keep me company." she rectified, feeling suddenly embarrassed.

If that was what she had to do to get her free from her feelings, then it was a risk she could take.

"Oh, why did you change your mind?" he asked

Roselyn took few seconds to think about a decent answer and then she replied, "I just want to... Experiment. I am curious about how it might feel..." her cheeks heated, blushing.

"Okay, what's your type?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and tingling his head in curiosity.

She scratched her head, pursing her lips. Apparently, all she knew was that he was the first one she felt attracted to.

"Brown hair, tall.. br..." she stopped before finishing the description, realizing she was indeed describing his physical appearance.

"Muscled and ..blue eyes." She nodded to confirm the new description.

"For a second I thought you were describing me." He said, smirking and pulling his hair behind.

"Don't flatter yourself." She giggled, sounding fortunately sincere.

"I will send your guy on Monday, as tomorrow is our trip day." He announced, and she nodded to reply. She felt regretting her decision and worrying about the consequences, but now it was too late to take it back.

"One last slice?" He asked, gesturing at the cake.

Roselyn couldn't stifle a smile, so she sat down again.

He took a piece of the slice of cake and slowly leaned close to reach her mouth with the spoon. He placed his hand on her knee to hold on something as he stretched his arm. She opened her mouth and their eyes met while she ate the food through his spoon.

By taking the bite, she stained the corner of her lips. Noticing her funny appearance, he laughed at the spot, which seemed like a mole on her face.

"What at you laughing at?" Roselyn asked. She could feel her cheeks become redder not liking when people laughed at her.

"Wait." He said and leaned even closer. He wiped with a gentle delicate touch the chocolate away from her face.

"Perfect," he said after cleaning her face. She smiled, "thank you. I shall go now.". She stood up and headed toward the door with a firm, slow walk.

"Thank you, Rose." She heard his smoothy voice before closing the door behind her.

The blond maid reached her "what happened?" She asked and Roselyn shook her head, recalling about the way he looked at her and how his touch felt on her leg. Before her mind could go further to take an embarrassing turn, she massaged her head. Her face turned sour.

"Oh.." the maid whispered, noticing her embarrassment.

"I asked him to meet someone... to satisfy my curiosity about ... certain special activities." She said, and the maid dropped her jaw, covering her mouth with her hand. "Why?" She asked, opening wide her eyes.

Roselyn looked around and grabbed the maid by her arm to push her closer, "because I am worried about the way I..." she took a long breath to prepare herself emotionally to hear her admit it to herself, "the way I feel toward him." She sighed after her declaration.

Her maid's eyes widened even more. "Oh my! I knew you were starting to like him."

Roselyn gestured with her hand. "I just realized that the way I feel is straightly correlated to the fact I've met no one else as ... charming as him. So maybe if I met someone else just as much as desirable I can stop feeling the way I do." She said, trying to mask the fact she was barely believing her conclusion herself.

"This is not how it works." The maid commented, checking the surroundings. She waited few maids to pass by them and then she talked, "you can't do it."

"I can have enjoy entertainment." Roselyn said, bending in a shrug.

If she had a coin for every hasty decision she took at this time, she would be a millionaire.

Seeing the even more shocked gaze of the maid, she rolled her eyes. "I just want to spend time with this new guy and see if I feel the same way."

She took a long breath, covering her chest with her hand. "I need to reassure myself I am not catching feelings for him." hearing herself being honest about her concerns, she felt more embarrassed and guilty than she expected.

The maid didn't know what to say. Her preoccupations become real, and the more she thought about the lady's resolution the more it seemed too risky and wrong to her.

"Please don't do it." The maid breathed out in resignation.

"I will think about it." She replied and gave a friendly gaze after walking into her room.

The young girl was worried for the lady, she had seen so many ladies destroy themself loving him and she didn't want the past to repeat itself.

Pushed by a courage she didn't even know she had, she decided to go to talk to the King.

Even tho her feet were asking for mercy after all the walking during the day, she walked back to the opposite side of the castle and reached his room.

She hesitated for some instants, tapping with her pumps onto the floor and rubbing hands together for the anxiousness.

She motivated herself mentally and finally knocked on the door.

He opened it, smiling, but when he saw the maid, his smile faded and his eyebrows frowned, confused. He didn't expect to find her there.

After bowing down, she cleared her voice and tried to fight her fear that was begging her to lower her gaze.

"I ..." she stuttered. She cleared her voice. After taking a breath, she reformulated her saying, "I came here to talk to you."

His face was even more puzzled. Maids barely dared to knock on his door and if they did, they usually were the oldest ones who had more familiarity with the house.

He was not even used to hear that maid's voice, he only heard her talk on rare occasions and just to respond to his request or to murmur "good morning, your highness."

"About what?" He asked out of curiosity and slightly irritated by her lack of manners.

"About Roselyn."