John kept shaking her when she finally opened her eyes wide, as if she just had a nightmare.

"I should teach you how to use your powers." He said, his voice preoccupied, his gaze set on the bruise on her neck that was slowly fading away.

"My powers?" She asked, touching her neck and still confused about what she just experienced.

"Yes. I told you since the first day we met that you're not human and I guess it's time to find out what you truly are." He commented. From his voice, she noticed that his preoccupied tone amplified.

"But I don't have powers or red eyes and I..." she complained her voice was broken and tired. She looked pale, probably both for the tiredness and to have learned such destabilizing news.

"I will be there with you. I won't let anyone hurt you." He tried to reassure her with a gentle, supportive smile. Roselyn wondered what happened to him, why suddenly he was nice to her.

"Why are you nice to me now?" She vociferated her thoughts. She wasn't the type to keep her doubts to herself as she knew very well how her overthinking would lead her to take instinctive dangerous choices.

He took a long breath and sat on the edge of the bed. "Because I understood how much I care for you just when I risked losing you. I didn't want to admit it to myself before." His voice sounded honest and Roselyn decided to believe it and not dig into it furthermore as they had already a lot to think of.

"Why do you say I might be a supernatural creature?" She asked, trying to sound less worried than she was.

"Because you linked with me earlier and now with the murder of my father. Only supernatural creatures can do that and require them years of practice and strength." He explained. He glanced down at her hand and wrapped his fingers around hers.

"But I didn't practice..." she added, trying to put pieces together and understand how she could be inhuman since she had never experienced any odd event in her life.

"Indeed, that proves that you're more powerful than you can imagine."

Was that positive or negative? Was she immortal? Did she have more powers that she hadn't discovered yet? So many questions filled her mind, giving her a headache.

"Don't worry. I will be there for you." He reassured her, deciphering the preoccupations in her eyes.

She limited herself to nod. He leaned closer to her and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Sleep now. You had a very tiring day." He suggested his voice was soft. She ignored the desire of kissing him and smiled instead. Still unsure of what they were now.

"Good night." She murmured in a breath and watched him walk away. He turned around one more time to smile before closing the door behind him.

He walked toward the first maid he saw. "you shall monitor each movement she does. The first noise you hear you have to walk inside and check if everything is alright." He ordered. His gaze was severe and his voice was harsh.

"That means I won't sleep?" The maid dared to ask but the foul gaze he gave her made her bowl down and nod, "sure, your highness." She changed her approach and took a breath of relief seeing the King walk away.

Jake followed the King into his room and locked the door.

"Why are you nervous?" He asked, but John gestured as if he didn't want to talk.

"Do you think she could be dangerous?" He added, receiving a glance from his friend.

"Not as dangerous as the creature out there who kidnapped her. Why am I nervous? Can't you say why yourself?" He spat as he felt his blood boiled up in anger.

"I know. But you have to keep your nerve. We can still get him and I promise we will."

John nodded, taking a breath and trying to recompose himself.

"I hate seeing people I love getting hurt because of me." He admitted his tone of voice cause Jake's lips to curve down as he felt genuinely sorry.

"Roselyn won't get hurt. I promise." His friend said he was not used to seeing him that vulnerable but all he could do was reassure him and remind him he was there for him.

"Thank you," John said as his lips curved up slightly.

After a few minutes, both Roselyn and John fall into a deep sleep, as they both were exhausted.

Odd dreams disturbed Roselyn's sleep. She had nightmares about witches and mystical creatures when waking up in fear and cold sweat, she would fall asleep once again. She had a new dream this time about John and her, involving intense activities.

Even her dreams were confused.

She woke up early in the morning and was feeling more tired than the previous evening. So she thought about asking for the maids to bring her breakfast in bed, but as soon as she opened the door a row of maids carrying every kind of food and drinks entered.

They stood in a row in front of her and a maid announced, seeing the puzzled look on the lady's face. "The King required us to bring you food. So you can decide what to eat and we will bring the rest of the food in the dining room."

"Oh..." Roselyn murmured, wondering if she was still dreaming or not.

"Chocolate pancakes and orange juice." Roselyn said, followed by a hasty "thank you" before they walked away.

The tray filled with pancakes and two glasses of juices was on her bedside table.

She smiled. He cared for her and was concerned about her health. Her heart increased at just the thought of him.

She took a long deep breath, trying to compose herself. She couldn't miss him already, could she?

"Oh my, what did I get myself into?" Roselyn thought to herself, shaking her head.