Roselyn rolled her eyes and took the flower he handed her. "Okay." She murmured. He took her by arm and speeded up reaching the castle.

When they entered they found all the maids doing their housework while guards and servants were near the door watching the area if someone would enter there.

They walked through the hall, quietly reaching the dining room. Food was already placed on the table, but few maids followed them anyway in case they needed something.

He lifted the chair, which usually stood on the opposite part of the table to bring it near to Roselyn. Maids rushed to place his dish and glasses in his new position.

The lady poured some red wine on her glass causing him to smile at her, "drinking wine?"

She suffocated a laugh and nodded. "I need an additional dose of energy after the tiring day." She explained.

"I see I see." He said, gazing at her taking sips from the glass. As she swallowed down that red liquid, she squinted her eyes at the sour taste she felt in her throat.

He laughed seeing her bizarre facial expression, he poured some water in the glass to lighten the taste and nodded, "try it now."

She took a small sip, before smiling in relief. "It tastes better now."

Roselyn helped herself by placing on her dish a steak and some vegetables on the side.

The portion of the meal he ate was double the side of Roselyn's meal and took him about few minutes to finish it.

She laughed, seeing him take another portion of meat.

"What is so funny?" He asked, raising his eyebrow, but she shook her head.

"You should eat more." He said, looking at the steak she had on her meal. She widened her eyes, hearing his suggestion. "I am not a vampire."

They both shared a laugh. After a few minutes, a maid entered. "A letter from Clayton Family." She said, handing an envelope to John.

He opened it and found an invitation to have lunch with their family. Roselyn frowned, reading the paper as she felt weird reading a letter from her family but at the same time not feeling like she belonged to that family anymore.

"Do you want to go?" He asked his lady, and she nodded.

"It's a kind gesture of them to invite us the day before their marriage," John commented. His expression was trying to read what Roselyn really thought about it.

"It is. I hope Sharon is happy to see me." She revealed the reason behind her concern, and he sighed.

"Even if she is not. It's not your problem but hers."

Roselyn nodded, but deeply down she felt guilty for what she did to her.

**

In the wood that Roselyn brought back to life just for few seconds before being completely torn apart from John, walked a man.

The dry plants cracked as he stepped on them. John's brother gazed down when he glanced a green spot coming from the soil. His eyebrow frowned as he bent over.

It was the stem of a flower, and it was alive.

He picked it up and analyzed it. He didn't see a flower alive in those dried woods for centuries. Something must have happened.

He sniffed around the area when a familiar smell was perceived. It was his brother's and Roselyn's smell.

They must have been there.

Thinking about the lady he kidnapped, he recaller she was emanating an odd smell, and she seemed to have an invisible shield that prevented supernatural creatures to read her emotions.

The thought never occurred to his mind, as all his focus was mainly on his brother and getting the revenge he deserved. But now that he remembered he could figure out that something in her was odd. What if she is a supernatural creature?

He smirked. His nature provided him with the privilege of absorbing part of the powers of the creatures he kills. That was the reason why he was so powerful and fast.

By killing her he would achieve two purposes in his life, hurting his brother and becoming even stronger. It seemed like life was finally smiling at him.

With his speediness, he reached the Royal Castle and watched from the window John and Roselyn sitting on the table and enjoying their food. They seemed so happy.

"She must mean a lot to you," He whispered as his eyebrows knitted down in a glow. He hated to see him happy.

***

Roselyn felt a shiver ran through her arm, she turned around suddenly but she saw nothing. She frowned and her gaze moved to John. "Someone is watching us. I can feel it."

Guards hearing her rushed outside to explore the surroundings.

"Stay here," he commanded, disappearing a second after. She nodded, anxiety caused her mouth to dry up, and she was having difficulties swallowing down.

She couldn't stay immobile and alone in that room knowing someone was watching her.

Considering the way the wind was blowing, she figured it could be the same person who kidnapped her. It was not the best thing to do for her to get near to him, knowing he was linked to death and she could be discovered easily.

However, that concern didn't worry her enough as she ran outside to look for John.

"John!" She screamed, gazing around trying to spot him.

"Where are you?" Her yell was loud, but she received no answer.

Preoccupied, she took the decision to follow the pathway, in which the wind blew impetuously.

She took a long breath and ran toward it when she felt a strong huge hand gripping her arm causing her to abruptly stop her run.