Her face was pressed down the pillow of the bed that was creaking probably due to its oldness. Sun shove through the window shining upon Roselyn's eyes which turned of a honey color enlightened by the light.

The room was cold, and the air was stale as a result of not been visited for months probably even years, but yet the closeness with John's body made her feel warm up. Their eyes locked together, burning into each other by the passion and desire that they both had been repressing.

He tried to resist the temptation, but it was hard to resist when every inch of his body was calling her name. The more he inhaled her rose scent, the more his overwhelming urge to kiss her intensified.

But the fear was too much, he shut his eyes and detached himself, "we can't."

Roselyn blinked, a sigh escaped from her mouth. They couldn't risk making the same mistake Abigail already did.

"I know." Her voice was a sweet melody to his ears and just the sound of it sent shivers through his spine.

What was happening to him? Nobody had ever made him feel that way. He let out a deep sigh, there was no creature in the world that he feared more than he feared love. His eyes burst in agony, he was always the one who warned everyone about the dangerous risks that love and feelings provoked. He swore to himself that he wouldn't let anyone intrude in his life as he made sure the protection enfolding his heart was solid enough.

But despite this, the lady that laid right near him, silently walking on her tiptoes made her way to introduce inside his heart and before he could realize it she messed all his certainties and as strange as it may sound he felt a weird feeling as suddenly, for the first time in all his years of immortality he wanted to experiment the desire to let someone in.

She held her breath, not moving a fraction of an inch until he pulled away once again.

"Is something wrong?" She asked, her voice as always, revealed the way she felt. She sounded concerned to see him suddenly distant. Did she make something wrong?

"We should go now," he smiled. A little relieved she felt after having seen his smile. He stood up and stretched his head, she scoffed unwilling to stand up. After some instants, she took his hand and get up.

When they walked outside, a crowd of people gathered there. They were gossiping and wondering why the royal couple felt the urge to abruptly barge into an abandoned house.

Roselyn unconsciously paused her walk as she felt the heaviness of the curious impetuous gazes that people set on them.

John's senses perceived her uncomfortably, so he took a step in front of her to protect her and he stretched his hand toward the crowd.

"Depart please!" His voice thundered as he kept her hand tight.

"You should tell them why we are here before they create some petty gossip," Roselyn whispered to him.

He turned over to nod at her yes, acknowledging that maybe that was the good thing to do.

"I wanted to show her a house dear to my family." He explained. People gazed at each other's, probably unsure whether to believe him or not.

John scoffed, reading the mistrust in their gaze. "Don't you think that if we wanted to do something more private we would do it in our castle?" He rolled his eyes as he spat. Roselyn's eyes widened, she walked forward to intervene to his aid.

"His sense of humor is one of his best assets." She faked a laugh and fortunately, on people's faces formed a hinted smile. "We also wanted to visit the village to bring food to the poor people who reside here. He saw the chance to visit this house and we did."

She took another step forward. "If you excuse us now..." she said. The crowd parted and they found their way walking in the middle of the path people created. While they passed people kept their straight gaze on them.

The couple stepped on the carriage, as soon as they accommodated John ordered to take off.

"I am sorry. I forget how intrusive people can be." He apologized irritated.

"It's not your fault," Roselyn reassured him.

She took a long breath, her eyes flashed when she smiled. "We should focus on more important things. For instance, our marriage's date."

John's gaze which was directed outside the window traveled back to her to raise an eyebrow.

"Tomorrow Abigail will marry so we can set a date for the forthcoming weeks... unless you've changed your mind."

"Do you have any plans for Friday?" He asked smiling.

"Friday? But we have to organize everything!" Roselyn exclaimed. Friday was in few days and although they already purchased most of the necessities she still felt worried.

Invites had to be sent and a major obstacle they had to take care of before the wedding. The obstacle was a man of flesh and blood named David.

"We have to ensure Lord David won't cause us any problems," Roselyn suggested.

"I will send my friends to pay him a courtesy visit."

"I don't want him to be critically injured." She sighed, doubting the intentions of his friends.

"Don't worry about that. You have to reserve your thoughts on the dress." He replied as he smiled, his mind drifted and wondered how magnificent she would look that day. His heart raced up, and a weird sensation was disrupted in his stomach.

The dress! Roselyn dabbed her mouth. She didn't have a dress. How could she find a dress in less than few days?

Desperation in her eyes. He giggled whilst he rolled his eyes. "You can visit the bridal shop tomorrow and ask Kathy to accompany you." He suggested. The preoccupation in her gaze faded realizing he found a solution to her problem.

"Friday! All done then!" She exclaimed.

After all this time, they were finally going to marry. She couldn't believe it.. Everything was going in the right direction, and finally, she seemed to have reached the joy she had been pursuing for years.