Roselyn entered in her room and sat at the edge of her bed to take a long breath, she knew she couldn't change who he was yet she hoped he would think twice before committing murders. Tomorrow she had to try on the most exquisite dresses for her marriage. Before that day, only positive feelings were linked to the thought of finally marrying John but now she was feeling uncertain.

Her incertitude was not for the way she felt for him, but it was because their love story wasn't as perfect as she imagined it to be, not even close. The lady even wondered if she will be strong enough to stand beside him and watch him do those things.

The couple remained all the day in their respective rooms, none of them dared to talk to the other.

John was burning repressing the urge go to her and talk. He let his anger get the best of him by killing his uncle, but Roselyn didn't know all the things he had to go throught. She didn't know how it felt like seeing all the people you care about die in front of you or because of you.

John rested his head against his arm, wishing he could bring back time and resist before killing his victim, but the anger and evilness he had inside was too uncontrollable. That was also the reason he was scared to get intimate with her, what if he may hurt her? His manners were not the most delicated and he knew she'd never had her first time so it may hurt her even more for that.

Only God knew how much he wanted to lie her under his massive body and have her moan out his name all the night and make her his and his only. Just the imagine of caressing her naked smooth skin made his senses squirming while his eyes widened.

Will he be able to contain himself the day things will get heated between them?

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Roselyn woke up tired, she didn't sleep well, having nightmares all the night and waking up in fear. In her nightmares she relived multiple times the scene of John killing that person.

She let the maids enter in the room to help her get dressed as the usual. That day, the lady was quieter than usual it seemed like something was crossing her mind and she was thinking of many things at the same time preventing her to focus on her real life.

Roselyn walked toward the dining room to find King John already there. "Good morning," he said smiling shyly. She returned the smile and stared at him for some seconds before she went to sit to have breakfast.

She drank some tea, she didn't feel like eating much since her stomach was still upset after the disturbed night.

"Are you ready to try the dress?" John asked, while he ate his usual meat while drinking some wine.

"I am," Roselyn replied, sipping some tea.

John nodded hearing her reply and silence fell once again upon them. Tension was palpable, even the maids perceived the odd atmosphere and decided to walk outiside, to give them more privacy.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked, leading Roselyn to wiggle her nose.

"Not quite, I had some nightmares. What about you?" she asked, gazing at him from afar.

"Many thoughts disturbed my sleep." He admitted in a raspy voice. Roselyn felt slightly relieved, if he didn't have a good night it probably meant he cared for her and he regretted what he had done.

"I'm sorry. What kind of thoughts?" she asked, quite curious, while she poured more tea in her cup.

"Thoughts about a certain lady..." He said, with a glimpse of sarcasm in his tone of voice hinting a smirk.

"We are going to marry and you're already thinking about another lady?" She questioned, raising her eyebrows and stifling a smile.

"I'm sorry but that lady really messed with my mind and now there is no day my reckless mind doesn't think of her." John shrugged, before taking a long breath.

A smile escaped from her lips, but she cleared her voice to pretend to sound angry. "What is so special about this lady?"

John sipped from his glass and took a brief pause before replying, "where shall I begin?" he finally smiled. "She is endlessly fascinating, and everything she has to say is a new perspective to my haunted mind. She is different from me in every possible way, yet the things we share conquered but mostly she is resilient and I hope it will always remain like this despite our hindraces."

Roselyn smiled, and when he saw the genuine smile John did the same. He then stood up and reached her side of the table, he kneeled down to take her hand.

"Whatever will happen, I am forever thankful for having met you. I know I am not the perfect man for you, but I promise I will try to change for you." His tone of voice was low yet honest.

She glanced down at him and caressed his cheek with her hand. Imagines of him committing the homicide, intruded into her mind and she had to shut her eyes squeezing them abruptly to drive those vision away.

When Roselyn opened her eyes, she saw John with a desolated smile probably sorry he was provoking her all that pain. "I feel the same way. We have to put effort simultanesly if we want to make it work," she hissed and he nodded.

"I will try my best to become the best version I can be for you," he murmured leaning closer to her face and rubed his nose against her nose in a gently softly way as the locked they eyes.

Roselyn leaned closer and kissed him. He licked her bottom lip for entrance and she felt him slightly stick his tongue inside. Before she could proceed a rational thought she did the same and in fraction of a second their tongues brushed against each other.

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Song suggestion: "13 Beaches" by Lana Del Rey.

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