When Roselyn returned to the castle she was looking at John's brother with different eyes. She wasn't angry anymore, she was almost feeling sorry for him. Being rejected by his mother and calling him like that was probably the worst thing that could happen to a kid.

"I am sorry…" Roselyn said, hinting at a shy smile as she looked at John's brother.

The murdered looked at her with a questioning gaze but limited himself to nod, he highly doubted that anyone would feel sorry for him. When he had never received love or positive feelings, he began to believe that he didn't deserve affection or understanding so he doubted everything.

"Did you lose your mind?" John asked Rose with an almost scolding tone of voice.

"I have seen what happened to him, he isn't as bad as you think he is," Roselyn whispered leaning close to John's ear but he gestured like if he didn't want to hear any of that.

"You can't romanticize him now or feel pity for him Rose, he remains the person who killed my father." John tilted his head shocked, his voice was annoyed. How could Roselyn pretend he would forget what he did to him?

John cleared his voice to continue. "He may be in pain and disappointed but that doesn't forgive him for having committed my father's murder. I made a promise the day my father died and I won't break it just because of his problematic painful past." John's voice raised and he groaned when he met his brother's gaze.

"Let's proceed," Roselyn said, trying to focus the matter otherwise to calm them.

John gave a deep breath and then nodded, before glowering at his brother, "if you touch her, you're dead."

The brother completely ignored him before rolling his eyes.

Roselyn focused by closing her eyes, trying to think about William. She tried to picture when he died and the visions she had about him. She squeezed her eyes when the pain finally linked her to him. She felt a strong tight inside the torso and when she woke up she was in the wood where King William died.

John and his brother were hardly managing to keep their hands over Roselyn's one, the burning sensation was hard testing their capabilities of bearing the pain. Until flames of fire appeared on their hands burning their skin and they unconsciously lifted their hands breaking the connection. The fire disappeared and they understood it was just a vision.

"What did you do??" John asked his brother who narrowed his eyes and shrugged.

Roselyn had her eyes closed and was shaking her head while clenching her fists.

"Rose!" John called but Roselyn wasn't unable to hear him.

***

King William was laying on the ground unconscious, dark blood came out from his torso and Roselyn tried to walk toward him as quietly as possible.

She kneeled and slowly stretched her hand, her fingers were moving toward King's arm to touch him when suddenly leaves began to arise from the ground.

The trees that were dried slowly now came alive. She looked around, who was doing that?

A strong light hampered the sight and she had to cover her forehead with her arm to see through the blinding light.

The light was too intense that she couldn't keep her eyes open when a bright strong light surrounded her and impeded her eyesight.

When the light faded and Roselyn blinked few times, her sight was clear. King William wasn't laying on the ground anymore.

Roselyn's eyes cast down where the King earlier laid, she touched the ground and she saw for a fraction of a second the figure of someone picking him up and then disappearing.

When she returned to the castle her eyes were widened and his face was almost as pale as the wall behind her. She couldn't believe what she saw and she didn't know how to explain to John that his father may be alive.

She swallowed hard but the lump on her throat was still heavy.

"Are you alright?" John asked but she quickly shook no with her head. She wasn't alright neither was she ready to give him that information. Not because she wasn't glad that his father was alive but because she knew he was able to do anything to find her and someone inside her was telling her that whoever kidnapped him didn't have good intentions at all.

"John…" she murmured, before swallowing down once again.

John was watching at her in silence wondering what she had discovered that would have shaken him that much.

"Your father… he… might be alive." Roselyn finally said. Even if her tone rang true John was taken aback by what he just heard, not fully believing it.

He saw him dying in his arms how could she state such a thing?

"It can't be." He breathed out, inwardly hoping that it was. His heart sank in his chest before accelerating in a fast run. He flinched away to look at his brother a questioning gaze on his face.

"I highly doubt he is. I poisoned him with one of the most lethal poison." John's brother said without resentment.

John tried to remain calm hearing what his brother had remarked with the calmest voice and an unreadable facial expression.

When his gaze met Roselyn all the anger disappeared and a shy smile curved his lips.

"I am glad you're okay." He commented taking a step closer to her and wrapping his arms around his neck in a graceful hug.

"We will go to ask the sage tomorrow, and see if he can help us," John whispered to her as his hand was caressing the back of her head while she laid sweetly on his shoulder.

John after few seconds of peace tilted his head to gaze at his brother, "he is also your father so if you want answers meet us tomorrow at 10 am in front of the castle's gate."

John's brother nodded and from the way his lips less than a millimeter curved up, Roselyn deduced he appreciated the gesture.. She smiled too, she was proud and glad that John would allow him to know more about their father.