"Roselyn!!"

"Roselyn!!"

When Ethan saw her he reached her as fast as he could and kneeled trying to shake her to wake her up from the ground, "who did this to you?"

Roselyn slowly opened her eyes, if he arrived one second later she would have probably died. He helped her to lift her shoulders. Roselyn's energies were low and she couldn't speak, all she did was hand him the written piece of wood and she slowly opened her mouth to mouth the name of John.

Ethan frowned, not fully understanding what that piece of wood meant, even reading the message didn't give him a clear idea but despite his concerns he speeded toward the castle after stacking the piece of wood inside his pants.

He entered the castle and his gaze traveled searching for John, when he finally spotted him inside his father's room sleeping over the little edge of the bed, the door was slightly opened and he snuck inside as quietly as possible.

"John." He whispered tapping over his shoulder, John opened his eyes, and when he saw his brother his eyebrows knitted down.

Ethan handed him the message Roselyn gave him and mouthed with his mouth "from Roselyn."

John's eyes sparkled and he quickly grabbed it, he turned the wood around and saw the words written with flowers. "the tulip's field." he murmured.

He stood up quickly but his brother stretched for his arm and nodded no, "she will probably be there later now when I saw her she didn't have many energies."

"Where was she?" John questioned he was too happy to hear she was fine and she wanted to see him that he didn't even wonder how Ethan found her.

"What are you discussing?" Sharon entered the room and opened the door widely, it crashed against the wall waking up William.

"whoops!" she covered her mouth with her hand pretending she didn't do it on purpose.

"Nobody," Ethan answered quickly, with his usual hoarse cold tone of voice, John hid the piece of wood behind her back and offered a smile as fake as hers.

"Did you sleep well?" John asked and Sharon's face enlightened hearing what he just asked, according to her if he asked how she slept it meant that he cared about her.

"Yes, thank you. How did you sleep dear?" was what Sharon asked.

He tilted his head glancing toward the little corner where he laid his head over to sleep. "not bad. I just am in pain for the not-so-comfortable position I slept in." He smiled, massaging the back of his neck.

Sharon returned the smile but she was truest than John's one, "you must have missed him a lot." She commented, sighing looking at John and his father.

John nodded, "I did. And I never give up on people I love."

Sharon's forehead creased as she caught a glimpse of mischievous in his voice but then ignored it, maybe she was just being paranoid.

"you're a good person, your highness," Sharon remarked caressing his right cheek.

King William lifted his back from the bed and gazed at his son, "I can't believe I am alive." He said, trying to sit from the lay position but John pushed him back, he didn't want him to make many efforts.

"Can we have some privacy?" John asked Sharon trying to sound as gentle as possible, Sharon nodded before turning around and leaving the room closing the door behind her.

John waited for her to leave the room and after few seconds he whispered. "Do you remember something of the day you had been saved?"

King William shook his head slowly, frowning his forehead trying to remember better, "I just remember there was her and maybe some other people. But I was too weak to keep my eyes open or to listen to what they were saying."

John cupped his chin and his face assumed a thoughtful expression, he nodded, "it looks weird. If they revived you just after few hours you died why would Sharon wait so much time before informing me." John massaged his head, the constant thinking caused him a strong headache and terrible dizziness.

"The only thing that matters is that I am alive and we can be together finally." William wrapped his hands around John's neck. He didn't understand John had all the reasons to be doubtful about the whole situation, yet John didn't want to tell him. He didn't want to worry his father now or tire him more.

"Sure, dad," John replied wrapping his hands tighter and melting in his embrace. When they departed they were both having misty eyes. They smiled at each other, they both weren't the men who usually got emotional easily but their love was so unconditional that they both would die for each other.

"Now I have to go," John stated, he got choked up so cleared his voice.

His father nodded, glancing at him smiling as he walked outside.

John reached his brother who was having fun crushing the little roaches that ran outside a fissure of the wall. John shook his head at that vision before leaning closer, "keep an eye on dad while I am gone."

Ethan nodded quietly and John walked toward the door, checking to see if Sharon was nearby and when he didn't see her around he quietly opened the door and snuck out.

He speeded toward the field they first kissed he was smiling just at the idea to see her there. It seemed like it had been years since he didn't see her.

There she was, from behind, her hair softly brushed by the wind and right in that second she turned around and when she saw him a smile curved her lips. "John." She murmured.

But he speeded toward her and pushed her down the ground, the flowers softened the fall and Roselyn giggled seeing at how happy he seemed to see her after a while.

"Hi," he said, staring down at her lips trying not to kiss her. He knew it was too weird that she would leave him without even saying goodbye.

"Hi." Roselyn smiled, brushing her nose against his before leaning their forehead against each other.