The next morning they went to the kitchen together with every day but this time Roselyn didn't even want to talk to John at all, after last night and the things he did, Roselyn could barely look at him in the eyes, he risked hurting her and that only for? Revenge? Roselyn wondered, but the more she wondered the more she was sad and she was getting mad at both John and herself. She was also mad at herself because she has proven to him she couldn't bear to do it while the other women did so in her paranoid mind it was like she gave proof she was not enough for him that thought made Roselyn even more frustrated.

John on the other hand was only mad, well more precisely he was furious and enraged because after warning Roselyn so much she still dared to push him to let his bestial side came out. He would never want her to see him like that and he was also surprised as he didn't expect her to act so immaturely.

They both set their gaze on their respective meal not even meeting each other's gaze for a fraction of a second, the only noises that could be heard were the forks and the knives hitting the porcelain dishes.

Roselyn as soon as she finished her meal she whispered to the meal a shy thank you before she walked rushed to her room or better the guest room. It was the second night in a row they slept separately and Roselyn now gave up on the idea of the peace she had with him would be back anytime soon. She finally admitted to herself she was in a deep crisis with him and there was nothing she could do to improve the situation.

They both were in the wrong, maybe Roselyn overacted and exaggerated but John hurt her and Roselyn couldn't get over that easily even if she knew part of the major fault was hers for that impetuous hast gesture.

John was too proud to apologize to her and Roselyn was too hurt to be the first one to admit she was wrong. They both headed to their respective room and after so many months they seemed to be back to the first days they shared at the castle when John didn't even want to spend much time with her as he feared he would catch feelings.

Maybe their real problem was right there in their inability to apologize. Nonetheless, John soon apologized and tried to fix things and talk to her whenever they had a minimal problem but that time it was like the situation got totally over control.

Roselyn slammed the door close even if nobody could hear her since john already had reached his room and was probably withholding how angry she was.

A maid knocked over Roselyn's door and when Roselyn opened it she couldn't stop herself to frown her eyebrow and give her a glance of contempt.

The maid forced a smile, "John never introduced me to you… you must be Roselyn." She said.

Roselyn faked the most false smile as she nodded. "I am Roselyn. Roselyn Clayton but you can call me John's wife."

The maid frowned her forehead quite confused and puzzled by Roselyn's reply but she decided to ignore it and keep the smile on her face that Roselyn hated so much.

"I noticed John had been quite distant and off recently I was wondering what happened… I had known him for a while and I was quite concerned." The woman said once again and Roselyn had to bite her tongue not to reply to her about what she truly wanted to reply to.

"He is fine. Thanks for your concern" Roselyn replied closing the door but the girl stopped it right before Roselyn could close making Roselyn scoffed unconsciously.

"What do you want?" Roselyn asked annoyed, the maid offered another smile this timeless genuine more forced.

"I know John." She said, before placing a hand over the door surface and pushing it open.

"I know him too. I am his wife." Roselyn replied right away making her fake smile disappear to glower at her.

"I care about him, so I hope you won't hurt him." The maid said once again and Roselyn clenched her fists trying not to punch her even if the desire was pretty strong.

"That's none of your business you are here to work not to…" Roselyn replied but the woman took a step forward and giggled.

"You may haven't understood we are not in Edinburgh here, we are not in your big castle where you could command maids however you wanted. Her maids are at your same level if not above so you better respect us." She replied tilting her head to the side to look at Roselyn with a tone of superiority and confidence.

"Then I have to remind you now it's not like years ago when probably John listened to you when you had something to say. Even if I doubt he would ever put effort to remember your name. Now he has a wife and that is me, like it or not you can't do anything but look at me and wish it was you for the rest of your life." Roselyn slammed the door uncaring the woman was standing on the threshold of the door and the maid had to rush quickly backward not to get hit by the door.

Roselyn had enough of women trying to get in their way, she had already let the old maid push her around once by trusting her she won't let that happen twice.

After about ten minutes when Roselyn calmed down she marched toward her room when she saw John putting his jacket on, when his gaze fell on her his jaw tensed and a deep breath escaped from his lip, he was hoping Roselyn wouldn't see him sneaking out so he wouldn't give her explanation.

Roselyn frowned, "you can't go out." She said and John rolled his eyes, that was probably one of the reasons why he was trying to sneak out.

"You barely recovered from last night, you should rest." Roselyn continued when he saw John bottoming his jacket and then kneeling to fix his shoes.

Roselyn seeing her efforts were in vain scoffed folding her arms, "where are you going?" she asked, curving her eyebrows.