All of a sudden William stood up, "I will go to see her now." He said, catching the attention of Roselyn who was still eating.

John stood up right after, "do you want me to come with you?" He asked quite concerned about his rushed decision.

"No, it's fine. Stay here with Roselyn." William said wearing his jacket and then walking out.

"Do you know where she is staying at?" John asked before William could cross the threshold of the door, William gave one last nod before he walked out.

As soon as William left, John sighed, "I hope he is fine." He said, staring at the door with few creases on his forehead as he had a thoughtful concerned gaze.

He then traveled his gaze back on Roselyn, he smiled, "you transformed fully earlier, and you got wings.." John said proudly, a proud smile curved his lips. "Banshees rarely turn fully into fairies."

Roselyn smiled, she could barely believe what had happened and she felt a mix of feelings about her appearance when she transformed, it was like she was living a dream, one of the fantasy books she always loved to read. Little did she imagine she would ever get stunning wings just as a real fairy.

"I don't even know how that happened." Roselyn commented, "But I feel stronger since then and I feel our baby got stronger too." Roselyn said, caressing her bump and smiling as she stared at it.

Meantime William stepped down the carriage, thanked the coachman, and walked closer to the small house where his old lover used to live in. He had made sure a guard would keep an eye on her during all those years so he was quite sure she lived there.

He knocked on the door and took a long breath as with the corner of his eye he stared at the letter he was holding.

When she went to open the door her eyes got widener and she covered her mouth with her hand, she was so shocked to see him alive that she almost had a heart attack.

She heard the news but she never fully believed it, seeing him there made her heart speed and reminded her how much she missed him and how much she still loved him.

"William… it had been a long time!" She exclaimed, repressing the urge to hug him and smiling hugely.

"I am here to inform you about bad news," Wiliam said, cutting it short so that he didn't have to talk with her much.

"Oh..."

"Our son had died." He said, his voice was brittle and he was struggling not to explode in tears.

She dropped her jaw for a second, a glimpse of sadness could be caught in her gaze but she kept a blank expression.

"He left you a letter. I had the honor of his company for the last months and I can say he is one of the best people I have ever met. He had spent his youth and most of his life alone yet he was way better than many people I've known." William said he headed her the letter, and then he turned around.

"Wait!"

William heard Ethan's mother's voice peak but he ignored her and stepped on the carriage to leave. He didn't have to tell her anything, he was still quite resentful in her regards.

The woman walked back into her room, she walked toward the trash bin in her kitchen. It was still empty and she was quite hesitant whether to throw it in the trash or not. Until she let the letter fell, "you were never my son." She murmured to convince herself she did a good thing to throw the letter, reminding herself that she had never shared with him everything and she didn't want to start to do that when he was gone.

But when she walked to sit on the sofa it was like the letter was calling her, she knew it would probably be full of insults, yet somehow she was curious to read it and to know what he was thinking of her.

It was not like the thought of his son never crossed her mind, it did and she even wondered how things would have been now if she had acted differently then.

She scoffed and then kneeled, she unfolded the letter and began to skim through it.

'Dear mother,

I don't even know why I am writing this letter for you, nor do I know why I find myself thinking of you so many times during the day when you're like a stranger to me.

The only words that slipped out your tongue were words of insult and loath in my regards that I even curse myself for still loving you.

Maybe it is true that love for family is unconditional.

I won't lie, if you would have come to find me or would have shown affection even once in my regards I would have probably given up on my pride and forgiven you.

I am not the type of son a mother would be proud of, nor am I the type of son who would give her mother all his heart and be fully devoted to you.

But I know for sure I would have protected you and I would have been there in your oldness.

I would have loved to know what your favorite color is or what you liked to have for breakfast. I would have loved to go grocery shopping for you or to walk you around.

I am not saying it with hate, because for how much I tried I realized I can't hate you not even if I force every inch of my body to do so.

It's probably a trick of fate that I can hate everyone just as easily and I rarely trust anyone but when it comes to you I would sell my heart and soul to the devil to earn a glimmer of love from you.

I don't want to blame you with this letter I just wanted to let you know that despite everything, I still love you, always did and always will.

And I don't ask you to love me back or to return my affections, I would still be glad to know you had read my letter.

So thank you.

Your son,

Ethan."

Ethan's mother remained silent as she read the letter, her eyes didn't fill with tears but for a second the melancholy reached her throat and formed there a lump. She swallowed it down and then folded the letter and slipped it back in the envelope, she put it in her desk drawer and closed it.

She kept a blank face and she began her daily routine.

Meantime when William returned home, Roselyn and John were still sat at the table and were talking together animatedly sharing memories about Ethan.

John even told her about his plan to pair together one of their maids with Ethan and he still remembered the facial expression of disapproval he made when John told him the maid probably fancied him.

Abigail Victor and Daniel also returned home, Daniel seemed full of energy after the fight and so excited to have won that he was asking his mother to do it again and again.

"Daniel, stop it! Killing is not something you have to be excited about!" Abigail scolded Daniel who scoffed and folded his arms.

"Did you see Roselyn? She had wings!" He then exclaimed still excited and overjoyed.

"Don't tell that to anyone!" Victor intervened when he heard their son mentioning Roselyn.

Abigail who was cooking lifted her head only to frown at her husband confused.

"Roselyn is getting stronger so easily and fast that's odd," Victor observed cupping his chin.

Abigail widened her eyes, she recalled she discovered she was pregnant during the battle.

She intervened right away to distract Victor to think of a possible reason and eventually realize she was pregnant.

"Daniel you're getting stronger easily too! Will you also grow wings?" Abigail joked making Victor giggle and Daniel smile hugely nodding.

"I will! My wings will be huge and filled with flames." He replied.

Victor laughed aloud.

"I want to grow wings too!" Abigail replied but soon shook his head, "no Roselyn and I will only have them!"

Victor then walked closer to Abigail and whispered, "I wonder how John and William are after the loss of Ethan. Maybe we could invite them here or I should visit them." He stated, Abigail undoubtedly thought it was a good idea and she would accept it but at the same time she wanted to keep her sister's secret and she knew if he saw Roselyn he would feel she was pregnant.

Abigail cleared her voice and flinched her eyes away not to look at him before she lied, "I don't know about that. Maybe we should give them some time alone." She replied pretending a confident and vibrant tone of voice.