Are you sure about that?

"Who have you thought of?"

Roselyn cleared her voice after swallowing down the piece of food and finally replied to his curious question, "I have thought of the guy you introduced to me earlier." She replied, offering a shy smile.

John's face darkened while he has slightly drawn his eyebrow together as if he didn't expect to hear that response.

"I found him very pleasuring, and he surely is one of the most handsome boys I've ever met." Roselyn's voice came out confident and she surprised herself with the facility she lived with. Was she getting used to lying and faking her feelings?

"Oh..." that's all he could reply. His voice sounded disappointed to Roselyn. Maybe his humility wanted her to think of him during that practice, to bust his ego. 

"May I ask now, why all this sudden curiosity?" Roselyn asked, stifling the smirk, amused by his perplexed facial expression.

He lowered his gaze to stare at her for some instant, and then he stood up. Roselyn's heartbeat increased, fearing she may have teased him way too much and have pushed her intentions too far, ending up irritating him.

He reached her in a slow walk and looked at her from upside down. Staring her right into her eyes, he placed his hand on the back of the chair he sat on. With a powerful push, he made her chair rotate to be frontal to him.

He kneeled and lifted her chin to stare at her better, "Roselyn, I told you I don't like to be lied to." 

"I... I am not lying to you." Roselyn murmured. As she took a long breath she sniffed his fragrance and met his deep gaze.

He giggled, "so you're saying you are that much attracted to someone you've just met?" his voice lowered, she could perceive a glimpse of annoyance and disbelief in it.

Was it so hard to imagine that she could be more attracted to someone else besides him? Wasn't that what he wanted?

The girl nodded, his lips from curved thinned up and his gaze became more serious.

After a brief pause, he spoke again, "well then, because I thought you liked me." He commented. His statement sounded more like a question, but Roselyn replied harshly not to meet his gaze.

"I don't. You don't have to worry about that."

She nodded, trying to convince him she wasn't lying. 

He leaned closer to her to place his hand on her knee, causing her dress to fall from the side, exposing part of her leg. His warm touch made her jolt, as she didn't expect him to touch her like that. He smiled as he leaned even closer. With his other hand he wiped off a hair from her face to give his sight access to her blushed cheek and ear.

When she felt his breath upon her neck, a thrill ran through her spine, and her heartbeat increased so much that she could hear it beat through her chest.

"Are you sure about that?" His lips touched her ear and her cheeks heated hearing what he asked.

She knew his overdeveloped senses already betrayed her and exposed her lie, but yet she didn't want to admit it to him. Moreover, she was curious to see how far he would push himself just to make her admit it.

"Yes, I am." she murmured in low voice swallowing hard when her mouth dried up.

The hand that was placed on her knee moved slowly toward her thighs and suddenly paused when he perceived Roselyn's breath havened up.

"If you don't like me, then why aren't you asking me to stop?" He whispered. He leaned closer and Roselyn unconsciously did the same. Her gaze falls on his lips. His hand brushed through her neck and he stared at her smooth pale skin to get goosebumps at his touch. Then he placed it back to her jaw and gently leaned her face even closer.

They both jolted when a loud noise of glass breaking came from the window in the opposite part of the room.

They simultaneously turned around to see where the noise came from and saw the window broke into millions of pieces.

A roar of wind pushed John's body backward and in a second Roselyn disappeared with the wind.

Maids and servants broke into the room, rushed but it was too late. Roselyn was kidnapped in a matter of a second. And right in front of John's eyes.

From his lips escaped a yell of anger as he punched strongly against the table causing all the food and the silvery to fall down the floor and break into millions of pieces. His servants didn't dare to take a further step they all froze and breathed as lower as they could not catch his attention. The King lifted part of the table and threw it toward the window from where that person who took Roselyn broke into.

He turned over to gaze at the maids that, meeting his furious gaze, looked down and their legs began shaking in fear. "Call Jake and tell him Roselyn had been kidnapped." 

When he enunciated the word kidnapped, his eyes flashed, becoming darker than the night and he unconsciously groaned.

A second after, he disappeared.

The servants didn't make a move and just after ten minutes, when sure he was gone, they began clearing the mess in the dining room. The blond maid was the one to go to call Jake. As she passed by to reach the exit door, she caught the old maid smirking.

She glowered at her, feeling the urge to pause her rush walk for a second in front of her, "you better pray Roselyn is fine because if she is not I will look at you with the same smirk when I tell the King how happy you seemed hearing she had been kidnapped." The young maid offered her a devilish smile before she finally reached the door and stepped on the carriage. 

A tear ran down her cheek at the thought of her only friend being hurt. With a shaky miserable voice she said to the coachman Jake's address.