A woman decides

"May I help you?" A voice broke the silence and ruined the moment, bringing back Roselyn to reality.

The show owned bowed down when they both moved their gaze on him. Her cheeks became red when she met his gaze.

John cleared his voice, pushing Roselyn gently to the side as she was impeding him to see the silverware exposed. His hand was still on her back while the other one pointed at some pieces at the bottom of the table.

"We're looking for silverware, but we want the best pieces you have. It's for a special occasion. Our marriage."

The ladies who still had their gaze on them looked at each other to whisper something and then went out in a hurry.

Where were they going? Probably to tell what they saw to all the inhabitants of Yorkshire, just like always John was right, they were here to find out someone to gossip about. He seemed to know people and women more than she did.

The shop owner, a middle-aged man with a long dark beard widened his eyes. His smile imploded in joy. It didn't happen often that the King visited shops and even more rarely that he asked for custom pieces for a special occasion. His happiness was because he knew that their visit would guarantee him a future of prosperity and much popularity in town.

"I will bring everything I have in the back of the store." He said in a high voice and walked away.

"Are you alright?" his gaze from the shop owner moved to Roselyn and he wiped a hair out of her face.

"Yes, I am," she said breaking eye contact to look down the floor.

"I know this doesn't make you much comfortable but the more they think we are happy and in love the less they will bother us." He explained.

She kept her gaze down, unintentionally she took a long breath, and her cheeks heated up.

He chuckled at her innocence, the women's prying eyes were not a danger anymore yet she seemed to be even more ashamed and embarrassed.

"Why are you flustered?" he asked taking advantage of that bit of intimacy they got.

She nodded no with her head. "Tell me." he insisted, with his hand, he lifted her chin. Automatically her gaze went to meet his. "I've never been kissed before." She admitted.

His forehead wrinkled as his eyes farther back and forth looking at her eyes. Doubting the truthfulness of her statement.

It was difficult for him to believe, is used to live a life in which passionate actions happen on common occurrence.

After intense thinking he remembered that she was not lying, every lady should commit and devote herself to the man she married. And although he never followed that praxis and had the luck to meet women that didn't either. It was the normality in the high society.

"I know. But there's nothing to worry about." He reassured her, feeling a bit guilty.

Girls like her usually had the dream and wish to have their first kiss with the person they truly loved and he put her in the situation of kissing someone she barely knew and surely didn't love.

"You two are very sweet together." The shop owner's voice resounded from afar. So they turned around to see him walking in their direction and carrying a box full of silverware. The box he carried seemed to be heavy since his breath heaven at each step he took. John reached him to help him with the box, he took it easily and quickly placed it on the table.

The gaze of the man was surprised either for the fact that he didn't expect the King to help him or because of the facility he lifted that box.

After the man took his time to place all the pieces in front of them John looked at Roselyn waiting for her to say her opinion about the silverware. She wasn't an expert in figuring out the values that each object had so she based her choice on the appearance that most caught her eye.

She wondered what John's father thought about that, recalling his earlier statement.

"I fancy this set." She said after a long reflection and pointed at the set she had on the right. The owner pursed his lips his gaze moved to look at the King who spared him with a quick gaze before turning his look toward Roselyn.

"She is the one who decides." He murmured in a low voice that was only hearable by the sir.

Although if his voice was low his irritably in his voice was palpable.

"Of course, milady. Would you like to see something else?"

"Actually, yes. I do. Can I see the vases?" She dared to ask and when she got a nod from John she smiled, raising her voice to be heard from the owner who rushed in the back of the store once again. "The best you have...Thank you."

"I have always dreamed my wedding to be full of flowers." She said.

The man arrived carrying four big vases, each one had an amazing design and shape.

"Those are the best I have." He said, his eyes darted back and forth between the King and his future spouse.

"Are those handmade?" Her eyes sparkled admiring how definite and precise the decoration was on each object.

"Yes by my wife." The owner offered a proud smile.

"We take them all," John said.

"Don't forget the set of cutlery," Roselyn added, the sir gathered all the things they bought and went to put them in a bag. "Thank you very much for your visit." Then he bowed down in front of the couple.

They both smiled and walked out arm by arm.