Fake wife

Roselyn shook her head. What was she thinking? Something that mother wouldn't be proud of her.

Maybe the King put that odd device there on purpose or he didn't know what that was and forgot to throw it up? Roselyn questioned herself when she closed the drawer, and still in a shocked expression, she sat on the edge of the bed.

She let out a breath, trying to forget what she just had experienced. Her mother never talked to her about that kind of activities so the discomfort she felt was understandable.

In the other room, of the opposite part of the mansion, the one where John resided in, there was a special guest who paid him a very pleasuring visit.

It was a girl from the 'Inferno' club, the club from where he always called girls to enjoy their special company.

He was putting his shirt back on. Gazing at her, "Mr. John, do you want to make another appointment?" the girl asked as she introduced the payment in her bra slit.

"I will call the agency myself. Don't worry." He gestured with his hand, and she walked out. A maid who was out there walked her toward the door.

When she spotted Roselyn in the hall, probably going to walk to have lunch.

"Oh.." the maid murmured when Roselyn stopped. She looked embarrassed standing near that girl who also paused her walk.

Roselyn's eyebrow were drawn together as her gaze scanned the guest upside down. Seeing her short skirt made of a very thin material that left little to the explanation and her cropped top revealing her prominent breast, she understood what that girl was doing there. In that wealthy city, only women who did a particular mansion were dressed like that.

"What?" the girl asked, seeing how Roselyn was looking at her, folding her arms, and looked at the lady with superiority.

Roselyn walked again, trying to forget once again what she saw. She couldn't complain, as that activity was allowed in the contract.

Her first day in the royal castle seemed going to be full of surprises.

Maybe she was the one who didn't know the King very well. He seemed very open to hormonal activities. She heard many stories about men and this kind of activity they are very interested in but when they talked; he seemed to be capable of restricting any activity. At least that was what their agreement sanctioned.

Another maid reached her, holding a paper ink and feather pen.

"I am bringing those to your room so you can write the lists of guests that you will like the acquaintance of for the event." She heard the voice vanishing as she walked past her, rushing to her room.

Why maids were always in a hurry there?

"Can I be led to the King's room?" Roselyn asked a new maid who reached her there. She seemed to be older than the other ones and didn't have a thrilled gaze. Indeed, she was suspiciously looking at Roselyn.

"Wait until I ask him if he is ready to receive you."

The maid said, taking a step farther from her toward his room, but Roselyn cleared her voice, having the maid pause.

"I don't need his acceptance."

The woman hearing the lady's statement swallowed in nervousness, trying to bite her tongue to spare her an eventual answer rudely. Who did she think she was? to come there and make the rules. She wasn't even the Queen yet. She thought, if she kept that attitude, they would end up in trouble for an ill-mannered lady who flattered herself way too much. The maid wanted to say but bit her tongue to keep that for herself, changing her approach. "Lady Roselyn, I am here at the King's service. So I respect his orders. I hope you can understand how things go before you put yourself and us in trouble."

Roselyn hearing that response, opened her mouth slightly as that was the last thing she expected to hear. She knew the maid was right, and she had no right to go against the King's will, but she was going to take all the responsibilities in case her gesture provoked John a temper.

"I am his future wife, I have the right t-"

The maid who couldn't take it anymore spat in anger, "a wife because of an agreement. All the maids and servants of the court have heard the news."

Roselyn smiled, trying to maintain the calm, as her last bit of patience was hit hearing the woman's tone of voice full of disdain. "It doesn't make me any less than his wife." She replied.

"His father, King William, had good values. But you two... entering agreements is the-"

"Is everything alright?" The balmy voice of the King had the maid froze.

Roselyn tilted her head to see him approaching them in a firm walk.

The maid's face became pale and her lips from a malefic grin moved into a pressurized nervous line.

They both bowed down when he walked in front of them.

His eyes darted back and forth between Roselyn and the maid as he waited for an answer.

He gestured his hand to indulge them to come to an answer, expressing his disapproval to be left hanging.

Roselyn smiled at both of them in a challenging way, and she opened her mouth to reply.