Early return

The next day when Roselyn woke up she turned the light on, but to her surprise, no maids walked in.

She thought that was maybe because the King was away and they were taking care of the house She opened the door when she saw all the maids froze in front of the King. She immediately closed the door, and her cheeks unconsciously heated as she felt embarrassed to be seen in her dressing gown.

She rushed to slip a floral dress on the most comfortable one, which didn't require corsets. She cleared her voice before stepping out. A shiver of fear run through her spine.

Something must have happened if he came back earlier from his weekend out. She reminded herself not to ask him any question.

"Good morning." She said, finally walking over the door threshold.

She caught the blonde maid widening her eyes, but it was too late. The King turned over, his face was emotionless. He nodded to the lady, and he continued his speech.

"As I said, I highly suggest you telling me the truth. If anyone knows a secret about my father or something that could be helpful to discover who the murder might be, you better speak now." His voice raised, his eyes scanned every servant and maid upside down.

The maids were bowing their heads, and the servants were staring at the frontal wall immobilized.

She remained silent and stared at the situation without moving, just like his servants.

"If I find out any of you all knew something more about my father..." His walking paused in front of the old maid, who didn't blink or move.

"And didn't tell me, I will kill you barehanded." His walk began again to stop after a brief pause.

"That's all. I want to be left alone now." He ordered. He turned his back around to leave, and just when he turned the corner maids and servant finally moved.

They all were gazing at each other in fear. "what happened?" Roselyn tried to ask the blonde maid, but she gestured her to be quiet.

Two maids reached her and took her by the arm, leading her toward the dining room.

Why people seemed more rushed and agitated than they usually were? Roselyn tried not to ask anything, not because she wasn't curious but because she didn't want to be disrespectful in John's regards and she also didn't want to alter him more than he already was.

She sat in her usual chair and poured some fruit juice and put a slice of chocolate cake on her dish. She tasted a new cake every day, and every single one was very tasteful.

The noise of the door opening made her turn around to see the blonde maid walk him. She smiled at her.

After waiting for the other maids to get back in the kitchen when she remained alone with the lady she whispered, "good morning."

"Are you fine?" Roselyn asked, receiving a nod from her. "He had a very tiring day, I don't know what happened, but he had completely lost control."

She whispered. Roselyn turned around to check if someone was hearing her then she asked, "do you know what was disturbing him?"

The maid nodded no. "It is probably correlated to his father. It always is."

Roselyn narrowed her eyes as she felt sorry for him. It must be excruciatingly painful to lose the only person you care for.

She kept her thoughts to herself; the maids got back from the kitchen, and noticing she finished eating they brought food back.

"May I ask you a favor?" Roselyn asked in a soft voice, not to be heard. The young maid pretended to clear the table as she leaned closed.

"Can you ask the chief to make a triple chocolate mousse and bring it to the King's room?"

Hearing the lady's request the maid knitted her eyebrow puzzled, "he doesn't consume desserts." she replied.

Roselyn smiled. "Trust me. I am sure he will appreciate the gesture." she said hastily, seeing the maids walking closer to her.

Then she stood up and followed the maids that accompanied her in her room.

The blonde maid remained in the dining room unsure of what decision to take. It was not the smartest move to take such a risk when he was that vulnerable. Besides that, he cared about Roselyn and didn't think she would let her take any risk.

She took a long breath and walked toward the kitchen, she'd never entered there as just some servants were allowed to get inside and bring orders but she took her risk.

Opening the door, the chief and his assistants looked at her, confused, not recognizing her.

"Good morning, " she said, slightly blushing as she felt all their gazes on her.

"I came here because Miss Roselyn demanded you to make a triple chocolate mousse."

The chef had drawn his eyebrows together, kneading some shortcrust pastry and combining it with the flour.

Keeping his gaze on the table on which he was working, he replied, "I don't take orders from her, but from the King only."

"Truthfully, I will refer the King you refused to say it's to future wife's requests then." She spat, turning over. Her lips curved in a smile as she felt proud of being that courageous.

"Wait, okay then. It will be ready in one hour." He replied, his voice expelled from his annoyance and resignation.