Family problems

"We just ended up chatting about our common disinterest regarding social events."

Roselyn finally replied. Abigail raised her eyebrow hearing her finish her sentence, "there's nothing between us."

"I see." She stared silently looking at her, then she nodded. "Goodnight then." she smiled and went upstairs.

Kathy waited for her to be far enough and whispered, "what did he truly want?"

Roselyn took a step forward and whispered, "he wanted to tell me that he didn't convince Lord David to stop bothering me and he refused his prestigious offer."

Kathy leaned in to hear better, "but I may have shared too much and hope I didn't offend him."

"Why? What did you say?" her maid asked, opening her eyes widely.

"I just whined quite much about my dissatisfaction," Roselyn hummed.

"From what I have seen, he doesn't seem to be the type of person who would wrinkle his nose just for a few of grumbles," Kathy said in a supportive tone of voice and smiling.

"Let's go to sleep now," Roselyn suggested, when she received a nod from her friend, she waved and smiled friendly before walking toward her room.

She took off her dress and wore her nightgown, her thoughts wandered about the King, having her wondering why she shared that much. She usually not even opened up with people she was friends with.

She couldn't imagine that the King himself agreed with her ideas. His distrust about people had him wondering if he was being honest or if it may be a strategy to win his heart. His skepticism was for having met so many women during the centuries that he learned to expect anything from them.

John was standing in the wood like a usual night since the death of his father. He was there purposely to see if he could find some information about the cause of his death, but his incapability of finding clues about the person who killed his father was making him go insane.

His father had no enemies. He was friendly and nice with everyone, according to John he was even too kind to be a King. So he didn't have any suspect, the easier option to consider was that someone who hated the Kingdom, or a close relative who would ascend to the throne, may have killed him.

But he had no other relatives besides John, also the wounds that lead him to death were not provoked by humans. It was a sign of claws from his wound was coming out blood mixed with a black substance.

As he recalled that terrible scene his eyes flashed as he had a revelation, "He was poised by a supernatural creature." Therefore what he had to do was to find the sorcerer who sold the poison and who will eventually lead him to the murderer of his loved father.

His lips curved up into a grin.

The night was dark, but he could perceive the eventual movement of a person around him from the heat that the person's body emanated.

Lord Victor Peterson appeared and in a sudden movement pushed John's body against the ground with his long claws, he was keeping John's head pushed against the ground, impeding him to move. King John frowned and groaned revealing his sharp long teeth. "I told you not to show up," Lord Victor said.

The King soaked his claws in the lord's shoulders, allowing him to take a turn and switch position. Now he was the one who was keeping his cousin's body pressed against the ground.

"You should know very well I don't do what I am told to do," John replied.

Lord Victor groaned as he tried to move, but the King was so strong that he could barely allow any movement. He was keeping his wrists pressed against the ground so that he couldn't use the same strategy that John used.

"I will never forgive you for what you did." Lord Victor murmured in low voice, the King narrowed his eyes.

"But maybe faith paid me back with the death of William."

John left his wrist for a second to take him from the neck and tighten his grip.

"What do you have to do with his death?" He groaned as he knitted his eyebrow.

Victor giggled with his free arm as he scratched John's shoulder, with his other hand he manaed to push John him strongly toward the nearby tree and as soon as John released his grip he stood up. Lord Victor grinned, looking at his cousin that had whined from the pain.

"I wish I had something to do with his death but unfortunately I don't." He said in an emotionless gaze. King John hurled against him but he disappeared making John fall abruptly onto the ground.

John punched against the ground to release his repressed anger.He looked down at his wound; it was bleeding abundantly, he took his jacket off, he revealed his six-pack even visible from his seat position to bend his jacket around his wound, tightening around it to help the healing process.

With difficulty he stood up, reaching home with his super speed.

Once he reached his castle, he leaned over the door. His valet, one of his loyal servants, hearing he was back reached him. The castle was full of servants, maids and bodyguards, each one had different tasks.

"I'm thirsty." King John said to his loyal servant who speedly walked to grab his glass, filling it up and then bringing it to him.

In one gulp, John drank all the blood that filled the glass and gave it back to him waiting for a second filling.

The more he drank, the faster his wound was healing.

After the fourth glass, it was completely healed, and John felt better.

"Who was it?" his servant asked, helping John to remove the cloth he had tied over his wound.

"Victor." The King replied clenching his teeth. His servant gasped and shook his head, "fighting won't fix your troubled past."

The King gestured with his hand and said "call the inferno club and ask them to send two girls. I could use a distraction right now."