Don’t worry, clause number 12

When the King came back home Roselyn was waiting nervously for his return. To repress her anger and her frustration she walked back and forth around the hall. During his absence, she tried to ask servants about him and the reason behind his disappearance but they all avoided her questioning like if she was a stranger who just couldn't mind her business.

"Where were you?" Roselyn's voice became louder when she saw the door open from where the King entered nonchalantly. The servant took his jacket off glowering at the girl that was hanging for an answer.

"I was worried." Roselyn raised her voice, even more, when the King finally met her gaze but didn't spare her an answer.

"Don't worry. Clause number 12." His voice was calm and his expression was relaxed as if he was not the same person who ran out the door in a hurry less than one hour before.

"When one member of the couple leaves the dwelling, the other one has to stay home and wait for the other to arrive. No questions should be asked at the arrival." He recited the agreement act by heart.

She saw with the corner of her eye the old maid who she argued with, curve her lips. Roselyn felt the anger take full control of her mind and not to reply in a meaningful way she walked her way into the nearby room. The King who read the meaning hidden in her eyes and how they were flashing with ire, rolled his eyes as. He was having weird feelings reserved to the sense of guilt, he gave up on those feelings and decided to listen to them and walk behind her.

He entered the room where she shut the door after walking in. He saw her covering her face with her hands making him feel even more guilty.

He'd never felt that feeling before, even when he saw women crying in front of him or insulting him for having broken their hearts or having played with their feelings.

He stopped her from going away grabbing her arm to turn her around and look at him in the eyes.

"Maybe I should have minded my tone of voice..." he said with all his best intentions. A nervous chuckle escaped from the girl's lips before her voice was heard loud in the room "I am just tired of this situation. I didn't imagine it being this hard." Roselyn said as a glimpse of desperation was perceived from her voice.

"Why do you say so?" John asked concerned as he pictured his plan evaporate.

"Nevermind." Roselyn spat. She tried to recompose herself by taking a long breath. She closed her eyes for some instants to shut them open once she calmed down."I just am having a breakdown because I am not used to being alone all the time. And I was worried." She admitted seeing his eyes narrow to try to decipher if she was lying or not.

"I will go to finish my meal now." She said refusing to look at him in the eyes.

Walking out of the room and approaching the kitchen in a quick walk. She sat at the table followed by the maids. When she saw him rushing out her stomach immediately dropped, impeding her to keep her day as nothing happened. But now he was back she found her appetite and used it as an excuse to get her out of that situation.

The servants and maids went to put new food back on the table.

The tablecloth was changed even if it was still clear to put a new one. Tabletop units were cleaned before putting them onto the table.

When she saw the maids bow their hands she inclined her head to spot the King walk in.

"I was feeling lonely and was hungry." He explained when Roselyn looked at him, she bit her inner cheek to prevent her from smiling and remain serious. She didn't want to forgive him that easily so she hides the joy she felt when seeing him entering the kitchen. As it was proof that he listened to her and cared about making their agreement work.

She nodded staring at him while he sat down. All the maids that she had near went to stand behind him and put every kind of meat in front of him. A servant came from the kitchen holding a bottle and poured it in his glass.

"I have some affair to take care of in the weekend so I will be out for both the days." He said taking some sips from his glass of wine.

"But on Monday I organized a special trip together." He continued pursuing his lips.

Roselyn smiled, "may I ask where?" She questioned, taking a bit of her omelet.

"I thought you would ask with whom but if you don't care then..."

Roselyn interjected him, "you said we are going together." She reminded him.

He smiled like if that was the answer he wanted to receive, "I was thinking of asking Kathy to join us."

Roselyn's eyes sparkled as her lips curved showing her bright smile.

"Really?" She questioned to make sure she heard it right or if she was just dreaming.

"Yes." He whispered.

Then he looked up to meet the maids' gaze, "However, I order you to treat her good. If I hear one of you even talk to her in a wrong tone of voice, then I hope you have a booked ticket to move to another country before I find you."

Their eyes widened and their legs started to tremble.