She is his pawn

"He is better since you're here." She whispered leaning her face close to her ear.

A genuine smile formed on Roselyn's lips, wondering whether she could investigate the matter and ask her more. Her curiosity got the best of her, "why do you say so?"

"He was very upset after his father died." She replied, deceiving Roselyn who expected a different answer.

"How did King William die?" she asked but the young girl widened her eyes and put her finger near her mouth to shush her. Roselyn remained quiet when she heard footsteps approaching them.

The King passed by the dining room, not returning the smile Roselyn offered when she spotted his figure, he headed to the next room. Roselyn sighed, for how long was he able to hold a grudge?

She forced with all her good intentions not to talk to him. She slowly walked out of the room she was in to see where he was heading to.

What she saw, let her completely stumped, regretting her choice as it was better she didn't see. He welcomed three beautiful women, who wore expensive clothes. They start to chat giggling but Roselyn was too far to hear what they were saying, however she was not too far to notice how closed they were with him.

One of them placed her hand over his back leaning toward him with a flirty smile, the second one was laughing at something he said and again, she didn't need to be there to know that her laugh was fake and just intended to allure him.

The last one was placing both her hands on his neck, she was the one who caught the majority of his attention. Not confidentially she was also the prettiest one in that trio.

He turned over quickly enough to spot Roselyn watching him. He smirked and moved his hand to wave at her, from that gesture she felt sink into embarrassment and uncomfortably.

A glimpse of anger she felt run through her body when he saw him smirking to his three little fans after placing his hand over the bottom of the prettiest girl.

"Should I ask her to join?" A girl said enough aloud for Roselyn to hear, the prettiest one gazed at her. Her red eyes scanned her upside down, "you shouldn't. It's already enough that I have the decency to share him with you two."

All three of them? Did she hear it well? Her blood boiled through her veins. Although she didn't know the reason for the anger that she suddenly felt, she walked back into the dining room slamming the door shut.

The blonde maid who remained there the whole time gave her a supportive glance, "he is doing it to get back at you."

Roselyn shook her head, barely believing what she heard, "I don't care." She replied, but her clenched fists said otherwise.

"Are you starting to catch feelings?" The maid whispered, Roselyn, shook her head, "of course not." Meeting the maid's suspicious expression she rectified, "I just don't think it's very respectful towards me to spend more time with random people rather than someone who lied to all her family to form an agreement with him." Those words tumbled out her lips, her vulnerability was palpable.

"Roselyn, please don't catch feelings for him. He's unable to love and will end up destroying you emotionally and physically in the infinite research of mutual feelings. I saw many good ladies fall for him and it didn't end up well." Her words were sharp, she slowly empathized with each word to let her take the time to assimilate the hidden warning.

Those words left her confused, she didn't know what being in love meant. On the contrary, she did know how close she got to him in a short time but was that catching feelings? That day seemed infinite for the number of hapless events that occurred.

She needed a rest to get her mind completely free from all her concerns and thoughts.

Heading to her room, she felt few female voices behind her and sudden long nails sinking in her shoulders. She turned around, the multiple girls were wandering around and when they saw her they wanted to tease her patience.

"She is very pretty huh?" The girl who was tickling her shoulder said to John. He chuckled avoiding eye contact with Rose.

"What's your name, milady?" The prettiest girl kept annoying her, she empathized the word 'milady' making it sound like an insult.

"My name is Roselyn and I am heading to my room. Thank you." Roselyn quickly said, trying to hide her annoyance showing a fake smile.

That girl met her gaze, her red eyes widened causing Roselyn to flinch away. "She is scared!" She giggled.

"Enough now. Let her alone." The King spoke and the girl raised an eyebrow staring at the girl who tried to walk away.

Reaching her in few seconds to stop her stretching the palm of her hand in front of her chest, "why such in a rush?"

Roselyn rolled her eyes. "I am tired, I had a very tiring day." She replied successively wondering why she was justifying herself with a random girl- or better- creature assuming she was a vampire from the color of her eyes.

"Did John break your little innocent heart already?" She asked miming pickle lips.

"Stop it." John's voice raised gazing at the girl who stood in front of Rose.

She darted her eyes back to the King and forth to Roselyn, "you care for her?" She shouted, her voice sounded like an angry scold, her eyes flashed in anger.

"I do since she is my pawn for safety and can help me to rule the Kingdom."

A pawn? Was that all she meant to him? She felt her knees give away as those words echoed into her mind. "A pawn." She repeated to him and herself, the familiar sensation on her breast reappeared, swallowing the vile rising in the back of her throat.

"Sorry..." that's all he replied meeting her eyes that now filled with tears. She ran toward her room but once she turned the corner her legs collapsed, making her fall down. Teardrops fall on her dress.

That was what she got herself into, his solid reputation warned her about his cruel behavior and attitude. Nevertheless, she trusted him, and that's what she got in return.

'A pawn' in his maleficient game, that was what she really meant to him.