"I arranged the appointment with the boy from Inferno tomorrow. I picked the most charming one the one whose better matched your description of your type." He said. Roselyn nodded. Her heart raced as she suddenly remembered her reckless decision.

"I hope he doesn't expect me to... to..." Roselyn murmured, as she didn't know how to express her embarrassment with the right words.

"He will do whatever you ask him. Even if you just asked him to paint for you a portrait, he will do it and won't dare to complain." He replied, gesturing with his hand. Scanning her upside down with a confused gaze, he raised an eyebrow. "I can't believe you've done nothing to pleasure yourself before neither that you haven't had the talk with your mother yet."

Roselyn took a long breath. "I don't even know how to do it even if I wanted." She sighed, feeling some glimpse of curiosity occurred to her mind. If he insisted that much, maybe it truly was something quite enjoyable?

"You don't know how to touch yourself?" He asked, with no embarrassment in his voice. Contrary to Roselyn, who blushed at just hearing those prophetic words.

She nodded slowly.

"Just do it and think of someone you fancy. It must be anyone, an old friend, your favorite famous guy, anyone." He explained, "that gesture actually helps to relax your body and release repressed tension." He offered a smile and nodded to convince her.

The carriage took off, saving Roselyn from asking more embarrassing questions. She didn't recognize herself but deeply down she was feeling quite curious about that practice.

She went to her room after waving and saying John goodnight.

***

Roselyn woke up early, as she was waiting for his visitor to arrive. The visitor was charming, a muscled boy. When she saw him, her jaw dropped, as she didn't expect him to be that handsome.

He was very tall, with wide shoulders and a defined six pack. However, that was not what mostly caught her attention as those were all dotes that John already had. His blue eyes took her breath away, reminding her of the color of the waves of the sea.

John snapped his fingers in front of her. "Are you fine?" He asked. She woke up from her state of trace, "yes." She replied with a cheerful tone of voice acknowledging that she was feeling physically attracted by someone who was not the King. That meant that maybe she wasn't completely fancying him.

"I suppose I choose the right boy. Didn't I?" He asked, his gazed was set on her. The lady nodded, clearing her voice before introducing herself to her guest. "I am Roselyn Clayton. Nice to meet you."

The boy was puzzled. Nobody ever introduced to him before, at least not as kindly as she did. He smiled, bowing down.

"We should...go in my room maybe?" Roselyn asked, her voice piqued.

She turned around and walked toward her room when she heard John's voice stopping her: "Rose..."

She around, knitting her eyebrow in the wonder she was left in. His voice seemed preoccupied. "Are you sure?" He asked, his eyes darted back and forth between them.

"Yes." Roselyn replied, heading away. Maybe the King misunderstood her intentions, she wasn't going to have anything sexual with that man. She wanted to test how strong her feelings for King John were. If she felt the same way with another man then that meant she wasted her time worrying unnecessarily about her future in the Royal Castle.

After about two hours, John left his room to walk toward the dining room, as it was almost lunchtime.

When he arrived there, the table was still prepared and intact. He heard a lady's laugh coming from the hall. "Why isn't Roselyn here?" He asked. The few maids in the room gazed at each other, wondering whether to reply. Probably each one of them was waiting for someone else to speak.

The blond maid entered the dining room hearing his question, "she is with the man you sent, your highness." She got to the floor, as she stifled a smirk.

"Oh..." His jaw tensed, making another maid intervened in, probably concerned he would take it out on them: "I thought you required his presence here?"

"I did." He gestured with his right hand, placing the other one on his glass and bringing it closer to one maid, who quickly poured some wine inside it.

"Is she enjoying her time?" He asked, before sipping from the glass.

"From what I heard, yes. She is." The blond maid replied, clearing trying to tease him and induce him to misunderstand her words. She heard just some giggles coming from her room, but she knew that her statement would lead him to think that something worst happened.

"She actually demanded us to bring her some food in her room. As she said, she desired to eat there. We brought some food for him too." Another maid added, after noticing his gaze scrutinizing the table, probably wondering if she had lunch.

"I don't pay him to feed on my food." He commented. His voice sounded harsher than usual.

Silence fell in the room after his exclamation.

His fork tinkled on the dish as he ate food eagerly.

Suddenly his meal was paused. As something else caught his attention. He heard the door budging, and Roselyn's voice echoed from afar.

"Thank you. Have a good day!"

A few instants later, the door closed and he could hear the girl's footsteps approaching her room.. After entering her room, the silence fell again.