The maids and the servants gave the Royal Couple some privacy so they walked together toward her room.

Roselyn wrapped her arms around John's neck as she leaned closer to him. "Wife and husband. Queen and King. I don't know what I like more." She said while she gave a gentle push to the door to close it behind them.

"John and Roselyn," John replied, hearing his answer Roselyn's heart skipped a beat. He leaned a bit closer and she could feel his breath brushing onto her neck. He shut his eyes just to take few steps backward.

"What's wrong?" Roselyn asked when he finally reopened his eyes.

"I told you, Rose..." he murmured, "I'm afraid I might hurt you." He confessed.

"You won'..." Roselyn tried to reply but he intervened, "you have never seen what I can do when my instincts get the best of me." He nagged.

Roselyn's gaze lowered down the floor, she frowned her eyebrows and after few seconds she looked back at him. "I can handle it." She vociferated out in a decisive although lightly scared voice.

John shook his head, but Roselyn reached him in few steps. She placed her hand over his neck and pushed him closer to her.

"You don't even know what you can't handle," John whispered, his eyes became redder as he was clearly trying to resist the temptation.

His fists were clenched and he was keeping his gaze set to the floor as if he was afraid to look at Roselyn straight in the eyes.

"You said that we would eventually do it after marriage..." Roselyn gasped. The desire she felt was stronger than the fear.

"Trust me, there's nothing I want to do more." He comforted her, meeting her gaze for a second before looking away once again.

Roselyn smiled, thinking he changed his mind, she reached for him once again. But to her surprise John groaned, his eyes flashed of an intense red she had never seen before, "Roselyn!"

His voice thundered around the room, it was like walls trembled at the sound and Roselyn jolted from the fear.

"Don't." He murmured, in his usual soothing voice.

Roselyn looked at him affronted by the raising of his voice. Why would he keep rejecting her? The blond maid told her about his taste and she was willing to try, why wouldn't he let her push her limits?

"I love you, Roselyn. And I must protect you from any danger." John said when he recognized the familiar gaze Roselyn had when she was feeling sad and puzzled. On her forehead formed a little grease barely visible when she was feeling distressed.

"How can someone who loves me be a potential danger then?" she spat in agony. Her voice was slightly irascible and annoyed.

John smiled, "good night, my beautiful wife." He reached the door and opened it.

His gesture made Roselyn's brows bumped together in a scowl. How does he dare? She wondered.

Roselyn scoffed, glowering at him before marching toward the door in heavy steps to let him hear how mad she felt at that moment. It was not a nice gesture to force your wife out of the room when she wanted to enjoy the first night of honeymoon with her husband after all the hinder they've gone through.

After she strode out, she went to reach the hall with a tensed angry facial expression, her steps were still echoing through the corridor and caught the attention of some guards and some maids but none dared to ask her what was the reason behind her upset. None except the blond maid who rushed to reach Roselyn before she could close the door of her room.

"What happened?" the maid asked out of breath after the hurried walking.

Roselyn clenched her teeth, releasing a low scream of anger. "He's very stubborn!"

the blond maid suffocated a laugh just to ask, "why would you say so?"

Roselyn began to walk around her room nervously, "he rejected me. I told him I was able to handle his instincts but he kept refusing me!"

"Oh..." was all that the blond maid managed to say before Roselyn interluded again.

"Every couple spends their first night as a married couple together. Why can't we?" She narrowed to crinkled slits.

"Maybe he's really worried, and wants the bes..."

"No!" Roselyn gestured with her hand, "I just want to be a normal couple, at least for a day." Her voice came out like a broken squeak.

The blond maid nodded, even if she couldn't understand how the lady felt, she could imagine how vulnerable and hard it must be for Roselyn.

"Then tell him." She suggested, catching the attention of Roselyn who queried curiously, leaning over. Was the maid truly suggesting Roselyn insisting despite he even opened the door for her to leave?

"What did you say?" Roselyn asked to make sure she heard it right.

"Convince him that you can handle it and that..." The maid swallowed the lump of tension that formed in her throat. "That you want to do it."

Wasn't it was she already did earlier? She couldn't see what the maid was getting at.

"I already did," Roselyn replied in a breath of resignation.

"Maybe you should change the approach..." The blond girl suggested and Roselyn raised an eyebrow, she paused her nervous walk to reach the maid and tilted her head.

"Go on." Roselyn dwelled curiously.

The old maid cleared her voice, she couldn't believe she was really suggesting her such a thing but it was the only option that she could think of and she knew the King enough to know that it may work.

"Provoke him, let him desire you and want you so badly that his heart and desires will win against his rationality."

Roselyn's lips curved slightly into a smirk. It didn't sound like a bad idea to her.

"How can I do that?" she asked.

"Do you have a seductive short dress?" the blond maid asked.