A hiss was heard behind them and the Royal Couple turned around to see where the noise was coming from. A giggle echoed from the door and after some instants, a masked man stepped inside. He was very tall and muscled, his hair was covered with a bandage and he was wearing a cloak that just exposed his long claws.

Roselyn felt a weird dark aura coming from that creature or whatever he may be. Like if he was followed by a black iniquitous cloud.

She moved her gaze toward John to see him so full of repressed anger that his legs began to shake and his eyes inflamed in fury. Joan groaned and only God knew what he was feeling and how much he was both devastated and infuriated to see right in front of his eyes not only the murder of this father but also the person who tried to kill his wife and him multiple times.

Roselyn swallowed down in fear. She had never seen him that mad, she was recognizing him. His teeth were sharper than usual and blood came out from his hand's palm from clenching his fists strongly.

The murderer walked toward the couple in a slow walk and at each step, he took Roselyn's heart skipped a beat. She was worried that John would attack him at any second.

"I hate traitors who reveal my real identity." The murderer gazed at the man he electrified. His voice was low but still hearable. And the sound that came out from the mask had Roselyn in shook while she dropped her jaw. It was the same voice as John.

John's eyebrows knitted down in confusion and denial. Maybe the fighting obfuscated her senses and the tiredness blurred his hearing?

John's groan became louder, his neck was red in anger as his jaw intensified empathizing his perfect sculptured face. The vein on his neck bloated and pulsed. Roselyn wondered however his veins could be so dark. Under John's eyes appeared few blue dark veins as well, emphasizing the extreme paleness of his skin.

"Hi, brother." The creature that now reached the Royal couple said with a more audible voice that sounded just lightly rougher than John's voice but still so similar that it was almost indistinguishable.

"Brother?" John clenched his teeth and breathed out in a shaky voice.

The murderer's gaze fell on Roselyn and scanned her upside down, "she's stronger than I imagined."

"Don't touch her." John threatened, and Roselyn unconsciously took few steps backward like if she was retreating. Voices came out from the murder's dark mysterious aura that only Roselyn could hear.

When the unknown creature's eyes met Roselyn those voices intensified and she felt her head exploding as the inaudible voices and noises were haunting her internally. Roselyn felt her legs giving up before falling down the floor holding her forehead in her hands and shaking it vigorously trying to drive those terrible irrepressible voices away, but in vain.

"What are you doing to her?" John's voice thundered as he tried to remain calm and not attack him already. Roselyn snuggled hugging her legs and shaking. It was like she was experiencing the anger and the pain he was in. It was terrible and at the same time, she felt pity for him.

When the creature flinched his gaze away, the voices stopped and Roselyn slowly managed to get up.

Just by looking at John, she understood his intention of attacking him, she couldn't let that happen after what she saw so she walked in the middle of them stretching her hands toward the contenders' bodies.

John's eyes narrowed, what was she doing? Did she lose her mind?

"He isn't lying," Roselyn murmured, staring at John.

"That wouldn't stop me from killing him like it didn't stop him from killing my father," John exclaimed while he glowed at Roselyn.

"Our father." The creature was rectified nonchalantly.

John was driven even madder, if he wasn't lying and if he truly was his brother then why would a son do such a terrible thing? Instead of calming him, that thought drove him even more restless and irritated.

The King took a step toward his enemy, his vision was blurred from the anger and his legs were trembling. Before he could take another step closer to the opponent, the mysterious creature's voice interrupted him.

"Before meeting your mother, our father dated another woman for a very short time. That relationship only lasted few months and one night of passion before he met your mother and fall in love with her so deeply that he forever forgot about my mother. That night probably was nothing for him but he changed forever the life of my mother as she gave life to me. The day she had me she almost died from the effort and I had never forgiven our father for having left my mother in that state. She was in love with him despite the trouble he left her in and when she told him the truth he was already married to your mother."

John's eyes filled with tears, he didn't know whether he should trust him but somehow his words hurt him like a stab in his chest.

The murderer swallowed the lump of sadness that prevented him to continue his speech, after taking a brief pause he started again, "when he rejected her and unacknowledged my illegitimate existence he offered her a job. As if that would erase his guilt."

He scoffed nervously. "And my mother moved to the castle to work for him abandoning me just like he did. She forgot about me just to work for him and your mother as a maid."

He took a long breath and when John heard that he put places together and dropped his jaw in shock and disbelief.

His brother's voice was broken, and he forced himself to continue but a scream of anger was released from the hole that the mask had in the center. "She preferred to serve him and your mother rather than staying with me and take care of me! She had never stopped loving him! You knew her and you even dared to fire her!"