"My name could be Ethan, I had always liked that name." John's brother said, before glancing at his father and his brother who gave him a quick nod.

"I like that name," John commented offering him a smile. Then he turned around to gaze at his father and stated, "there's a bed still intact in Roselyn's room. You can sleep there."

John said squeezing his eyes slightly trying not to think about what he and Roselyn did last night on that bed.

"Thank you, John," William said in a weak tone of voice and leaning over his son's body who helped him to walk toward that room.

John and his father walked toward the room and John helped him to lay down slowly and made sure to change the sheets before covering him.

"The way you looked at Roselyn, I had never seen that spark in your eyes, John," William said offering a supportive smile as he looked at him.

John nodded, his facial's expression hardened, and a glimpse of sadness in his eyes flashed. "I loved her, I really thought she was the right woman for me," John admitted sighing.

William smiled and caressed his cheeks with both his hand to cover them around his chin, "I am proud of you. I can see she had changed you and turned you into a better man."

John nodded, taking a long breath, his lips grimaced sadness as he swallowed down.

"Dad… why did you reject my bro…Ethan?" John asked, trying to change the matter, he hated to be seen so vulnerable.

"I don't know, I regretted it every day of my life. But I was too afraid his presence would cause a scandal in the village, and it would ruin your mother and my relationship." William sighed in resentment, it couldn't lie to himself. He indeed was very sorry for how things went and if he could he would travel back time to give him a chance.

"We can still try to meet each other's halfway and form the family we never had. I won't let you alone any more father." John said sitting on the edge of the bed and taking his hand.

"We will, John," William said before turning around and gently leaning over the pillow to sleep.

John stared at him and as soon as he fell asleep, he carefully got up from bed and left the room quietly.

Sharon and Ethan were in the kitchen and they were contemplating how much the castle had been destroyed, as soon as she heard John's steps approaching them Sharon lowered her voice and assumed a composed posture, "it's a shame this amazing castle had been destroyed."

It seemed like she wanted to be heard from John, who reached them and sighed, "thank you Sharon for having brought my father back to life."

He smiled genuinely, the whole situation about how Sharon was discovered to be a banshee, seemed very odd to him he had thousands of questions and doubts.

But the only certainty he had was that his father was alive, and that's the only thing that mattered now. He missed his father so much and he could barely believe he was still alive.

Sharon caressed John's shoulder before hugging him, "I knew how much he meant for you, and I had always been a banshee. I knew you were the King of Kratez and I want to help you to re-establish the order there."

John nodded, "I can use some help, but now I want to stay near to my father and protect him from any sudden attack." John said glancing at the closed door of the room where King William laid.

"He is what matters most now, then everything is superficial." He stated, his brother Ethan nodded. "I will help you.".

"Now I want some privacy if you may excuse me," John said, walking toward his room, even if it was shattered. And as soon as John entered his room he burst into tears and anger boiled through his veins, he was so mad for the way Roselyn left him. And he couldn't accept to see her walking away like that, after all, they had been through. Maybe now he understood how all the other women he dated felt when he broke up with them.

John laid down the bed, his head leaning over her hands as he groaned in a mix of sadness and anger.

He felt all his body pushing him to go ask for her and he felt his heart beating so fast and gripping inside his chest.

John tried to remember what happened inside his mind and the more he revisioned Roselyn and the way she treated him and the way she couldn't even look at him in the eyes the more the situation seemed so weird.

But maybe it was him that he couldn't accept to admit to himself that she would leave him, he would rather go blind than seeing her looking at the way she was looking at him the moment she told him she couldn't do it anymore.

***

Roselyn was left alone in the wood with nowhere to go, scared and miserable. How could her sister do such a thing to her? Leave her alone and lost without a place to go to.

A part of her wanted to go to John and tell him everything, maybe they could fight Sharon together and be back together. But another part of her was skeptical, and would rather step back instead of running the risk to kill his father.

'I can't leave him. I can't let her win.' Roselyn thought to herself. She couldn't even go home because how could she explain to her mother what happened?

Roselyn let out a scream of anger before running toward the castle. She had to try to do something. She swallowed hard, as thousands of images drifted into her mind, she thought about consequences that could occur if her sister would do what she threatened to do.

But despite the opposition of her head and despite her concerns her legs were running so fast, she wondered where she found all the energy to run if she was so tired and broken inside.

She looked up at the castle in front of her, her legs were trembling from the fatigue.

"John!" She screamed as loud as she could hoping that John would hear her from inside the castle.