Roselyn went to sleep as John took care of the plants, he picked the branches and flowers to create bouquets to send to the villagers as a gift from the royal couple coming grom their garden.

After clearing the result of Roselyn testing her powers for 3 hours John finally reached her in their bedroom only to find her having nightmares and screaming in the sleep.

She was whining and sweat cold dripped from her forehead as tears wettened her cheeks.

"Roselyn!" John called her, and the lady woke up jolting.

She was wheezing, she touched her eyes to feel them soaking wet and burning for the continuous crying.

"You had a nightmare," John said stretching to get a handkerchief and wiping the tears off her face.

"Do you remember what you dreamed about?" John asked when he finished drying her face.

Roselyn smiled in sign of

reconnaissance for his kindness before she nodded. She cleared her voice to swallow the lump in her throat due to the crying, "I dreamed of Abigail, I saw her almost attacking a child. I could feel how much she wanted to kill him only to feed on his blood…" Roselyn said in a broken voice.

She took a long breath but the tight in her chest didn't dissipate. Her heart was beating so strong and her hands shook vigorously. Her vision was blurred for the eyes filled with tears yet the worst thing is that as John said earlier, she didn't recognize Abigail.

'It's just a nightmare' she repeated to herself to try to convince her mind and her heart that was only a vision and creations of her imagination.

"My warners probably conditioned you and your unconscious is playing tricks making you have nightmares," John said.

"What if it wasn't a nightmare? What if it is another one of my vision?" Roselyn asked and her breath quickened even more as her eyes filled again with tears.

"No, Roselyn. It was only a nightmare." John said trying to sound as believable as possible.

She leaned over her pillow and snuggled around him as if from his body she could seek protection.

Roselyn fell asleep in a matter of few seconds and John entwined his fingers with hers as he closed his eyes. He focused, and he absorbed all the negative energies that would cause her nightmares.

He squeezed his eyes as he kept soaking the forces of darkness haunting her, he soaked the negative energies and he put all his energy to hold back her powers that were predicting what happened to her sister. He did that all night focusing and bearing the pain only to guarantee her a soundly sleep.

When she woke up John pretended to be asleep, he heard her climbing over the edge of the bed and he opened his eyes yawning and stretching.

"Good morning." He said, Roselyn, turned around to smile at him.

"Morning, sleepy hard." She leaned toward him and kissed his lips.

"Did you have more nightmares?" John asked curving his eyebrows quizzically but Roselyn gestured no with her head.

"No, I haven't. I'm glad I didn't have more nightmares. It means it wasn't a real vision otherwise I would have saw it again." She observed and John nodded, getting up from bed and starting to dress.

"Indeed, it was a nightmare and as with every dream, you can't have it twice," John added and Roselyn nodded smiling relieved, and cheered.

She dressed herself and wore some make-up before following John and head together toward the kitchen to have a satisfying breakfast. Roselyn wasn't much hungry after the night she had yet she felt she needed an energy burst so she cut a slice of cake that one of the inhabitants of the village sent them to show their love, she also drunk some tea.

The cake was so delicious that brought her back to life in the castle and the usual breakfast they had together and Roselyn often ate cakes, back then, despite all the problems they had and the crumbling house of lies it was still better than right in that moment.

After having a very satisfied meal that filled Roselyn's belly and pleased her mouth with chocolate taste, Roselyn got up from the table to start cleaning the furniture in the house. John knitted his eyebrows probably as he didn't expect to see her cleaning or if he didn't want her to do such work. Future queens shouldn't be supposed to do the cleaning but after their fully busy days, John didn't found the time to search for maids and chefs that would take care of his residence in Kratez.

"You don't have to do the cleaning, Rose..." John said turning around to see Roselyn put her hand over a painted portrait of John and Victor. They seemed very close, they were hugging each other and laughing, joy-filled both their eyes, and somehow Roselyn felt her heart constrict.

She lifted the portrait and when Roselyn saw it his facial expression darkened. His jaw tensed and his eyebrows knitted down, he was obviously annoyed to see that portrait as if he was immersed by bad memories.

"I didn't think It would be a sore point," Roselyn said replacing the portrait to its usual position.

"I will search some maids to recruit, you're already sick. You don't have to tire yourself in such a delicate moment." John intervened pointing at the chair to indulge her to come back to the table and sit down.

John listened to him and pleased his suggestion going back to sit, she stared at him silently tilting her head to the side having John roll his eyes, "ask me about the portrait. I know you want to do it."

Roselyn bit her upper lip to suffocate a laugh, he knew her very much and he knew she was very curious about everything. He took a resigned breath and gestured to her to proceed to ask.

"Alright." Roselyn giggled, "you seemed quite happy back then I just wondered what happened since currently don't seem to bound that well.." She confessed and John took another breath this time he seemed more regretful like if he was thinking about something painful.