Her secret nature [part 1]

Ps. I suggest you reading again the first chapter because this chapter is linked to the first one.

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"You should have came to me earlier." John said as he gently smiled.

"I knew how much she was important to your family," Roselyn admitted. The King's smile widened as he nodded no with his head, "not as much as you are."

Roselyn kept holding him. John's body felt like protection and made her look safe. As soon as she heard the maids' footsteps she backwarded since she didn't know if they could know about them yet, assuming there was even a "them".

The old maid arrived after a few minutes and kept glowering at the lady while she stepped by them to leave.

She opened the door and slammed it close behind her.

"She took it well," John joked. Rose stifled a laugh and took a deep breath.

John gestured with his hand and began to walk toward his room. As the girl followed him, she met the gaze of some maids that looked at her, either puzzled or scared, probably worried they would be the next to be driven out by the castle.

But the maid said nothing, being feared wasn't so terrible after all. At least if the maids feared her, they wouldn't dare to treat her the way the old maid treated her. Moreover, her in vain efforts proved to her they didn't want to form a friendship, so she owed nothing to them.

As John entered the room, he closed the door to share some private moment without being stated by the maids and opened the drawer, slipping out the ripped letter that has been sent to his father before dying.

"Some words are missing but I suppose the person who kidnapped you is the same person who wrote my dad this letter."

Roselyn took the letter. As soon as she touched it she felt a deep shiver ran through her spine. Her ears burned. She shut her eyes from the pain and her vision darkened feeling like she was in another room of the castle, a room she had never visited before.

Roselyn heard the echo of footsteps and saw King William's face turning pale. Her ears burned even more when she heard a familiar voice echoing in the room. She could feel William's fear arousing in his veins as his eyes widened.

She remained frozen, she was scared they could see her from one moment to another. As the voice echoed, the sound became clear, "you aren't even happy to see me. All you care is about Johnathan."

She recognized that voice, it was the creature who kidnapped her's voice.

John touched her, bringing her back to the reality. "Are you fine?" he asked worriedly.

"I saw it," she said, her legs were trembling and a terrible headache made her feel dizzy.

She reached his bed to sit down.

"Can I see the room where your father died?" she asked with a fatigued voice, but John shook his head vigorously. "Tell me first what happened to you."

How could she explain it when she didn't even understand it herself?

"I saw a scene. Your father saw someone entering, and he became pale, his breath was heavy and I recognized the voice of the person who spoke to him. It was identical to my kidnapper."

He took few steps hearing her footsteps he backwarded and terror filled his eyes, "Rose..."

"What?" she asked.

"You have travelled through time. You're more powerful than I thought. I have never seen someone like you," he commented. Roselyn didn't take it as a compliment and she frowned her eyes.

"I have to know what I am." Her voice came out as a squeak, as she was both curious and concerned about her true nature.

The concern was way superior to her curiosity, but despite this; she thought it was way better to know what she had to face rather than remaining in uncertainty.

"Are you sure? The discover of supernatural powers had driven many people crazy. Once you find out your true nature, you can't ignore it anymore. You have to face the consequences and the long journey your rise will involve. It won't be easy." His voice was low and his smile was forced as if he was concerned but tried to reassure her, anyway.

Roselyn's gaze fell on the floor. She could see her hands trembling.

She looked up at him, and she breathed out her decision.

"I think I'm ready to find out."

John nodded, even if it probably wasn't the answer he waited for. He curved his lips into another forced smile. "Okay then. Tell me when ready and we will go to the sage of the village."

"The sage of the village?"

He nodded to her question, providing her with another explanation of his: "He's a man who has the powers of finding out the true natures of supernatural creatures. He will tell us what you truly are."

"When do you want to go?" John asked after a brief pause to let her assimilate the whole situation.

After a brief consideration, Roselyn replied, "now."

John tilted his head like he wanted to ask her if she was certain about that decision, but he didn't.

He knew from experience that people were never ready to find out about their supernatural nature.

So the King nodded and offered his hand; she smiled as she took it and walked toward him. He hugged her, looking at her from upside.

"I won't let you alone in this." He whispered as he placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

After staring at each other for a few minutes Roselyn murmured to go and they walked out of the mansion, to tell the maids an excuse and recommend them taking care of the house during their absence.

In the yard of their castle, John asked her one last time, "are you ready?" He embraced her from behind, but this time his grip was tighter than the other times he carried her. Like if he wanted to protect her from something unknown.

"Yes, I am ready," Roselyn murmured, even though they both knew she wasn't ready at all.