Love Agreement With The King

John opened the house of his castle to find the blond maid welcoming the couple with a letter. He took the letter he had been handed and when reading the name of the sender, he handed it to Roselyn.

She must have sent it before their meeting if it arrived now. She slipped out the letter and read it under her breath.

A smile bloomed on her face when she read the words that could cheer any woman invited to a marriage.

In the letter, her sister required her to be her bridesmaid. A line below caught her attention. At the bottom of the letter was written how devoted Abigail was to her, and that she wished things went differently and she had more courage to talk to her about matters that had been interfering with the tranquility and joy that shall characterize a marriage.

Roselyn sighed as her eyes kept skimming through the letters. She inferred Abigail may feel guilty for not having asked her sister for help. Although Roselyn understood her preoccupation, Sharon and their mother would have reacted badly if they knew what she had gotten herself into.

Ginevra, like many other mothers that courted their daughter at the first pocketful gentlemen they met, never talked about those matters. Any matter that was referred to \'private couple intimate life shall remain such\'. Her mother\'s voice echoed in her mind. Roselyn had a blank look on her face as memories drifted into her mind.

"Roselyn? Do you feel well?" John questioned, his gaze was settled on her face. Roselyn politely smiled, "she wants me to be her bridemaid."

He smiled, looking less surprised than she was. It was a common thing to have sisters as bridesmaids, yet Roselyn took the new with joy and astonishment as she didn\'t take it into account.

"Can you call all the maids here?" John asked to the maid that handed them the letter who remained there while waiting for the next order. When she received it, she rushed to call all the maids.

John\'s eyes thinned for a second, revealing a glimpse of bitterness as his gaze darted around the castle that seemed empty without the presence of his loyal servants that John\'s enemy exterminated.

"Our castle has an extreme need of a force field to protect the castle." He considered, receiving a nod of consent from Roselyn.

"I will recruit the best human and non-human armies to protect the castle and avoid improvise attacks." He announced to the maids that filled the hall.

Roselyn smiled to him as she nodded, just to take his hand and head toward the dining room.

After reaching the table, she lifted the chair and dragged it near him.

"Can I enjoy your company?" Her voice piqued in a question, imitating Sharron\'s tone of voice.

He exploded into a laugh as he admired her eyes roll before she sat down. He had never seen her jealous before, but strangely, he liked it. Why? He always disloathed when women became jealous throughout the years as it was a feeling he severely prohibited for being related to affection.

"You laugh now but you didn\'t laugh when you saw her walking down the stairs with that dress that left very little to the imagination." She glowered at him, as she imagined him looking at her sister, and just the thought made her blood boil through her veins.

"I just was thinking how stunning you would look with that dress on." He justified himself, trying to suppress the laugh. Hearing his response to her eyes got widened before she knitted her eyebrow down.

He poured some wine in his glass, and before drinking, he offered her a smile. As he took sips from the glass, he lifted his head, revealing his prominent Adam\'s apple and his long neck. Roselyn bit her lips when a drop fell on his lip. He looked straight into her eyes before he wiped it away with a slow movement of his long tongue that went to brush through his lips.

Roselyn\'s cheeks heated when she felt a shiver and an odd, pulsing sensation that ran from her thighs to her spine. She flinched, turning her head in the opposite direction. He smirked at her gesture. Her innocence made his playful teasing way more funnier.

"Why the sudden lack of attention?" He asked in a plastic surprise tone of voice. Like if he didn\'t know.

She bowed her head down toward the dish and took a bite of her food. After chewing and swallowing the bite she hastily replied, "hungry.".

Her gaze drifted unconsciously in his direction, making her regret the genuine gesture since he had his elbows pressed on the table. His muscles were flexing, and he looked even more sculptured than she thought he was.

"What?" His eyebrow raised while he gestured with the spoon.

Roselyn was not very good at hiding her clear attraction in his regards, since the first day she got to see his half naked body after getting out from the shower. If only his massive shoulders were awakening all her senses. She wondered what would happen when she got to see him completely unclothed.

Her cheeks blushed, causing her face to turn beet red.

He dipped the spoon on the slice of a cake, lifting the spoon slowly heading it toward his lips. He turned it vertical as he bit the cake from it before licking the crumbs sensually by turning it around at each movement, cleaning it up.

Another thrill Roselyn felt, not standing by the longing of desire that burned through every inch of her body. She stood up and finally reached him. Her right leg overridden his knees to allow her to sit on him. The shyness that always characterized her personality suddenly disappeared. He looked at her sitting on him slowly, and now he was the one having shivers ran through his spine.

He grabbed her from the hips and pushed her close. His arms easily wrapping around her thin waistline and in all her lightness he lifted her to seat her in a more comfortable position. Her hair felt like a cascade. He pulled it gently to tilt her head to the opposite side to give him full access to her neck.

His eyes redder when he locked his lips on her neck to kiss it deeply.. He felt the sound of Roselyn\'s breath quickened and his grip intensified when his kisses softly drawn a trail of wet kisses down to her neck to the edge of her collarbones.