Rosalyn would take a hot bath and then change into a new set of garments, afterwards she plopped down her bed and sighed in contentment. That was until her thoughts flitted back to the Knight's words. "Gain favor with the King."
Even saying it alone was enough to make a smile form on her face.
How ridiculous of a thought it was—even the King himself had said earlier that he had offered his heart to her. Although she wasn't sure if he had actually been sincere, still it was remarkable that he had the nerve to say such things to her. Rosalyn Lockhart sighed and clutched a pillow to her chest. She would bother with it no longer. Instead she took a deep breath and recounted the events that transpired differently.
Instead of breaking off her friendship with Catherine Duke. She retained it.
Despite her habit of ordering servants and people to be beheaded. She had restrained herself from it.
