The blond maid took a long breath and after some seconds of mental preparation, she felt ready to knock on the King's room door.
"I said I didn't want to be disturbed." His voice thundered, and she collected all the courage in her body to find the voice to reply. "Miss Roselyn required me to bring you a cake. She insisted."
The maid heard him complaining in a low voice and after a few minutes of not receiving any answer; she sighed, abandoning herself at the resignation he would not open the door. She took a step in turning over.
The blond girl heard a rumor, and she turned around; the door was slightly opened.
She carefully and quietly opened the door wide enough to allow her to walk in to place the cake and the note Roselyn left on the table near his bed. She kept her gaze down and rushed out. Closing the door behind her, she took a breath of relief.
The King, as soon as she left, lifted the note and read it.
