It had been a tough night for both King John and Miss Roselyn, he had terrible nightmares about his dad dying in his arms and telling him he hated him for not having kept his promise of avenging him. He woke up in the middle of the night screaming, in a cold sweat, scaring all the servants that gathered in his room in no time to check if everything was alright. After they saw it was none less than one of his usual nightmares that haunted him after bad days, they made some herbal tea and then left his room.
Roselyn wasn't having a good time either, from the opposite part of her room. As the thought of having caught feelings for him wasn't relaxing her at all. It was like all her secures fall down. She liking him so early wasn't a thing she expected from her rational being. Her heart sank like a stone at the thought of what she may have to bear, live the whole life with someone who doesn't have mutual feelings, wasn't it worse than a life prisoner of a man who loved you?
