King Henry was seated on his chair in a gazebo facing the beautiful garden in his palace. In his hand, he was holding a glass of wine while he pressed his temples lost deep in thought. He twirled the glass and took a sip before his mind became distant again. The image of Roselyn flashed across his mind making him bite his lips and curse. The whole situation had turned different from how he had expected. And never for once had he thought that his sheltered daughter would turn into a rebellious tigress. And his wife?
Thinking of her alone brought an empty feeling in his heart. Two days without seeing her felt like torture to him. His bed was cold and he ate his meals alone. It was already late but he was not looking forward to eating supper nor going to sleep. It was better to spend some time alone than to be comforted by a large comfy bed. These were the times he cursed himself for doing such a stupid thing.
