[smut alert, don't read if uncomfortable]
The Royal Couple finally remained alone in the destruction and chaos that the castle was in. John took her hand and speeded toward her bedroom which was also immersed in dust and pebbles but lucky not as much as his room.
"I am glad you're okay," he said trapping her close to her by wrapping his hands around her hips. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead, his lips felt warm against her forehead and Roselyn couldn't believe they fought a whole army alone.
She opened her eyes when he departed his lips from her forehead and closed them once again when he saw him slowly leaning toward her to lock his lips on her. The kiss they shared was a slow gentle kiss, if Roselyn didn't know him enough she would have thought he might be a tender man.
He pulled her gently on the bed without departing from her lips, she sat on the edge and grabbed his neck with both her hands to push him closer.
