When the King came back home Roselyn was waiting nervously for his return. To repress her anger and her frustration she walked back and forth around the hall. During his absence, she tried to ask servants about him and the reason behind his disappearance but they all avoided her questioning like if she was a stranger who just couldn't mind her business.
"Where were you?" Roselyn's voice became louder when she saw the door open from where the King entered nonchalantly. The servant took his jacket off glowering at the girl that was hanging for an answer.
"I was worried." Roselyn raised her voice, even more, when the King finally met her gaze but didn't spare her an answer.
"Don't worry. Clause number 12." His voice was calm and his expression was relaxed as if he was not the same person who ran out the door in a hurry less than one hour before.
