"I asked her to accompany me to buy the dress for tomorrow." Roselyn intervened, trying to save her friend from that embarrassing situation.
John looked at her, his eyebrow knitted. His gaze went to stare at Roselyn.
"And I told her that I..." Roselyn murmured. She couldn't think of anything.
"She asked me for advice about the activities that usually follow the wedding." The maid spoke.
The King gazed at both of them for some instant, a serious gaze inspecting them upside down until he smirked. He looked at Roselyn "you should ask me about those things." He said, his voice calmer, and he finally lifted the hand that was placed on the wall to let the maid pass.
The blond short-haired girl walked rushing like animals would do when let out their cages.
When she left, he walked toward Roselyn.
He pulled his hair back as he approached her. "I am sorry about earlier."
