BXBX NOVEL Chapter 33 - Tattoos Attracted
After some instances of silence in which they both hoped for the King\'s safety. Finally, from the door, John entered. He was fully covered in blood. He headed strictly to another room, not minding Roselyn\'s facial expression. Which showed all the terror she felt after seeing his grisly appearance. He slammed the door where he entered from. Few minutes later water jet noises echoed from there, letting Roselyn deduce he was taking a shower.
The woman shrugged. "Maybe because he\'s more vulnerable now, and he\'s deeply loathed by all the supernatural world."
"Why shall they hate him?" Roselyn questioned once more, gazing at the door of the room as he walked in. He was very kind to her was that just a lie?
"It\'s complicated." She admitted while she gasped. "They\'ve done very cruel things to each other. But that shouldn\'t occur in your mind, you just have to be a pleasant companion and he won\'t hurt you." The woman continued showing a forceful smiled.
"He just needs love." She continued under her breath, Roselyn knitted her brows upset. Reminding all the warnings and his recommendations about not being able to love and not searching for a lady who loved him, it couldn\'t be possible that she really meant that. Maybe she didn\'t know the King so well after all.
"What are you conversing about?" A sharp voice caught their attention. So they dropped their gaze on John, who just appeared in front of them.
Roselyn held her breath at the view. His eyes fluttered in allure as they were of a deep, intense red. A thrill ran through her spine. Despite her good intentions, she couldn\'t prevent herself from not appreciating his charming. He stood in front of them with a towel tied to his hips. His hair was wet, water drops falling, wetted his impressively muscled pecs and his sculpted six-pack. When Roselyn\'s gaze lowered down through his left rib, she spotted a black tattoo. It seemed to represent a snake that coiled around a symbol.
She wondered what was the meaning behind that tattoo. She recalled all her mother\'s warnings about never getting your skin deceived unless you want to end up being alone for the rest of your life.
It was probably a backyard tattooist, as tattoos were restricted to anyone who was part of the high society. Only sailors, soldiers and convicts were allowed to get tattooed.
Among the most popular tattoos were naval themes and expressions of love. And the most common ones were written names and sets of initials, but his tattoos were completely of a unique style.
He ruffled his hair scoffing. Seeing how Roselyn seemed very interested in his body he snapped his fingers to wake her up from her hypnotized gaze. That gesture made her blink her eyes as she became red in embarrassment. "so?" He said with an annoyed tone of voice.
Roselyn looked away to prevent herself from another embarrassment.
"She asked me who that creature was." The woman said, seeing Roselyn in difficulty.
"My step-brother." He replied right away.
He turned around to find his way back to the bathroom and Roselyn\'s gaze was attracted once again from his body, precisely behind his back, which was completely covered with another huge tattoo. His shoulders were large, making his scars even more noticeable.
The silence fell into the room until his reappearance after some minutes.
This time he was wearing new clothes on. Gabriella stood up and embraced him one last time, then shook Roselyn\'s hand in a cheerful smile. "I will call men to clear your garden from ... the mess." He said as she nodded. "Pay me another visit soon!"
She recommended before they walked through the door.
"I suggest you keep your gaze up from the floor." He whispered before the door budged. Roselyn suddenly lifted her chin, concerned about what she could glimpse from the floor. Her gaze was looking at the sky.
"Wait." He also said before she stepped down the stairs. He picked her up to avoid her walking into the blood. She widened her eyes when he took her but yet didn\'t complain. He put her down in front of the carriage.
"T-t-thanks," Roselyn murmured, finally lowering his gaze on him.
He opened the carriage\'s door for her to enter then he stepped onto it right after.
"I am sorry you had to see that." He said.
Roselyn smiled lightly to let him think it wasn\'t a problem. The scene surely was shook her she had to take part in, but she tried to keep her mind away from the thought of what it could have happened if John didn\'t kill that creature.
"If you have a request, you can ask me and I will satisfy it."
"Can we go back to the beach?" she asked under her breath, a smile lightened his face hearing the words that came out of her mouth.
"It will be cold during the night," he stated, sitting leisurely.
"I have warm clothing in the suitcase and you have blankets. We can stay here when it will be late." She explained, trying to empathize with her requests with a pleading look. John assumed a thoughtful expression, then on his face formed a resigned smile.
"You\'re probably the only woman alive who would rather sleep at the cold, inside of a carriage than in Royal Castle\'s bed in warm cashmere blankets." He remarked in a voice full of sarcasm. Then he gestured with his hands, "However, if that\'s what you desire then it\'s fine." He confirmed his final verdict.
Hearing his saying, the coachman turned right to take an opposite direction.
"Thank you!" Rosalyn exclaimed. She smiled hugely.
When the silence fell, she looked through the window of the carriage when she saw a woman that reminded her of Kathy.
Suddenly, she found her mind drifting to her friend. Her heart warmed at the memories they had. But her gaze became sad. She wished she were there now.
"May I have another request?" she dared to ask as she collected her thoughts.
The King didn\'t hesitate to nod.. After what she had to go through earlier, the least he could do was satisfy her desires.