Love Agreement With The King

John arrived in front of the wicked Lord's house and gazed at the surrounding of the house.

His eyes tightened as he was using his overdeveloped senses to try to get a glimpse of where his new enemy may be. He heard nothing but flat calm around him.

Until…

Leaves' creaking noises made him turn around, to find a man the standing firmly behind him smirking.

"Hello John, looking for someone?"

"You can call me your highness." John replied, groaning revealing his teeth as his eyes reddened.

"It was very fun to find out your lady is also a banshee. Inside the cake I put few drops of arsenic, not that It would have killed you but maybe your beautiful wife wo..."

John's hand gripped around his neck, his flags came out from his fingers and were keeping him tight. The man lifted his chin, but his eyes widened, unfearing of the consequences and with a pleaceful expression on his face.

"Don't ever name her again," John's voice deepened, when the grip intensified.

"I'm your uncle, John. Let me go."

John frowned his eyebrows, his claws cut the thin skin, blood began to come over.

The guy's teeth clenchened in a painful expression. "You're not smirking anymore." John commented, the guy's gaze darted around, like if he was searching for someone.

"Help me," his voice whispered causing John's grip to tighten even more, blood kept coming out from the wounds the King caused.

"Who are you whispering you to?" John's voice became louder, throwing the boy's body abruptly against the ground. The man beated his head against a stone cutting his head, "Who?" his voice thundered while his eyes widened impatiently.

"A man, he said he killed your father and he was your brother… he seemed crazy but paid me a big amount of coins that I couldn't refuse the offer." He stuttered, his voice weak while his gaze slowly started to lose its nurturing light.

"Where can I found him?" John asked, but his question received no answer. He was heavily breathing but John didn't take pity on him when he began to punch his target multiple times until in few second the victim's last breath was taken.

John stood up and turned around, gazing around he raised his voice, "this is what happens to who tries to harm Roselyn. But this is nothing compared to what I will do to you." His gaze kept darting, not finding him, John groaned. He knew he was somewhere there listening to him and watching at the scene from afar.

"I hope you've got a high pain tolerance." He threatened before disappearing a second later, leaving the dead body there uncaring of who will find him or if animals will eat it.

***

Roselyn was waiting for his future husband to come back resting her face on her hands and bending over the table, she had been worrying about him since her return home.

She heard the noise of the door budging and heavy steps walking inside. She stood up and ran toward him. As she reached him she unconsciously grabbed his hand, but by touching him the very familiar sensation replenished inside her body. A strong sudden headache made her backward unintentionally, losing her balance when her vision darkened.

She saw John lifting the man's body by his neck and then throwing it against the ground like if it was as light as a feature. Just to bend over him and puch him strongly and many times leaving the person unconscious on the ground.

Blood came out of his claws, his hands were dirty with the blood and his eyes reflected all the intensity of the anger he released as they flashed a red dark evil light.

When she opened her eyes, Roselyn was shaking, she felt like she was there and seeing the victim in such a degraded state sent shivers through her spine. That was the person who scared everyone around him and now she found out why.

John reached for her hand, understanding she experienced, and saw what he did, "Rose..."

His hands were still dirty from the blood. She was unable to say anything, limiting herself to look at him with a doubtful wrecked gaze.

"Who was him?" she managed to ask in a murmur, avoiding to look at him straight in the eyes.

"He was sent by the murderer of my father because he suspected your human nature." He replied, "I saw red when I heard what he said and I couldn't…"

Roselyn gestured with her hand, and he immediately stopped to speak. "I understand you, John." She said after interruping his justification, "but you have to understand me too. I'm shaken and confused, those powers are not beneficial to me. I have yet to build the habit to experience those deplorable actions and having as a husband someone who kills is not the easiest thing." She murmured, knowing her sentence would hurt him but that was the truth.

It was hard to experience a homicide even more if committed by the person you have feelings for. But it was even harder to look at the eyes of the man you love without a shred of grief and completely emotional.

Roselyn turned around to head toward her room when she heard his voice screaming, "you knew it since the beginning."

Roselyn turned over again, glancing up to meet his gaze.

"You accepted the agreement, you could imagine I was not Prince Charming." John said, his voice seemed vulnerable like if he was enraged yet miserable.

Roselyn nodded, he was right she knew it and everyone warned her about him.

"I did. But I didn't expect to find out I am a banshee and live what you so unemphatically commit."

He swallowed down the lump of bitterness that formed in his troath, "I am sorry," he murmured.

Roselyn's lips curved up in a forced smile, "me too." a whisper escaped from her lips.

She finally turned around to walk toward her room, while John watched her go hoping that, at some point, she would turn around to talk to him.

But she didn't, at each step she took, her heart tightened a bit more, pounding in her chest like a stone.

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