Chapitre 31: Heaven
"You should have told me to wear a more comfortable dress," Roselyn screamed from inside the water.
John reached her in the water, admiring the cheerful expression on her face.
"You can take it off if you like."
Roselyn shook her head, "your highness, mind your manners."
He chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. "I meant, you've got dresses in your suitcases. You can go inside the carriage and change there." He suggested having Roselyn consider his advice but gazing at the water like if she didn't want to leave.
"The sea won't go anywhere." He smiled. Roselyn walked toward the carriage the faster she could, looking almost comical for the long steps she took to reach the carriage, the faster she could.
She went there and slammed the door, harshly changing herself.
King John giggled at how innocent she seemed, reminding him of a child who never saw the sea before.
All the ladies that he brought there and that, just like her, never saw the sea before, minded themselves to keep their enthusiasm under control, as well as their manners.
She got out of the carriage and went to rush back to the water, forgiving to close the door. She wore a long vest that barely covered her thighs, exposing her pale, flawless skin.
When she ran inside splashing with her feet at each step wetting John, he for the occasion wore a blouse and some light trousers.
He gestured to protect himself from the splatter of water he received.
"Come on, it's just water. It won't kill you." Roselyn said seeing him standing on the shore far away.
The wild air was lifting her vest, but she didn't care, her body was never seen by a man before, and in different situations, she would feel embarrassed at the thought of having someone stare at her exposed skin but at that moment she knew he wasn't unattracted at her at all so she didn't mind. Moreover, the thought didn't occur in her mind as the sea was the only protagonist of her thoughts now.
The ocean was going up and down slowly, cradling her in a heavenly dance. She walked a few steps ahead when the cold iced water had her hissed at the touch.
"Don't go too far," John warned her from afar, but his voice was low, covered by the waves desegregating against the shore.
He rolled his eyes seeing she wasn't listening to him and now water reached her thighs; he reached her and stretched his arm to grab her body and pushed her behind.
"Don't go too far." He said once again. Now his tone sounded severe.
"How can people see this heavenly sight and then return to the city?"
He scoffed lightly shrugging, "it feels like this is the substance of paradise. I want to be carried by the waves forever!" She excitedly said.
"I am afraid that's not possible."
"I spent my life worrying not to be enough for my family, not to satisfy their expectations and I perceived hugely all the problems I had but now that I saw the ocean. I see how silly I was to even doubt the worthiness of myself and my problems. When they all look so insignificant now, like the drops that gave life to this ocean."
She punched the water and jolted, as she didn't expect it to splash. Wetting her face, John laughed, pushing her to do the same to him.
He slapped the water in her direction, wetting her completely.
She covered her face not to get that wet as she was worried about it getting inside of her eyes.
He stopped to play with the water to give her a serious gaze. "What?" She asked.
"Miss Roselyn Clayton." He pronounced, clearing his voice.
"Are you free to give yourself to marriage?"
Roselyn giggled, understanding his intentions. "I am, milord." She bowed her head slightly. "Will, you not love and honor your husband for the rest of my infinite life?"
Roselyn nodded, "yes, I will." Wetting her cheek and pretending to wipe off her imaginary tears.
"Good," he said, placing his arm upon her shoulders and pushing her into water. When she went up, she pushed him strongly to get him payback, but his body was unmoved.
"I command you to fall at my push," she said, frowning.
He laughed, rolling his eyes. When she pushed him again, he left his body fall behind pretending he fell at her touch, causing her to laugh aloud. He joined her in laughing while he rolled his eyes.
Then he pointed at the shore, "we should go eat something now."
Roselyn nodded. "Can we come back afterward?"
"I bet you were an unbearable child when you were young," he joked, then nodded yes as he helped her walk through the water to get onto the shore.
The coachman laid on her shoulders a blanket; she grabbed it and wrapped it around her body, she was trembling as she froze from the coldness after getting out of water. Entering the carriage, she went to pick a dress.
"My hair is wet and my makeup is not fixed. Are you sure you want to be seen around with me like this?"
He raised his eyebrow, pursing his lips looking thoughtful then he said, "if I wanted a well-mannered lady I would have picked Sharon." He said as he bit his tongue not to laugh, seeing Roselyn's expression. She opened her mouth and gave an annoyed yet fun expression on her face.
As the carriage took off, she fixed her make-up the best way she could look at herself through the mirror. "Turn around," she said, as she had her hands clenched around the soft towel. Gazing at the King who was sitting in front of her, seeming unwilling to keep his eyes off her to give some privacy and finally change.
"It doesn't disconnect me the sight." he started, "but I do.." she murmured, trying to sound less uncomfortable than she truly was.
"I have already seen your body, as you wore just a tank 10 minutes ago, but if it is what you desire, then fine." he rolled his eyes, turning around completely and giving her his shoulders.
She gasped and hastily removed her suit to wear the most comfortable dress.
"I am done." she vociferated.
he turned around.
With the towel she still held, she went to pat her hair to remove part of the water from it and went to tie it into a braid to give herself a more suitable appearance.
She didn't want to be seen like a girl who didn't care about her looks on her first day she visited the town with the King.
When the carriage stopped, she looked at the window to check the reflection of her appearance, fixing her hair one last time.
The coachman opened the door, and the King stepped out. A little farm in the middle of.... nothing was revealed, having her feel like a perfect idiot when she began questioning why he brought her there. He might be ashamed of being seen in public with her?
Cadeaux
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Power Stone 
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