Love Agreement With The King

The chances of Felicity being a banshee were high, but Roselyn never took it fully into account. Although Roselyn always had dreamed of helping and training her daughter to develop her powers and get stronger she also was worried about the creatures in Kratez, and about how they could react to the new.

Maybe they could get scared and worried, the atmosphere was already enough tense because of Elijah.

"She had a vision," Roselyn said sighing. "She is probably a banshee like me."

John's lips curved into a smile as if he was so happy and excited by the news that he couldn't think clearly what that truly meant.

"Banshee?" Felicity, who had never heard that name before murmured confusedly.

"Yes, It means you have the same powers," Roselyn said, hinting at a smile.

John looked at Rose confused, wondering why she sounded less excited than she shall be. They had always wanted to have two sons with the same capabilities as them.

"Yesssss! I can grow plants dad!" Felicity clapped her hands and murmured joyfully.

"That's amazing!" John said smiling at her from afar, he didn't walk closer because he didn't want to make her cry again. Maybe he comprehended Roselyn, he knew how hard it was at the beginning to deal with the cons of being a banshee, to experience people's deaths, and to see what he had done in the past.

Distress grow behind him forming a lump in his throat, what if she didn't forgive him? What if she would think her father is a murder? Now he wasn't so sure if the news was so exciting as he once thought.

He cleared his voice, "Rose, darling. Can we have a private chat?" He forced a smile, remaining calm on the surface not to worry his sons. Roselyn nodded, she brought the little Felicity down and recommended to the maids to keep an eye on her as she walked into her room with John.

As soon as she remained alone with John she recognized his gaze and read the same negative thoughts which occurred to her mind.

"I am happy she is a banshee but right now it's probably the worst timing. I don't want her to repress her powers but at the same time I don't want people to fear us or feed them further reasons to consider us potential threats." Roselyn said all in a breath, she felt like she took a burden off her chest but despite that, her worry didn't stop. Her mind was immersed in a flow of pessimistic thoughts.

It was like her mind was divided into two sides, one side was happy for her daughter, Roselyn knew very well how amazing it was to have the power to grow naturally, to change the weather, to feel the link with the wind, and be bounded to nature in a new level. On the other side, she knew the cons of it, the visions, the nightmares, and the constant fear of others trying to harm you because they fear you are stronger than them.

John recognized the blank gaze she assumed when her thoughts invaded her mind and lead her in a storm of preoccupations and emotions she couldn't control.

He covered her hand with his own, making her come back to reality. When she blinked to focus her sight, John smiled.

"We can hide her nature until the atmosphere will be calm enough," John suggested but somehow she knew already that was something very hard to do. They couldn't practice without being discovered by other people, they had to practice outside, in the middle of nature and there were high chances the creatures may hear or feel them.

"We will start training her when she will be older. Maybe at 13 years old, by then the inhabitants of Kratez will trust us enough to keep the secret." John rectified once he understood his first suggestion didn't convince Roselyn.

Roselyn sighed, she nodded slowly. "Alright then. We should tell her and Elijah to keep the secret before it's too late."

After their brief chat, the couple walked out of the room and reached their sons again who were quitely drawing on the table.

"Dad are you sad?" Felicity asked as soon as she saw John walk out of the room and run to hug him.

"I am not, love." John kneeled and kissed the kid's cheek. He then picked her up and swirled around. Felicity giggled and John finally put her down.

He sat near to them and watched them draw.

He complimented their drawing and then he headed toward Roselyn who sat down on the sofa gazing at them from there.

He held her hand, "I love you so much, I promise you our child will be fine and will grow as strong as us, if not even more." He whispered, probably reading the distress and concern in her gaze.

He hated seeing her worried, it was a pain even more aching than the stab because it was something he felt right in his heart.

Roselyn smiled to him, " It's fine, I was just thinking." Roselyn forced a calm tone of voice.

"What are you thinking about?" John asked.

Roselyn met his gaze and then swallowed down, "I want to meet my father. My mom told me he once allied with banshees to help them to hide and protect them. He may know what we could do with Felicity."

John's jaw tensed, his forehead creased as he thinned his lips in a thoughtful expression. Her idea sounded great but there was one thing Roselyn had forgotten, her father was disappeared a while ago. It had been years and he never came back home, nor did he contact them in any way. They had no guarantee he was alive.

"How will you contact him?" John asked.

Roselyn took a deep breath, she was waiting for him to ask, she mentally already had a solution, a risk she was willing to take to protect her daughter, "I will link with him."