Love Agreement With The King

Chapter 64 - Discoveries

His gaze fell on a very handsome boy, with a short hinted beard, blue eyes, and thick hair long enough to almost touch his shoulders. He could see his muscled six pack through his shirt that not by chance was tight and white to empathize with his fit shape .

As his gaze wandered on each boy, the one he spotted earlier was the one who seemed to satisfy better the description that Roselyn gave about her type.

"You." He said, pointing at the picked boy. He took a step forward and bowed in front of the King. John hesitated for a second as he was even more charming from a closer protective,he took a brief time to reflect.

He was always the most charming person in all places he visited, and seeing someone reach his incomparable standards he felt a weird feeling in his stomach.

Although his pride was trying to lead him to choose someone else, just to keep high reputation. He was sure he was the most charming guy Roselyn has ever met and maybe that new guy would make her fall for him and ruin his so well studied plan.

After taking a long breath, he hired him, anyway. Overall, if things went bad he could always kill him or fire him, well that would depend on his mood.

He gazed at that guy that seemed a prince charming, and gestured, "I will pay your visits for one month. It's for… for a lady." He scanned him upside down one more time.

The boy nodded, the King removed from his pocket a purse full of coins and headed to the owner of the local.

"You can come to my place on Thursday." The King said, giving him a last glance, a resigned tone in his voice. Walking away he kept his gaze down to the floor, not to be seen or rather recognized from the clients of the local.

That was the reason he always called women to his place, because he didn't want to risk being discovered. Yorkshire's inhabitants gossip a lot about anything, always finding an excuse to make vicious rumors fill their days. After a rushy walk he finally reached the door and walked out, using his speediness in a few minutes he was already being welcomed by his servant who opened the front door after bowing down.

He took a breath of relief when he didn't see the blond maid waiting for him. He didn't want to be forced to fire her. The time he would waste searching for another loyal maid who could keep his real nature secret would be too long, and he couldn't afford to waste any more time.

There were more important things to take care of, his father's murder, for instance.

He headed to his room and placed together all the sheets of papers and documents he was earlier studying. Opening the drawer of the desk to place those there, he found a paper that escaped from his sight when he firstly extracted the documents. It was shorter and seemed to be cut off; he looked better and noticed that the paper rather than cut it was ripped up. Probably the person who ripped it up was in a hurry or agitated as the rip took place in all the right sides of the letter.

He narrowed his eyes, hoping it may be something useful to his investigation, but there were just a few words intact from the rip.

'Hello William, or should I cal..

I am warning you, rip

you can't ignore me for…

If you don't reply to this let..

Bye, worst regards y.. '

His eyebrows lowered and pulled together even more, his lips tightened. A growl escaped from his mouth as he punched the adjacent wall, causing the knocked to bleed. Just when he finally found something that could be useful to his purpose, it turned out to be even more futile as the most important part was been ripped off.

Despite the anger that invaded his body, he tried to check if he could discover something. Maybe a symbol or a seal.

His eyes scanned the paper carefully, but nothing was found. The only things that distinguished that paper from a blank sheet was the written text.

The text!

That's what he should focus on. He began to read from the last word to the first word written.

Unlucky the letter was not handwritten, but that didn't mean that he couldn't extract informations, anyway.

By reading from end to beginning he could focus better his attention and sight on the meaning behind each word rather than the universal meaning.

Like some sort of reflex John jolted, he was ignoring what he had under the nose, the language that person used wasn't the normal sophisticated language that normal people shall use when referring to someone off not only a higher status but the King himself. The clue was right there.

The possibilities were two: the person who wrote that letter may be: a very ill-mannered, a poor one who had never been educated to know how to refer to someone of a high rank. Or it could be someone who knew him so well and be so confidential with him to refer to him like they were close.

The range of people was still vast, but at least now he got something.

He put the paper back inside the drawer of the desk, knowing very well that discovery would prevent him to sleep tightly, assuming he could even sleep at all.