Love Agreement With The King

Roselyn tossed and turned in her bed, she was blabbering something as she kept her eyes shut.

John woke up and called her to wake her up but she didn't hear him, even when he shook her, it was like she couldn't feel her body and she was immersed in her dream.

"Rose!" John kept calling but she didn't give any sign she could hear him. She kept tossing and turning.

She was dreaming of her father, he visited her in her house and she introduced her kids to him when suddenly he stretched his arm and threw a fireball at them killing her sons.

She couldn't move to help them, she was frozen although she tried to move every muscle of her body.

She had that nightmare over and over.

Roselyn was sweating coldly, her cheeks heated and her breath shortened. She was so agitated that the sheets fell on the floor and John had to stand up from the bed as she kept kicking and pushing him in her sleep.

"Roselyn, it's not real, it's a nightmare," John whispered, but again she didn't hear him.

He couldn't scream louder, he didn't want to wake his kids, it was probably the middle of the night.

All of a sudden, Roselyn froze. She remained still for some seconds and her breathing calmed down, John took a breath of relief, and he laid down on the bed again.

But right when he closed her eyes, Roselyn began to turn and toss again.

This time she was having a vision, her father linked with her but she couldn't see his face, her sight only got access to his legs and chest.

Her father turned around and walked away, Roselyn's legs could move so she followed him.

He leaded her in a wood, so many other banshees there

Somehow, despite their human appearance, Roselyn knew without any doubt there were banshees.

"They are all the banshees I had tried to help and save from the brutality of both supernatural creatures and humans."

Roselyn traveled her gaze through the wood, so many more banshees appeared and stared at her.

He snapped his fingers and almost all of them disappeared. Only a few ones were left.

"Those are the ones I successfully saved."

At that sentence, a shiver ran through her spine and she felt her heart tightening in her chest so hard that she couldn't breathe anymore.

She gasped in her lips, her hands clenched to hold the sheets. Her eyes narrowed.

"This is going to happen again. They are coming for you."

Roselyn shut her eyes open and woke up, her hand was immediately placed on her chest, she still felt tight on her breast.

She got paler and was looking around the room deadly scared.

"What happened?" John asked. He caressed her cheek and then pulled his fingers in her hair.

"It was just a nightmare."

Roselyn shook her head, the first dream she had was a nightmare but the second one was a vision of the future and she knew it.

"It wasn't a nightmare. It was a vision." Roselyn said in a low voice, she could barely speak as her mouth was so dry and the lump in her throat impeded her to raise her voice.

"What did you see?" John asked, his other hand went to touch her forehead, it was so hot.

Roselyn swallowed down, she was shivering.

"Your forehead is hot, Roselyn you probably have a fever," John said, he fixed her sheets.

"Don't move," he whispered.

He rushed away and came back a few seconds later carrying ice and water.

He helped her to drink and then wrapped the ice in the towels and put it on her forehead.

"I don't want to sleep anymore," Roselyn shook her head, afraid of having a new vision.

His father came back and he linked in her sleep to let her know she was in danger. It was too much of a coincidence not to be worried.

"What did you see, Rose?" John asked again, but Rose kept shaking her head.

"Fine, love. Sorry I didn't want to insist. Do you want me to talk to you? I can make up a story or sing you a song?"

Roselyn hinted at a smile, if she didn't have such a headache she would probably explode in laughs and hug him for how cute his thoughts were.

"Nobody ever sang to me," she whispered, she could barely keep her eyes open.

"I will sing then," John said, he cleared his voice and took a deep breath.

He started to sing a song his mother used to sing for him when he was a kid.

Roselyn couldn't refrain from her laughs, even if his gesture was genuine and Roselyn appreciated it, he was out of tune.

Roselyn fell asleep in a few minutes, while John held her hand and focused to absorb any negative emotions she was feeling and calm her down.

He also focused to prevent her from having more visions.

When she woke up, six hours later her forehead was less hot than before but she had still a fever.

John didn't leave her room, he asked the maids to wake up the kids and make them have breakfast.

He was still covering her hand with his own so that he could feel if she was going to have a vision and he would try to stop them.

Roselyn slowly opened her eyes, she was drained out of energy, her legs felt so tired and heavy to move.

"You have to…"

John intervened before Roselyn could finish the sentence, "the kids are with the maids, I want to make sure you feel better before I leave you alone."

Roselyn sighed, "I slept well, I had a vision… it was my father warning me I was in danger."

John frowned his forehead.

Roselyn continued, "it was like he was warning me about people, he made me see all the banshees who died despite his efforts to save them."