Chapter 4
Johnathon decided to break the silence first. "Hi. I'm Johnathon. Who are you?" Johnathon questioned. "I am known as Rosalyne. I am a servant. Sir Deebs asked me to bring you some food," Rosalyne responded. "Who?" Johnathon asked, trying to figure out if he could remember who he was. "Sir Deebs. The Knight in gold armor," Rosalyne told Johnathon. "Oh...The loud one," Johnathon inquired. "Yes, the loud one. Legend has it that he got so loud by competing in a yelling contest with a bear and winning," Rosalyne said. Johnathon rolled his eyes, "I bet he made that up. I bet he just likes yelling. Loudmouth." Rosalyne tittered. "You're funny. I have never met someone with an accent like yours. Where are you from?" Johnathon thought for a few minutes and shrugged. "Nowhere, really. I don't think you would know where it is." Rosalyne sighed disheartedly. "Probably not. I am only a lowly servant after all." A tear came to her eye and rolled down her cheek. Johnathon's mood changed drastically. "What's wrong? Was it something I said?" Rosalyne wiped the tear away. "It's not your fault. It's just...I hate being a servant. Servants don't get a very good education. The only reason I am so sophisticated is because my mother secretly taught me. My mother was and is a teacher." Johnathon thought for a while. "Well, if you don't like it here…Maybe you could help me find out why I'm here. Then you could come back to my time!" Rosalyne perked up. "You really mean it? Wait, how old are you?" Johnathon blushed. "I'm fifteen. You?" Now it was Rosalyne's turn to blush. "I am also fifteen. Has anyone ever told you that you are…cute?" Johnathon was taken aback. "Wait, you think I'm cute?" Rosalyne moved in closer. "Yes. Tell me, do you think I am cute?" Johnathon's face turned a bright fuchsia and got very, very warm. "Um, uh, uh, to tell you the truth…no, you're not cute." Rosalyne's mood fell. "Oh." Johnathon finished his sentence after being interrupted. "I think you're beautiful." Rosalyne's face brightened, even though she was astonished. "Really? You think I'm beautiful? Nobody has ever called me beautiful." Johnathon moved closer. "Yes, I do think you're beautiful. In fact, I want to tell you, I love you and everything about you: your blonde hair, your stunning beautiful blue eyes, and your astonishing smile." He moved in to kiss her…
