Rosalinda was a bit shocked to see it was Adrian who appeared in her room, but when he sat down and asked her if they had not parted on good terms, she turned her body away and her eyes fell to her bed. "You don't remember what you did? I didn't elope Adrian........ You sent those three bandits after me with fifty gold coins and a note that asked for my death. I still have it........ The bandits placed it with my body since they thought I had parted from this world. They strangled me senseless, beat me while I was unconscious, then dragged my body over wickedly sharp jagged stones and left me in this forest to die! And it was all because of you!" She yelled angrily, turning sharply and slapping him hard across the face to the extent of where she left a lovely red handprint on his right cheek. 

Tears streamed down her face as she looked at him, rage burning in her eyes as she took out the note from her pocket and threw it at him. "What did I ever do to you!? What did I do to deserve such an unwelcome goodbye!? I....... I....... I lov-cared for you! And yet all you did was cause me pain! My family is probably dead because I was there only way to get money and to eat! My mother was pregnant with my sixth brother or sister you sick bastard! And yet they probably died of lack of malnourishment! I hope you enjoy your stay here! But unless you can prove your innocence, don't come near me ever again! I will bring you what you need, but you better not be in the room when I get there and have someone else ask me, or else your a dead man Adrain! A dead man walking!" She yelled, storming out of her room and slamming the door behind her. 

She quickly rushed down the stairs, one of her close friends seeing her tears with her reddened hand and knew exactly what had happened. They both exchanged glances, Rosalinda heading into the break room while her friend, Cook, decided to speak to this man who had upset her so much. She walked up the stairs to Rosalinda's room, opening the door and finding Adrian luckily still there. She sighed, walking over to the boy and sitting her plump body down beside him. "Boy........ You really fucked up, didn't you? I haven't seen Rosalinda this upset since she first came here. Poor girl had been lost in the woods for days, and no one knows how she survived such amount of blood loss. Larzarus took care of her physically, but time hasn't healed her broken heart......... She must've really cared about you....... She never gets that upset for anyone........ I'm going to go talk to her, see what I can do to help you Adrian....... But you better find a way to amend this thing with her......... The last guy who got on her really bad side ended up being found by Lazarus in his bed, his throat slit with what seemed to be a knife. They have yet to prove it was her, but I know it was her. So you better do something boy. I'd hate to see that pretty face go to waste." She told him, closing the door gently behind her before heading down the stairs.

She found Rosalinda in the back room, pricking herself with her large embroidery needle. Cook quickly pulled it away, Rosalinda pouting and starting to cry again. "Oh dear....... He really did a number on you, didn't he?" Cook asked her, Rosalinda crying even harder than before. "He was my best friend....... I cared for him when he got this rare illness when nobody would go near him....... I helped his mother while he was training to become the kings advisor........ I........ I loved him! And he spat on me like I was nothing! And yet....... I feel heartache like I still care for him....... Why?" Rosalinda asked Cook, the woman rubbing her back while she held Rosalinda close as if she were still the 15 year old girl who had first come here. 

"Darling........ I don't know why....... But you might not be over him........" Cook said, Rosalinda looking into her eyes which held a despair that no one should ever know. "Here's what I'll do. I'll save some dinner, and once everyone has sat down to dinner, I'll bring up a nice big bowl of stew for you...... And I'll sneak up an extra loaf of bread and some ale to help the pain go away....... Just stop crying...... Okay?" Cook asked, Rosalinda smiling and hugging Cook. "You did always know how to make me better through food!" Rosalinda said with a laugh, standing up before heading outside. She gave Adrian an angry look as he passed by her on the stairs, turning up her nose and walking away. 

Cook gave him a look that meant she had tried, motioning for him to come close to talk to her. Once he was beside her she moved her mouth near his ear and whispered, "I promised Rosalinda that after everyone had sat down and started to eat that I'd bring her up some food and ale. If you can think of a way to end this never ending argument, I'll let you being her up everything. You'll have to get her to drink the ale though, she's usually calmer once she drinks it. After that, that'll be your chance to mend things. Good luck!" Cook then headed towards the kitchen, swearing she smelt burning bread.