How exciting...well, it is for me anyways :D
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Royal Duty, Chapter 11 - A Royal Illness
The morning light pouring through the giant windows of
Edward’s room pierced my eyelids, and I rolled over with a groan.
It was too bright, and it felt like I’d barely fallen asleep
when it awakened me.
Even with my eyes closed, it felt like it was burning my
retinas, causing way too much pain. It wasn’t until I opened them that I
realised it wasn’t just the light; my head was pounding, and my mouth was dry.
Then I remembered that I hadn’t fallen asleep all that long
ago, and I remembered the reason why: Edward’s confessions.
I turned my head on the pillow, my eyes drinking in the
sight of a pale, very still Edward. The sheets around him were soaked with
sweat; his hair was plastered to his head, and his skin was
clammy. In the short hours I’d been afforded some sleep, whatever was wrong
with him seemed to have only gotten worse.
The clock on his bedside table told me it was a little after
six, and while it seemed obscenely early to me, I knew the palace would be
stirring and that I wouldn’t sleep a wink more.
My head was wild with thoughts and emotions, concern for my
fiancé overriding anything and everything that I had soaked in the night
before. I should have been clued in that worrying for his wellbeing trumped
everything else I should have been feeling.
I’d been lied to, for years. I’d been foolish, naïve and
stupid. My life had been turned upside down by something I hadn’t had a say in and
turned again when my parents made a decision without informing me of its
consequences.
I couldn’t lock myself in the room and hate the world. I
couldn’t blame everyone for ruining my life the way I wanted to. No, some of it
was on me.
I shook my head, thoughts of children’s laughter and secret
hideaways morphing into all those stolen looks I’d caught Edward sending my way
when he thought I wouldn’t notice. All the times he’d stuck up for me with
wedding details when it seemed no one else was listening. All the times he made
me feel special in just one night at the party, despite having the onset of some
illness.
I hadn’t been blind to any of it; I’d just told myself not
to notice, that Edward was the bad guy in the whole situation. I’d been stupid.
I’d treated him like he didn’t matter, to the point where he believed that
maybe he didn’t.
Dismissing the fact that I still had the previous night’s
makeup on, my hair still pinned, and my pyjamas on, I left Edward’s suite and
made my way to Sue to enquire about a doctor.
****Should be up tomorrow all being well! :D
See you soon xx
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