Suzanne knew that she just had to cheer Beatrice up and make her to return back to her normal joyful and happy self. She liked it as she had started smiling now unlike before when she was just trying so hard to smile. The one on her face now was genuine and Suzanne was pleased by it. Beatrice's expression was also slowly returning back to normal."Do you know the activity that we are going to engage in, Beatrice?" Suzanne asked while grinning from ear to ear.Beatrice too grinned, eager to know what Suzanne had in store for her. "I do not know what it is, Suzanne. Please tell me about it. I am eager to know," she answered.Suzanne's cheerful nature had infected Beatrice and she had lost almost all of the sad aura surrounding her. A peaceful and calm aura now surrounded her person as she looked at Suzanne in anticipation.Lucia too looked on. She had been devastated to hear about her mistress's ailment from her own mouth. She had now discovered the reason that Lady Beatrice had been sa
Alexander was overjoyed at the happiness he had seen in his wife in just less than a day of Suzanne being here. He was pleased that he had taken Mark's advice to heart and acted on it immediately. Now here was Beatrice smiling happily as if a misfortune had not just befallen her a week ago and he liked it that way. He liked it as he did not see her sad face again. The face brought him down emotionally because he would be thinking of ways to get rid of it and not succeed.He made a mental note to thank Mark and appreciate him the next time Alexander saw him because his advice had proved worthwhile. It had served he and Beatrice well and it had brought joy to their lives.Beatrice and Suzanne had first played chess yesterday and after all of them had had dinner in the chamber and Beatrice had asked Lucia to take Suzanne to one of the guest rooms that would serve as her room for the period of time that she would be staying in the keep, Beatrice had told him all about the day's events wit
Beatrice's eyes eyes fluttered open and the first sight she laid her eyes on was Alexander. Of course, she had known he would be the one that she would first set her eyes on since it was his voice that always woke her up everyday. Their eyes locked on each other immediately she opened her eyes and she looked into the deep green colour of Alexander's eyes, the beauty and pure greenness jarring her more than it ever had before. She was startled by Alexander's face and its beauty as if she was just seeing it for the first time.Beatrice was proud to call this handsome man staring down at her, her husband. His face was beautiful and artfully sculpted with its planes and ridges. His lips were shaped elegantly in a perfect bow shape. Well, it might not have been perfect to everyone but what mattered was that it was perfect to her. He has her man, the whole of him was hers and she was not ready to share him with anyone. He was hers and hers alone.Alexander looked deeply into Beatrice's eyes
Alexander did not know that his mother would feel as she did after hearing about the situation with Beatrice. She had told him that she felt betrayed because the information about Beatrice's ailment had been hidden from her. After all, Beatrice was her daughter-in-law and like a daughter to her, she said, so she wanted only the best for her."I do not like it as you withheld the information from me, Alexander. What harm could I possibly do with it if you had told me?" she queried."I am sorry about that, mother," Alexander pleaded. "I wanted to tell you and I would have later told you in due time but I was waiting for the right time to tell you about everything. I never planned to withhold the information from you. I would have told you sooner or later, mother.""Alright, I have heard you and I am no longer angry, my son but make sure you keep me informed on any developments in Beatrice's health," Lady Victoria said."As you wish, mother," Alexander conceded. "I will not hide anything
Matilda woke up with a pounding headache. She looked around and found herself in a place that looked like a stone bridge. Where am I? she wondered. Where is this place? It looks strange.The dress Matilda was putting on looked strange to her. She looked down at it. It was green, with a cinched waistline and it billowed out till it reached her ankles. It had lace trimmings on the sleeves and the hem. Even the footwear looked our of place. It was a flat sandal with ropes that were almost up to her knees.Is this a costume? Who is playing pranks on me? She thought.She tried to stand up but she could not. Her whole body ached."Who is here? I need help!" she cried out but there was no answer.Matilda tried to remember how she got here and the memories came flooding back. **********Matilda was a young woman of twenty four years of age living in Oxford city. She worked in a bookstore from the hours of nine in the morning to six in the evening. Matil
Matilda's head was reeling. She wished she could go back to that evening in the bookstore and reverse the order of events. She would not have performed the spell. She would not have thought that magic was silly and was not in existence. She could do anything to take it back. Anything at all. Now she was stuck here, back in time and she did not know any way of going back to the familiarity of her life in Oxford city.Matilda looked at the man who called himself Alexander. He was a fine specimen of a man but she sensed that he was a proud man. He seemed to think she was his wife, Beatrice who had hit her head on a stone table and lost her memory. How wrong he was! Well, she would set him straight on that."Look, I know what you think but I can assure you that I am not Beatrice and I do not know her. It was a spell that I unknowingly casted that transported me here. My name is Matilda as I told you earlier and I work in a bookstore in Oxford. You said that this is the year 1431 which mea
Matilda was skeptical about eating the food that was in the plate. Earlier on, she had stepped down from the bed and taken a look at the food on the table.The food had a strange look as was with everything in this place. It looked like some sort of porridge but it was thicker than a normal porridge. On further thought, she decided that it was meant to be like that. After all, nothing in this place looked normal.Matilda's greatest fear was that the food might have been poisoned. She also thought about the red coloured liquid that Alexander had sprinkled on the food. What if it was some type of medicine that turned her head upside down? As for the idea of poisoning, she thought about it more. Alexander had called her his wife, so he would not poison her right? Still she was determined not to eat it. Beside the wooden plate of food on the wooden tray stood a wooden cup of water.She looked longingly at the water. She was very thirsty and not even a drop of water had passed through her
Alexander slammed the door shut behind him. His thoughts were jumbled together as he headed for his chamber. On his way there, he came across his mother.Victoria Thomas was a middle aged woman of fourty and eight years of age. She was short and had a mop of brown curly hair. Neither of her sons looked anything like her. She was a sweet old lady who saw only the good side of people and nothing of their faults. On seeing his mother, Alexander came to a halt."Mother!" he called out."Allie, how is Beatrice doing?" his mother asked.Alexander grimaced. He had always hated the nickname his mother had bestowed upon him since his childhood days. Thankfully, now she only called him Allie in the presence of family only. He pondered on the response to her question. He considered telling her of Beatrice's mental state but thought it wise not to do so. There was no knowing who his mother would tell it to. Victoria had always Ahad a bit of a loose mouth."She is alright, Mother. Beatrice is ju