A week after Suzanne and the others left, Beatrice was still missing Suzanne in her heart. She had known Suzanne only for a few days but she had connected with her beyond how she had ever done with any female before. She was looking forward to when Suzanne would come to visit her again. She wanted more of the times they had shared when Suzanne had been here.As for going to visit her family in Chester, that was another problem on its own. They would expect her to know the places and recognize the people and if she did not, they would become suspicious of her especially Sarah with her watchful eyes like that of a hawk. Since she wanted to raise no suspicions, all she could do was to remain here and wait for them to visit. She would have to come up with an excuse anytime they wanted her to visit them in Chester.Alexander had understood her sad aura following the departure of her siblings from Ludlow. He had understood that she had seen in Suzanne what she had never seen in anyone else
Beatrice woke up on the bed in her chamber feeling disoriented. She felt numb and her mind was blank. Her whole body felt to her as if it was on fire. Heat seeped from the pores in her skin. Even her whole body felt like a dead weight and she could lift her hands and legs only a few inches.She tried to think back to what had happened at the lake with Nomar but nothing came up in her mind. She and Nomar had gone to the bottom of the lake for the training session. She also remembered that her breathing had become shallow and she had begun to feel faint. As the memories of her last time at the lake came back now, the last thing she remembered of it was when Nomar carried her to the surface of the water, set her down on the ground near the lake and pulled on her clothes before the darkness descended on her. Beatrice wondered why she had collapsed and fainted. Nomar had said magic took energy away from someone but not to the extent of this. She questioned herself more and more but she co
Nomar was feeling as dejected as he could be. He had never been spoke to like that in his entire period of existence. He should not have been spoken to like that because of the power he had but he chose to let it go because everything had been his fault. He should have put Beatrice first but now it was too late. Everything had crashed now and there was nothing he could do to salvage it. There was no way he could convince Beatrice to continue with the mission after what she had lost because of it or rather because of him. She did not even want to see him or talk to him again. Now his own mission would fall too and the consequences would be dire.The King of fairies had assigned him the mission to train Beatrice in the ways of magic after she had been successfully brought here from the twenty first century and now he had failed to do so. The fairy king had stressed the importance of the mission to him and Nomar had pledged to make sure it was fulfilled. Now he had failed and he would h
The fairy speedily made his way to Alexander's office but he was stopped by a sight on the dining table. Both of the people there were seating down on the chairs, conversing in sad tones. They were Isaac and Lady Victoria. Nomar had wanted to check up on them earlier before he was cut short by his sudden trip back to Alexander's office. Now that he had seen them here he would stay and listen to what they were talking about for a while before heading on his way."It was such a sad news to us all in the keep, especially me," Lady Victoria was saying." I had always wished for a grandchild and I was this close to getting one when the fates decided to interfere in Beatrice's life. Why did they have to rob me of my first grandchild? This should not have happened to us," Victoria lamented. Isaac spoke, his voice heavy with sorrow. "Lady Beatrice has still not woken up. I wonder how she would feel when she is told of the bad news. It will sadden her greatly, that I know. She would feel grea
In her chamber, Beatrice was in pains. Nomar had betrayed her. He had not told her the truth because of a mission and now she had lost her child. To hell with the mission! Now she did not care whether an enemy army came to attack them or not. Anything could happen and she would not care about it. Her child had gone and anything could happen. It no longer concerned her. Beatrice cried and cried, her sobs choking her but she could not stop herself. She did not even want to. She wanted to continue crying in the hopes of the tears washing away the pain and anguish she felt in her heart. She cried until her complexion was red and her face was blotchy. She no longer looked like her former self at all but she did not care. What grief could do to a person could not be minimised. What would she do now? How could she go on with her life? Where was Alexander now and how was he feeling? These were the questions she asked herself continually without no hope of an answer. She hoped that Alexande
As Alexander wrapped his arms around her, Beatrice gave a whimper of pain because of the tight way he was holding her. She knew that he was trying to comfort her but with the way he was currently holding her, the pain in her body was increasing steadily. She whispered and screamed but he did not seem to get the hint. Since she could not talk loud enough for him to hear, she resorted to using her weak arms to bang on his shoulder.As Alexander felt Beatrice hitting him on the shoulder, he was at first surprised then confused. He had heard her whimpers but he thought they were ones of sorrow. He thought that she was hitting him on his shoulders because she did not want him to hold and comfort her. He did not know that her hitting him was because of another thing entirely. He decided to just pull back and ask her what the matter was."What is it, Beatrice? Why are you hitting my shoulders? Do you not want me to comfort you? Please, tell me what is going on," Alexander implored.Beatrice
Beatrice's mouth was open because of the way the news had shocked her and she tried to close it but she just could not. What type of disorder did the healer say she had? She had heard him say it and as she thought more about it, the disorder sounded strange to her. Even back in the twenty first century, she had never beard of anything like it. As Beatrice's thoughts left the ailment and focused on the health implications of it, her heart sank to the bottom. With the way Sir Richard had talked about the disorder, it had to be very dangerous. How could this happen to her after she just lost her pregnancy? What type of game was fate playing on her? She did not deserve this. She did not deserve this at all. Her face clouded over with sadness and she looked away from Alexander and Richard. When Alexander saw the way Beatrice's face displayed the sadness in her heart, he cursed the fates for playing with Beatrice's life like this. What had she done to deserve this cruel disorder? The pai
"My dear wife," Alexander muttered as he paced around the living area. "How will I comfort her now? Life has really dealt her a great blow and she is just reacting to it. What will I do now? I am really out of ideas and I do not know what to do. Who will I call for help? Who will I tell about this predicament? I will have to tell the members of this household about Beatrice's ailment sooner or later but i shall wait for a few more days to decide what to do about it."As the volume of Beatrice's sobs increased, coming from the sleeping area and filling the living area, Alexander thought hard and deep. He had searched his brain for a solution but he had not found any. What was he to do then? he asked himself. As he was about to give up, an idea suddenly occurred to him and he resolved to act on it. "This is the best idea I have gotten so far and I shall work on it," he muttered. "When the morn arrives, I shall discuss this issue with Mark and see what he thinks it. I will also ask for h