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

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

The next morning, Alexander woke up and the first emotion that came to him was relief and then happiness. He was relieved that he had managed to convince Beatrice to go with his ideas and he was happy that the joy of love which the sad aura of these past days had threatened was returning back to them. He was pleased that they had found a common ground to agree upon yesterday. Beatrice was a simple person and she always saw reason with him. Alexander woke Beatrice up and as she woke up, he smiled at her. She smiled at him in return before a knock sounded on the door cutting them off from their loving state. Alexander went to the door and opened it to admit Lucia and the two other maids she had mobilized in. "Good day, Lord Alexander," the two maids chorused at the same time. Alexander nodded in response to their greeting before Lucia greeted him. "Good day, my Lord," she said. Alexander smiled at her, a warm smile that reached his eyes. He bestowed that smile upon Lucia because of

Alexander looked at Beatrice and saw that she was beginning to get angry. He did not expect her to be angry but he knew why she was. She did not like him to take decisions without informing her and he had done exactly that. He had not wanted to tell her before asking her sister to come because he knew that she would have told him to allow Suzanne to stay back in Chester. She did not want to disrupt her sister's life even though she needed her at this low point of her life. She would deny it when he said it but he knew that it was true. After all, she was his wife and he knew her better than anyone so he knew how she thought and how she handled her emotions. For now, Alexander reminded himself that he had to answer Beatrice's question in a pacifying manner. He did not want her to get angry further with her state in the way it was. He had to go gently with her. She did not need to be stressed in this stage of her sickness least of all by him, her husband. "My dear wife, I am sorry for

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