DISCLAIMER: I wrote this book when i was 13 and it really shows with lack of plot however if you like Edmund and Narnia please don't let it dissuade you!
𝔦𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥....
the oldest princess from the neighboring kingdom of Perpetua Aurmeun helps...
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𝕻𝖍𝖔𝖊𝖇𝖊 𝖘𝖑𝖎𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖉 𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖙 her sisters sleeping body and into her Mothers bed. Her eyes were swollen and puffy. She pulled back the covers and laid herself beside her sick Mother. Phoebe looked over her shoulder to her sister who was soundly sleeping on the chair not to far away.
Phoebe stared at her Mother, her eyes raw. Tears pooling at the corner of her eyes yet again. Ajax had calmed her back in the barn, but without his soft voice she felt everything build back up.
Phoebe wasn't like her sister, she wore her emotions proudly. She, also, was the youngest and -not that she would like to admit- was given everything she wished for. Arcturus and Phoenix envied that, whilst they had to work for the things they earned she was given it on a silver plater. The two older cousins also contributed to giving Phoebe whatever she wanted, though they quite often liked to complain about it.
"Mother," Phoebe breathed out. She watched as her Mother's chest rose and fell. "Mommy... I miss you." A shaky sigh fell into the darkness of the room. "Please... Y-"
Phoebe paused, her words not forming. A lump forming in the back of her throat. She coughed, clearing her dry throat. "You have to wake up.... I can't hold them together anymore." She scooted closer to her Mother. "It's so hard. Arcturus and Phoenix they... they are too hard headed for their own good. They never listen to me. I c-can't do it anymore." A sob wracked her body as she curled into her Mother's side. "Please wake up." The words coming out like a weak whimper.
Phoebe sobbed. She cried for her Mother. She cried for her sister. She cried for Arcturus. She cried for Mariam. Most importantly, she cried for herself.
Phoebe just wanted her mom back. She didn't care if it were crimped amount of time, Phoebe needed her Mother. She needed her guidance and love. A mothers touch.
Phoebe felt like a little girl again as she cried into her Mother's side. Not noticing how her sister crawled under the covers with them. Phoenix placed a kiss to her sisters head, wrapping an arm around her. She gently shooshed the girl. Phoebe's cries overcoming the darkness of the room. "Hush Bell, est in omnibus bene esse."
Phoebe held onto her sisters hand until the sandman sung them a precious lullaby, drifting them into a dreamless sleep.
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Bellatrix had never felt this type of ache, but she knew she never wanted to feel it again. Her bones cried and her muscles sobbed. Her eyes twitched to heavy to open them just yet.
It had been a few days since the sisters fell asleep, curled into their Mother's side. They thought a miracle would occur and Bellatrix would miraculously become the picture of golden health by the morning.
