The Heiress and The Queen [Avengers Medieval Period]

𝖉 𝖎 𝖊 𝖈 𝖎 𝖘 𝖎 𝖊 𝖙 𝖊

A man hits you and apologizes, and you think it will never happen again.

And then you tell him you don't ever want to have a family, and he hits you once more. You tell yourself it's okay, what he did. Because in that way -- that part where you accept the apology is easier than addressing the root of the problem. The same way how you fix the hole of a dress with a pin or tape, rather than to sew it.

The light coming from the moon was illuminating your surroundings as you pass by the great hall, on your way out.

"Towels, m'lady, as requested." Isabella interrupted your thoughts and you immediately smiled at her.

"Thank you, you may take the rest of the night." You dismissed and she mirrored the smile on your lips before walking away.

Taking in a deep breath, you sat by the bench at the garden outside, looking down at your trembling hands that was holding the porcelain white towel, while gently running your finger tips on it's soft-fabric, and in your mind, remembered a memory, a night that you spent with a certain someone, flashing back as if it all happened yesterday, so fresh and alive yet so old.

"Did the scientist got interested to towels?" A voice came behind you and your body stiffens, mind going blank as you didn't expect her to be here. "And now she doesn't talk." Her voice was full of sarcasm which made you smile but she didn't saw that.

You took in a deep breath. "I fell on the stairs." You easily lied, and it convinced her as you heard her giggle. "I did and now I'm bleeding." You lied once more, turning to look at her, and as soon as her eyes landed on you her smile fades, now forming a small frown.

"You fell down the stairs and you hit your head?" She questioned, heart beating through her chest.

You shrugged. "Is it that bad?" You questioned, afraid what she'll say next.

Natalia slightly smiled, as she sat next to you and faced you closely this time. "No, I don't think so, atleast it's not your artery or else you would die."

You arched an eyebrow in amusement. "Since when did you became a doctor?" You teased and she playfully rolled her eyes.

"Just give me the damn towel!" She exclaimed quietly, snatching the fabric from your hands.

She positioned your head in her hands, scooting closer as she gently wipe the blood from your forehead down to your face, you keep closing your eyes when she press as a way to stiffle back the small winces, she noticed but didn't say a thing.

The silence was getting awkward so you decided to break it. "He wants a son." You stated plainly which got her attention but only half-interested.

"Who?" She dumbfoundedly asked.

You rolled your eyes. "Your father." You replied. "My husband wants a son."

She paused for a moment, catching the look on your face. "Why not give him one?" She suggested and you narrowed your eyes at her. "You love my father, right? So I don't see the problem." You just stared at her in the eye, slightly disappointed about what she said, which also a fact since it came out from your mouth that you love the man.

"I can't have babies." You admitted which made her stop with everything that she was doing. "He doesn't know that and probably wouldn't accept it." You spat. "I mean what kind of a lady that isn't able to produce any babies?! I cannot become with a child because of a life-threatening curse!"

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"Your majesty, you have a letter from Madame B." Antonia, the head of all chambermaids, informed as she enters the chancery.