Caesar

CHAPTER TWO • A MERE DREAM OR MORE?

Cloaks of darkness falls upon a dimly lighted room. She lies down on the huge bed clothed with fluffy white sheets screaming her lungs out, her legs are forced wide open and various women in white surround as she lays in her own pile of blood. Sweat drops down her cheeks and tears down her eyes, her mouth opens wide and her fingers dig dip into the bed. As both liquids drop down her face, the difference between them becomes hard to distinguish. She feels the hands between her inner thighs moving deeper, she screams as they force her legs wider.

Her weak eyes move uneasily round the room from the ceiling, to mirrors, exits as the various voice utter inaudible words, her eyes drift back to the women, their lips move in sync as if they all uttered the same word. She quints her eyes, tears pouring generously, fingers digging deeper and deeper into the bed. After a while of hearing inaudible and loud voices, the voices finally become audible and clearly understood by her.
"PUSH!"
She clutches her fingers diving deeper into the wrinkled sheets beneath her pained wobbly body screaming loudly as the hands continue their movement in between her legs.

The blood drips through her thighs staining the sheets, dampening it in the redness of her blood. The mid wives hold both her legs open, some pat her back to relieve her pain. Her screams persist as she stares into the yellow moving flames.

"PUSH!" The voices harder and more forceful. She tastes the saltiness of her tears on her tongue, the pain too extreme and excruciating to bear.
"I can't! It hurts so bad!" She manages to say through gritted teeth with a breaking voice. The tears fall down her cheeks without bothering to take a rest.

"It's going to be alright...Just a little more...You wouldn't even remember the pain with the arrival of the babe!" Voices scream trying to comfort, encourage and reassure her.

She screams louder pushing with all her strength. Finally she falls to the bed, drained out of energy. The sound of a baby crying and the laughter of the mid wives persist. A huge bell is rung and her tired eyes wander, her pale lips part weakly without uttering a word.

As she lays on the bed, her eyes spot a silhouette walking into the room. He is dressed in a black robe, the golden belt fastened round his tiny waist emphasises too well how tiny they are in comparison to his chest and shoulders. As the mid wives clean her body with warm water, her eyes refuses to take its gaze off the man who just walked in.

One of the mid wives hand the new born over to him. The babe plays with the dangling golden pendant on his broad chest as he holds it in his muscular arms. A warm smiles forms round his lips, the dim light portrays his golden brown eyes which stares at her without budging then they look down at the babe, filled with something novel - warm emotions.

He chuckles humorously as he stares at the baby playing with its little hand.

A mid wife voice sounds loud;"Hwansu, That's not how you hold a child!"

Verbena jerks up, her eyes wide open, her heart beating fast as she pants loudly. Sweat drops down her face. Beneath her bottom feels moist and her eyes move down. Blood stains are all over her bed sheets and her belly is uncomfortable feeling like needles are constantly pricking it."Fuck! she is on her period!"

She reaches for the bell close to her bed and rings it. Servants rush in tending to her needs. She is handed a white cloth and a new gown is placed on the bed.

After wearing the cloth, she sits on the couch closest to the window. Looking out, rain drops fall gently on her skin. The early morning sky is dark and blank with lighter edges. As she curls her self up on the couch she hears her maids speak;
"The Hwansu has arrived at Mountaingroin!" Girly giggles follow that high pitched statement.

Her eery eyes look their way and her mouth opens slightly, her tone low and cold "One more sound...!" immediately the giggles stop and the maids hurriedly pack the stained sheet rushing out. Verbena goes back to staring at the sky while cuddling herself as she curls her petite body into a donut. The only thought on her mind was bothering and eating her up; "That was not a fucking dream...it was a premonition!"