Rose Brandon- Her Mother's Daughter.

Chapter 7

4 weeks  passed. I hated being a wife, my husband was indifferent to me, the only communication I had with him was my nightly torture where I spread my self for him, while he grunted and spewed. However, I knew deep down that my nightly ordeals would end soon. I had reason to believe  that I was with child, and I knew that my husband, John , would not risk harming our child. I went to the court doctor, and asked him to check whether or not I was pregnant.
"I am pleased to say, my lady, that you are a month pregnant." I nodded, thanked the doctor, and walked out of the room, shaking. I learnt against the wall, tears dribbling down my face. I felt a warm hand on my shoulder and I looked up and saw my father, slight worry in his eyes. He put a protective arm around me and gently guided me to his chambers. He picked me up and lay me down on his chaise lounge. He draped a warm blanket over me and tucked me in. He sat beside me, stroking my brow in a very rare show of concern.
"What has happened, dear?"
"I am with child." I whimpered.
"But that is good! Why do you not want a child?"
"Because I am scared of giving birth, what if I die and leave the child all alone?" I whispered. He placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.
"If you are anything like your mother, then you will be fine. She had you when she was 14, her labor was only a few hours. Then she had Anne." His face darkened slightly. "She had Anne with no complications. Then, to be fair, she had a stillborn little girl. Then the twins. If you are anything like her, your baby will be healthy."
"But what if it's not?"I sobbed. My father made a little tutting noise.
"It will." He reassured. "Sleep. I will inform your husband of everything and tell him you are with child, whilst you sleep here." I nodded, and closed my eyes. Father walked out the room, shutting the door behind him.
Charles (Rose's father) POV
I walked down the corridor, to Northumberland's chambers. I knocked on the door; a messenger answered.
"The Duke of Suffolk." He announced as i walked in.
"Ah my father- in-law!" He said as he stood up.
"I've come to talk about Rose." I told him. His face was blank for a moment, before recognition came over this face.
"Ah. My little wife." He said.
"Yes. I just found her crying against the wall. It seems she is with child." He let out a nod of approval.
"That is good. But why was she crying?"
"She is scared of giving birth, absolutely terrified."
"Where is she? Is she okay?" He asked, slight concern in his eyes.
"In my chambers, sleeping."
"Right, well she can stay there for tonight. I have no use for her in my bed whilst she is pregnant. Tell her I wish to see her in the morning." He said, sitting back down, and continuing to write. I exited his chambers, walking back to mine.
Rose POV
I woke up, on my fathers chaise lounge, and got up. My father was not in the room. I put a hand on my stomach, remembering that there was a child nestled in there, my child. I was terrified of giving birth, but I couldn't help imagining my child. Imagining having someone to love, to care for. Maybe having a child wouldn't be so bad. My very own tiny human. I looked at the time, it was 2 in the morning. I walked out of my fathers chambers and out of the castle. I went and lay on the grass, grateful it was not wet. I looked up at the stars, seeing them twinkling comfortingly.
"What do I do, mother?" I whispered. I imagined her curling up beside me, holding me close. I began to cry, hugging my knees. I knew that my mother would tell me to hold my chin high, remember who I was, and don't let anyone see me cry. I wiped away my tears furiously. I stormed back into the castle, and into my bed chambers. They were dark, all I could make out was the lump in my bed, clearly John.
"Who is it?" His voice rang out sharply. I heard him scrabbling about, looking for his dagger.
"Me. Rose." I said, coming closer to the bed. He lit a candle and peered into my face.
"I hear we are to have a child, wife." He proclaimed. I placed a protective hand on my belly.
"Yes." I said shortly.
"Bed." He said, blowing the candle out and leaving me alone to struggle with my clothes in  the dark. I eventually got them off, and changed into a lacy white shift, slipping into bed next to John . Cold hands pulled me close, close enough to be on top of his cock. He, gripping my waist, forced me to grind on it again and again.
"John.. please. The baby." I cried. I felt him stop and push me away from him. I curled into bed, wrapping my arms around myself. He turned away from me.
"That better be a boy in there, Rose." He said coldly. I curled into myself, placing my hands on my stomach. My baby.