King Edward (Ed Sheeran)

Chapter 8

Ok, massive shoutout to RealBadDreams who ALMOST figured out how the two books linked. I said drama bomb in the last chapter didn't I? I meant it. Those books link, but I can't tell you how. You HAVE to read The Coincidental Adventures of Edward and Emerson to understand how they link. !!!!Smut warning!!!!! Again, I know, damn I'm a dirty bean. And let us be aware of how sex in the Medieval times worked: you came in or out, you either had a weak pull out game or you were good. Sorry to be so blunt.

Chapter 8--Mirabelle

I had been in the King's private room, surrounded with own thoughts of my new found whorishness when people began running past the open door, including the guards who were suppose to be standing standby. I stopped fixing the bed and looked up, suddenly interest in what was happening.

I had hardly managed to escape his took without being seen in my night dress, which was horribly skimpy. After changing my clothed, I went to the bathhouse and scrubbed my skin raw, trying to wash off my guilt. It was not that I did not like what happened, because deep down, he had freed an untamed animal within me, but I felt as if I was committing adultery, though I was not married. I hated that parts of me that I wanted to keep buried enjoyed his touch and his attention, though I felt as if I was betraying everything I stood for.

I swore to myself to hate his entire family after my brother died, but here I was, lying with the enemy who showed me more affection than engine ever had before. I wished it was anyone but him.

Once I saw the gaurs a leave the door, I quickly left the bed the way I found it and followed the guards, along with masses of other people. "What is happening?" I demanded. Ryia grabbed my arm.

"Where were you?" Ryia asked, showing up besides me with the clothing basket that I usually use to collect the King's clothing.

"I--what is going on?" I asmed, ignoring her question.

"The king is sick." she told me. I felt my head grow cold as her word hit my like a burning arrow. I hiked up my dress and began to run, weaving through the people in the halls to find the infirmary, where the king would most likely be.

I had managed to squeeze my way into the room right before the door shut, and witnessed the king screaming in agony. His pain filled my ears, and I moved around the masses of people attempting to retained him as he screamed. His face was nearly as red as his hair as he screamed, his body reacting to the pain.

"What happened?" A medicine practitioner asked, preparing something in a glass. I watched in horror as four me attempted to hold the king down. He freed one arm and pushed a man away, sending him flying across the room with inhuman strength. The man crashed against a table and curled over, horrified, too horrified to get up.

"Make it stop!" He wailed, as two more men ran to hold down his arms and legs. "Make it stop!"

"Some witch stabbed him!" a man spoke up. He was a knight, I could tell from his attire, and it assumed it to be the king's best man when it came to fighting. But the king never talked about any of their things with me, so I did not know..

The doctor grabbed King Edward's cheeks, forcing his mouth open, which was not hard, seeing as he was already screaming. He dumped whatever was in the cup in his mouth and placed his hand over his mouth and nose.

"You are hurting him!" I screamed, unable to control myself m. Everyone turned to look at me, making my skin tickle with heat. a The doctor removed his hands and stepped back.

"I am dying," he cried, weakening. "Mirabelle? Mirabelle?"

I moved through the crowds of people and stood by his side. His eyes were partially closed and sweat glistened on his face, and his clothes were soaking wet. I was unsure of whether he could see me, or if he were looking past me. I took a leap of faith and grabbed his hand. Instead of crushing it in his grip, he held it, slipping into unconsciousness. His brother and Borin were standing besides him as well, eyes wide.