The story unfolds as a tale of forbidden passion between a merchant's daughter and illegitimate heir of the prestigious Wode family. The two had secretly seen each other often. But as their feelings for each other developed they found themselves at...
"I hate you, Alice. Get lost," Peter said in disgust.
"No, Peter. This is our child. Look, she looks exactly like you," Alice replied in desperation.
"A child? Us? A commoner like you? Why would I, a bastard, create another bastard?" He spat.
"Peter, I love you. I still do," Alice said tearfully.
"Well, I don't. From now on, we never ever met." he declared, disappearing into the darkness of the background.
"No, no..." Alice tried to run after him, clutching her baby tightly in her arms.
"My daughter, Alice," a familiar voice called out.
"Father!" Alice turned to see her father, John the Merchant.
"You are such a disappointment. You failed to do one thing you were born to do," John said to her.
"Father..." Alice replied, her voice heavy with sadness as her father faded into the dark fog.
Alice continued walking, holding her baby tightly in her arms. "Hang on, my love," she whispered.
As she continued walking, Alice saw Sir Richaud's back.
"Sir," she called out.
Sir Richaud turned, but his face was nonexistent. "It is not my child. How dare you try to fool me," he said.
Shocked by Sir Richaud's faceless form, Alice held her baby tighter.
Then, the entire Mohn family approached Alice, their faces also devoid of features. "You whore, you fooled us. Now you have to pay," they accused.
"No, no!" Alice cried out as her baby was taken from her. Suddenly, Alice found herself being burned at the stake, screaming, "My baby, my baby," as the faceless crowd watched, mocking her.
Suddenly, Alice woke up in a sweat, realizing she was in her room. It dawned on her that it was all just a dream.
Weakly, she murmured, "My baby, where is my baby?"
Cateline rushed to her side, comforting her. "Shh, calm down. You are having a childbed fever. Did you have a bad dream?"
Alice didn't answer, her head pounding and her body burning with fever. She was experiencing postpartum fever, her eyes closing involuntarily.
"Don't worry, your baby is being cared for," Cateline reassured her.
"No, please, I need my baby," Alice pleaded, attempting to rise.
"You need to rest and get well first," Cateline insisted, gently guiding Alice back onto the bed and soothing her with a damp cloth on her forehead.
Alice continued to panic, repeatedly asking Cateline about her baby's whereabouts.
In frustration, Cateline slapped Alice and scolded her, "Don't you understand you're having childbed fever? Most mothers die at this stage. Now rest, woman!"
Alice, her cheek stinging, obediently lay down, watching Cateline with a mix of fear and uncertainty. "I thought you hated me," she said softly.
"Honestly, kind of," Cateline admitted, with a laugh.
Despite the pain, Alice managed a smile, her face flushed from fever.
"Tell me about York," Cateline requested.
"It was a foggy town when I was a child. Damp and cold, unlike Castile or Galicia—" Alice's voice trailed off as she recounted her memories.
Cateline listened attentively, gently brushing Alice's hair as she lay there.
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As Alice slowly drifted off to sleep, Cateline watched over her, planting a tender kiss on her forehead. "By Fire and Water, So shall ye hear my call, Powers of birth and rebirth, Shall ye heal this lass, So mote it be," she whispered softly.
Alice in her sleep, vowed to herself that she would never allow her daughter to face any danger, promising to do whatever it takes to protect her.
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