Bloody Death

June 30th

Grace awakened feeling horrible.. She was brought food, two plates, everyday since she found out the truth. She was far from normal and hated the feeling. And like Lucy had predicted, she spent most of her time with the chamber pot.. She took a few bites of her food before she felt the same feeling in her body. She felt hot all over and nauseous. She covered her mouth and ran to the chamber pot.. She threw up and Michael was beginning to get worried. He rubbed her back and dabbed her neck with a cool wet towel.

Michael: Everything will be alright Grace..

He said as he held her close. He wiped her mouth as her body weakly laid into his.

Grace: I wish everything was like it used to be..

She said as she began to slip away into a deep slumber.

Michael: And how did they used to be?

Grace: Me.. I am your servant.. The fancy language I use.. I do not want this..

Michael: What Grace?

Grace was gone and Michael began to wake her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She hadn't had a good night's rest in days.. He had awoken her and the first thing out her mouth was what she didn't have the chance to say.

Grace: The baby..

Michael: The.. The baby? You do not want our baby?

Grace shook her head. He would never understand her. She didn't want a child if it caused all this troubled for the next few months.. She wanted to be normal again and wished she hadn't opened her mouth at all. She wished she never had feelings for him in the first place. She wished they never would've laid with one another. She wished.. She wished she never knew him..

Grace: No..

She said after a while. Michael's heart shattered.

Michael: Why not?

He asked quietly with concern. Grace looked at him with tired eyes and tired to fight the sleepiness.. But then she threw up again once she shoved him away from her.. Once she calmed down, she hovered over the chamber pot and began to speak.

Grace: It hurts.. Suffering.. I hate it..

She panted as she began to spit up the nastiness of the taste that lingered in her mouth. Michael covered his face with his hands and wanted to cry.. But he didn't.. He refused to.

Michael: Grace.. There is nothing more to do.. I love you and I want this baby. Please.. If I cannot have you, at least allow me to have a child by you..

Grace continued to look down at the pot..

Michael: Show me your eyes..

She didn't budge. Michael was saddened by her spirit.

Michael: Grace.. Thine eyes a wondrous beauty. Which sharp diamonds they appear to be.. My lovely Grace, if there is no you, where is me? Woe as my soul if I lose you. A deep cut in my heart if you never come back. My lovely Grace, please.. Never, ever turn your back..

He said as he pulled her onto him. He looked down at her and dabbed her face with a cool towel before kissing her head while Lucy & Alice were dealing with hell..

Lucy: You shall not sleep with the royal family!

Alice: I can and I shall!

Lucy: You cannot continue this way!

Alice: Why not?

Lucy: Because I am your mother!

Alice became quiet for a while and then spoke..