King Edward (Ed Sheeran)

Chapter 12

Chapter 12--Mirabelle

Being queen became lonely without Ed, and I quickly became dependent upon him for his company. However, his company felt more like visits, and though he promised me that he would be around soon for longer periods of time, I wanted him around longer.

He's left out the door to the balcony, and as soon as he was gone, I was crying. I was crying desperately, more desperate than I had ever felt, and mind mind told me that it was not as serious as I was making it, but I could not help myself. My stomach heaved and I stood up from where I was sitting and went to the washroom and emptied myself into a pail I found.

All of the stress was making me sick. It had not been the first time I had lost a meal. In fact it had been happening for several days. Edward had been leaving, and I had been crying a losing meals. As I stare in the pail of unrecognizable food, I decided that I was time I pay a visit to the infirmary.

I exited the room and politely asked a guard to escort me to the infirmary wing of the castle so that the doctor could tell me that I should stop stressing. I walked, running my fingers over my belly, unable to stop myself from feeling miserable. I did not want Edward leaving to do whatever it was he did: killing people he told me a few days ago when I asked. I did not want him to leave out, naked, and jump from the balcony. I did not want a lot of things to take place, but they did, and I could not help them nor could I stop them. But he came back, bloody, yet in one piece each time.

The guard stopped by the infirmary and I thanked him before entering. "My Queen!" A nurse said, rushing towards me as if her life depending upon it. "What is the matter, My Queen?"

"I have been feeling a bit upset," I explain to her as she began to dust off an already clean bed. She gestured for me to lie down, so I did. "I have been losing my meals every day for the past few days."

"Are you with child, My Queen?" She asked, pressing her hand against my ore head delicately. I sat up, my heart beating rapidly in my chest. How was I to know if I was with child? The thought could not be dismissed because the king and I had been making love every night, hardly with repercussions to stop the chances of me becoming pregnant.

"It is too early to tell," I stated, but the nurse pursed her lips together.

"No. Well..." She thought very hard. "I shall return."

She walked away, leaving me with my thoughts. Did Edward want children just yet? What if the child was a girl? What if I died during childbirth and I left him all alone? All of the thoughts in my mind were horrendous, and I began to stress again.

The nurse returned with the doctor, who had a permanent look of concern drawn on his face. "Hello," he said, approaching me on the bed. "The nurse tells me that you are feeling upset, is that correct?"

"Yes," I say quietly, afraid of what it is he might say.

"Well, I am certain we can get this fixed, My Queen. Will you make water in this cup?" He asked, and the nurse handed me a cup. I glared at it. I did not want to piss in a cup! But if it made me feel better, then I would tolerate it.

"There is a washroom, but it is not very clean..." the nurse began. I laughed.

"I share a washroom with the King. In fact, I use to clean up after the King. You must not tell me about cleanliness." I took my cup I the washroom and had to remove my dress to be able to make water. It was rather disgusting, the whole deal, but when I finished, I cleaned my hands and carried the cup between two fingers back to the doctor. He did not look disturbed by the disgusting liquid in a cup, but he thanked me for it and apologized for any discomfort I might have been feeling.