Twisted Fate - Draco Malfoy x fem reader

Chapter 36

Third person's POV:

The room was filled with Y/n's Mother's sobs that were muffed in her husband's chest. The news he had given them really took a piece of
Y/n's mother. She was more worried than she was when his Father had taken her from them.
Her body was shaking and had tight arms wrapped around her by her husband.

" I knew we should have stopped her. I knew we shouldn't have let her go, now she's going to find out what we did," Nyx sobbed drastically, her lip quivering whilst her beautiful face was full of tears. Harry tried to reassure her,
" Y/n's strong, she can get through this, she always has," They didn't get any reassurance from that at all.

Her Father began, kissing his wife's forehead and pulled away, " We need to take her words into action, otherwise she would have risked her life for nothing. We'll place every guard and every warrior we can find on the outside of the Kingdom to watch out for any suspicious behaviour," The King instructed, looking down at the large map on the table of the Kingdom with a thought expression.

He pointed to a team, " This team is our best and most powerful. We'll use them to get our daughter back. The longer she's in there, the longer the chance is that  she is dead," Draco had to refrain from getting distracted from the worry he was feeling. It was so overwhelming it made his body tremble and his breath uneven. He can't live without her. Y/n meant too much for him. She was the only thing that made him believe life was still worth living.

Suddenly, the sound of water dripping was heard as a puddle formed under Nyx's legs. She looked down in horror and shook her head in a panic,
" No, no, no, he can't come yet. He can't. I can't do this without Y/n," She panicked, but her husband placed his hands on her shoulders firmly, trying to calm her down,
" The more you panic the more worse the pain will be. I promise you we'll get her back, but for now focus on the baby, okay?" Nyx just nodded, taking deep breaths whilst walking out the hall to the bedroom for delivery.

Minutes turned into hours and Nyx had been screaming in pain for a long time. She was even heard from down the hallways of the castle. The King was stood beside her the entire time, holding her hand tightly as she screamed in pain.
There was sweat dripping down her forehead and her whole body trembled from the pain.

" What's taking so long?!" The King asked through anger. The doctors whispered amongst themselves with a nervous look, which made him to feel as if something was wrong. One nurse stepped forward, " There's a problem with the baby. It won't come out. Our best solution is to cut into the womb directly. The only problem is that it has never been done before and can fail, but if you don't, then the baby and Queen will be taken together,"

The King could barely think from all the thoughts processing through his mind. His hand around hers became a lot tighter from the news, tears forming in his eyes. The sound of hearing his beloved in pain was just to much for him to bare. He'd rather lose a limb than hear such a horrific sound come from her mouth.

" So you're telling me to pick between either saving my wife and losing our son, or losing my wife only?" The King asked with a shaky voice, the sound of it cracking was a rare thing indeed. It takes a lot to break the wall down that stopped him from showing weak emotion in front of others. Yet here he was, barely keeping his emotions intact.

Nyx spoke through pained screams,
" Do it, my love, I want my son to live,"
He tried to protest, he tried to convince her otherwise, but she was too stubborn. And time was ticking fast. He knew he didn't have much longer. So he chose.
Nyx smiled at him,
" Tell Y/n to be happy and love her life. I love her the way she is and the way she treats others. I'm so proud of her and to be her mama,"

The next thing he knew was the sound of flesh being pierced with a scalpel was heard. He had to turn around immediately, finding all the blood surrounding her and staining her white sheets made him truly break. There was so much blood. Not even a water manipulation could heal such wounds.

A few minutes later, the sound of a baby crying loudly was heard, making a sigh of relief form out of his breath. They cleaned him up and dressed him into a night blue nightie and placed him into his arms. He immediately stopped crying and fell asleep. He looked like his twin by having the same features. 

But when he looked back at his wife.
She was no longer responding, the light within her heart had gone forever like a candle being blown out. Her eyes were cold and full of nothing. It only seemed like she was in his arms a few hour ago because it happened so fast.

The King cried to many times that day. It felt like  a large piece of his heart had been ripped away from his roof and stem. The heartbreak he was feeling was like no other. It made it clench and twist in agonising ways and knowing that she  never saw her own son only added to the pain.

He leant over, tears streaming down his cheeks like waterfalls and kissed her lips one last time before her body was removed and the beds that were stained with blood was in wash.

The Queen was now dead.
Unfortunately died from child birth on the bed.