Amy & Clark

Clark wasn't a very emotional man. Growing up his parents had continuously argued, his mother constantly drunk. Having her way with half the palace staff. His father didn't even love his mother. He loved the crown. He'd only needed her to produce Clark.

But that didn't mean he loved Clark. Clark used to hide at night with the servants, hide from his drunk mother and abusive father. He swore he would never have that. Yet, he didn't know how wrong he was.

When Clark's selection came around, he had his eyes on one girl from the start. Amy. Her beauty was radiant. Her dark hair, olive skin, and warm brown eyes made him feel safe. Made him feel at home.

But he knew he couldn't tell her that. He couldn't end up like his mother. Constantly trying to fight away her love with drink and other men. He needed to know Amy felt the same.

He asked small things of her. Made small pleasantries at her. And she did them. Each and every last one. That was when Clark knew he would marry her, but he had to pretend. To wait until the time was right.

Soon Clark began noticing Amy was always tired, always ill. Soon it bore to much for him. He needed to know what was wrong with her. And so, he took her to the doctor. Despite all her protests.

Sometimes you needed to see your loved ones safe.

When the doctor said Amy most likely wouldn't be able to have children, he knew how broken she was inside. So he left her alone for a while. To grieve for her loss.

But Clark didn't like being without Amy. And soon he caved in. And he proposed.

She said yes.

And everything was perfect for a while.

Amy was 24 when she lost the first baby. She felt as if she hadn't done her duty. Illea needed a ruler for the future, but she couldn't produce one. It had taken almost 3 years for her to just get pregnant in the first place. A miracle. But it had disappeared. Just like that.

They tried again, and again. And each night Clark would comfort her. He would whisper how much he loved her in her ears. And she knew it. And even if they didn't have children. She knew she would be satisfied.

Amy knew Clark was getting stressed. People were putting him under stress. All because she couldn't do what she was supposed too. But they still were in love.

Six months later, Amy knew the Angels had been watching them. She was pregnant again. And Clark and her were so happy. When the doctor told them it was to be a boy. They were excited. So very excited. As was the country.

When Amy felt the wetness drizzle down her leg, she knew something wasn't right. Then the world went black.

Amy and Clark wore black for the funeral. She hadn't known her baby boy. But he had been beautiful. They buried him in a place of honor in the royal cemetery. And each week her and Clark visited.

They would never forget their baby boy.

Clark was 25 when he had his first episode. All he remembered was the screaming. And he soon lost consciousness.

The doctors didn't know what was wrong with him. But he didn't want to indulge further. Nobody would know but Amy. That their king was going mad.

For the next few years life continued on. Amy getting pregnant, losing the baby, and so on. Clarks episodes continued to happen, but they were getting darker. Worse.