The Belladonna

Chapter 18

"You'll see my face, painted in sin." - Harry 

Isabella's POV:

It's been two days since my arm was patched up. Those two days consisted of me lying in bed, eating in bed, and being fed medicine in bed. I was hardly ever allowed to actually get up and leave the mattress unless I had to use the bathroom, and even then I had to fight away Harry from walking me to and from.

It's my arm that's hurt, not my leg. I can walk just fine on my own.

But I know Harry's worried, so I shouldn't give him too much grief. Although it was funny to find out that whenever he heard me screaming from inside Dr. Gregory's office, he nearly stormed in there shouting profanities with his sword drawn. Edward said he had to be held back by three of his guards.

Only after my surgery was he allowed to find out that my screaming wasn't because Gregory was doing anything bad to me, like he had thought. 

Now, I was actually allowed to leave the room I've been stuck in the past two days. I'm still taking medicine, but Gregory says that my arm is healing very fast, considering the damage done to it. It'll take me a while to get back to where I once was with moving the arm and everything, but I was going to take anything. 

I walked out of my room with a relieved sigh, looking around to try to figure out where in the castle I was located. But...I was completely lost. I should probably wait until someone comes to get me but...

Oh well, I can find places on my own.

I begin to walk down a hallway, my arm in a sling, tightly bound to my side so it wouldn't move. Nothing looked familiar from the last time we were here, although that was a few years ago.

I turn down another hallway, looking left and right before seeing that there were only more doors down that hallway, and I backed out and continued down the previous hall, hoping that I would find my way to some stairs or at least to some people. There was nobody around right now. 

I continued to walk, making sure that I didn't move my left arm very much so I wouldn't ruin any of the patchwork that Gregory did to it. That would put me right back to step 1, which would ultimately mean me amputating my arm. So that was a no go.

After a few more minutes of walking I finally come across the room where I first met Edward. The Viewing Room, which was right next to the Throne Room. Hopefully there would be someone inside and I could get directions on where to go.

I swung open one of the doors with my right arm, going inside and looking up, seeing Queen Phillipa and a guard standing inside by the window. A relieved smile came to my face and I closed the door, getting their attention.

Phillipa's eyes lit up upon seeing me and she began to walk over to me, the big baby bulge in her belly very obvious. It was surprising she was walking, honestly.

"Oh, Isabella! I'm so glad to see you up and moving!" she says cheerfully, giving me a careful hug, which I return. "I am too. I'm sorry for causing you all such trouble." I say regretfully, knowing that if it hadn't been for me, they'd still be as happy as can be with no troubles to worry about. 

Phillipa waved her hand in a dismissive way. "Nonsense. It gave us something to do. We're glad to help out family." she says and I smile at her gratefully. "Thank you. So, when is the baby due?" I ask excitedly and a coy smile comes to her face.

"Can you keep a secret?" she asks lowly, looking over her shoulder to make sure the guard wasn't listening to us; but he was still staring out the window, apparently bored with our conversations.

I nod to her eagerly, my curiosity getting the better of me as she leaned in closer, whispering in my ear. "I'm having twins." she says and my mouth drops open. I let out a small squeal of excitement but she shushes me, both of us looking over at the guard, who was giving us a worried look.