I'm in Love With The King

Part Fifteen

The next morning the sun wakes me up. The warm light soaks the sheets and shines in my eyes. I turn over to my side and look at Peter. My thigh feels damp and I sit on the edge of the bed and remove the covers. A small area of the cream-coloured sheets is stained red.

"Oh no..." I start to tear as Peter opens his eyes and sits up.

"Josephine, what happened?" he asks, standing and walking to my side of the bed.

"Peter, I-" I start, then I double over in pain, clutching my sides and leaning back into Peter's body.

"Josephine, what happened?" he asks again.

"Peter, I-I think we lost the baby," I start to cry into his arms as he wraps them around me.

He sits next to me and places me in front of him. "Are you sure?" his eyes start to tear.

"I think so," I sob.

"I'll go get the doctor!" he tells me, kissing my head and turning to go out the door.

I sit alone on my bed and cry. My tears soak everything they touch. How could I do this to Peter? How could I loose his first child? How could I kill this unborn child? What permits me to live and this baby to die? How could life be like this? So unfair and cruel.

I look up from my tear soaked hands and see my sword hanging across my vanity chair. I stand up and walk over to the door first and lock it. My hands slide around the cold hilt. The sword sides out from the scabbard and reflects its silver light around the room. I lift it above my head and the blade comes crashing down upon the gold-plated table. Everything sitting on the table shatters to the ground. Glass shimmers on the floor and hits my legs and bounces and slides across the room. The smell of expensive flowery perfume hangs in the air heavily. I beat across the table and shatter the mirror until their is nothing left.

"Josephine! Open the door!" I hear Peter screaming on the other side of the door.

The door shakes as he and others try to break it down. My blade still crashes down on everything in sight and my bare feet sting from the glass. The hall goes silent and the attempt on the door stops. My feet ache and my arms throb but I smash and beat everything around me. I look outside only for a moment and see Peter on the balcony. I continue on my rampage as he breaks the glass of the balcony doors and enters the room.

"Josephine!" He says, coming towards me slowly.

My blade comes up then crashes down. Peter's body falls to the floor. My hands fall weak and the clanking of my blade thuds in my ears as it falls to the floor. I slowly step forward, Peter's eyes look up at me and I slowly back away. I fold my arms around myself and kneel on the floor, the glass embeds into my flesh.

"Peter," I hoarsely whisper. "Peter, I didn't mean to. I promise I would never do this on purpose."

"It's alright," he manages through his grunt of pain.

"No, no it's not," I shake my head.

Peter painfully slides over to me, clutching his bloody left arm. I slide away from him.

"Josie, come here," he gently commands me.

I inch towards him and he compromises with me and slides the rest of the distance between us and brings his good arm around me. I let my head fall onto his shoulder.

"How could you forgive me?" I cry into his shoulder.

"Because I love you," he tells me.

I sob into his shirt and look up to him as my tears lessen. He looks pained and I look at his arm. Dark blood streams down his arm and onto the floor, leaving a stretched-out puddle. I lightly touch my finger below the gouge in his arm.

"I'm sorry Peter. Let's get you fixed up," I sigh heavily.

"I absolutely forgive you Josephine. I would like for you to fix my arm," he tells me, tilting my chin up to look me in the eyes.

"I love you Peter."

He smiles and leans into my ear. "I know."

We help each other up and go down to the first-aid room. I go to open the door but am stepped in front of by Peter. I shoot him a little smirk as he pulls the door open for me. I sit him down and take a roll of bandage. This is all too familiar actions for me. I gently wipe away the dried blood with a damp cloth and carefully wrap it.

"Josie," Peter whispers.

"Yes love?"

"You should be my queen," he says.

"Aren't I already?" I question.

"Not officially, you haven't been coronated," he tells me.

"Then I should be coronated," I reply.

"Queen Josephine the Beautiful," he quietly says, running his hand over my hair.

I smile and finish wrapping his arm, "You should change your shirt love, it's ripped and bloody."

He smiles as he stands and we go back to our room and we change our clothes. The sheets have already been changed. I look over at Peter.

"Shall we go have breakfast?" He asks softly.

"Yes, that would be nice," I mutter.

I bend my head down and continue to cry. Peter's arms wrap around my body and he pulls me tightly into him. I know that everything will be alright in the arms of the King.