The Devil's Curse.

Chapter 2 | Proceed to mourn, proceed to smile please.

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Chapter 2 | Proceed to mourn, proceed to smile please. 

"Cloud you have to eat," Elizabeth sat beside my bed again today. Today she was dressed in tight white leggings and a short leather vest with those heavy duty black boots everyone seemed to be wearing now. She hasn't worn a dress nor gown in a few weeks since the wedding. I was worried about that but there were too many other things to worry about at the same time, a dress problem seemed so trivial now.

"Where's Lucas today?" I asked softly, my voice was hoarse from my last night's session of sobs and I sipped at the soup in front of me flinching as it stung my raw throat. It was plain, watered down soup. It seemed that even the chefs were affected by this dark cloud.

"In his office – with his father, the storm washed any traces of everything away and the rain hasn't let up yet," she sighed leaning back in the wooden chair placed there yesterday. I nodded placing the bowl on the night stand beside my bed. I guessed it was actually Lucas and my bedroom now yet he hasn't slept with me yet. I don't think he's even slept at all. Another trivial problem.

"How's Gabri– father?" I didn't want to say his name but calling him my father now seemed even more painful. Elizabeth didn't react to the correction and I wouldn't dare bring it up either. Her attention turned to the window which acted as a wall in itself (which was also heavily covered with thick white curtains at the moment that were only pulled back when I wasn't alone in this room) and ignored my question.

"The same then," I sighed defeated. Again no respond. She just sat watching the storm outside. We didn't speak after that and my soup sat on the table growing cold as ice.

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"Aren't you getting sick of soup?" Valor grumbled watching me sip on my potato soup. I shook my head and he rolled his eyes. The curtains were pulled back today, even with the cold mist it gave the haunting room a bit of light. Those curtains hadn't been pulled back for a few days and I suddenly missed it. I was glad Valor was here instead of Elizabeth or Elliot too, Elizabeth didn't speak to me anymore and Elliot was always just angry. I missed the days when I was a pet and they were happy. I placed the full bowl on the side table.

"At least the rain stopped, your husbands taking troops out to look for any traces later on, they'll be gone for a few days but Lithan, the king and I will be at your side," he explained and I looked at him confused.

"Saanti's staying?" I asked shocked. Valor nodded and took my soup before he started wolfing it down. I watched him swallow, soup dripped down his chin and onto the chair. You wouldn't be able to tell that he was on the council for his manners.

"Yeah, apparently I am not trusted in the castle with you alone and they think Lithan's a few rocks short of being strong," he put the empty bowl back on the table and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.

"What does that even mean?" I asked confused. He shrugged and stood up. I guessed visiting hours were over now, no doubt he'd move to guard the room's door though. Lucas was being strict on rules of the castle, Valor was being kind and Lithan was acting as if he needed to keep me safe. Nothing made sense.

"Saanti said it, I have no idea," I smiled faintly at that and he grinned.

"So you still can smile? That's good to know, it would be a shame for my lady to loose herself to all this hell," he chuckled and I froze the look on my face. He left and I let the smile melt away as I looked outside I realized he hadn't closed the curtains. No doubt Lucas would kill him if he knew.

I swung myself out of the bed and my flinched as my feet hit the cold wood floor. I hadn't been out of bed for a while now, I didn't realize it was so cold, or maybe that was due to getting used to the soft blankets covering me with warmth.

I walked quickly over to the curtains then paused. The window showed right to the garden which seemed to have been fixed. My eyes widened, the garden had been redone with bright vibrant flowers like a blooming meadow but in the middle – right where I was married someone had planted hundreds of white roses. I couldn't stop the warmth flowing from my heart and I started to laugh. I had been so foolish, acting like I had lost my father when I was losing everyone in my mourning. My father would survive and we'd find a way to fix him as we always did to fix things.

"It will be ok," I whispered softly. It had to be I knew that.

I crossed the room to the large bathroom. After an hour of showering, washing and cleaning myself up from being in bed for weeks I felt better. I pulled on a long dark red sundress then pulled my hair into a pony tail.

I slipped on a pair of black flats and took a step out of the room and into the hall, Lithan who had been sitting on the floor playing with a ball quickly jumped up as Valor who had been leaning against the wall straightened to smile at me. I held my head high and pushed my mourning away.

"You're up?" Lithan asked sounding very lost. I nodded and gave the boy demon a slight smile.

"Did everyone leave yet?" I questioned walking down the hall towards the room I knew Grey sat with my father. I needed to see him and I needed to see if I could help, I had to be able to help somehow.

"Yes, Saanti's seeing them off and will be back tomorrow morning," Lithan stated. I frowned saddened I didn't get to see them before they left, they needed to know everything would be ok as well, but I'd have to wait a few days to do so.

The door was wide open and I stood outside the door. My father laid in the bed, his face had colour again and he looked as if he was peacefully having a nap. But angels didn't nap and the large white wings which were usually attached to his back were gone. Like they had vanished. Grey sat on a white leather chair beside the bed. She was looking over a binder of note and I didn't bother to intrude. It was clear he was still unconscious and not waking up any time soon.

"Cloud are you going in?" Valor asked causing Grey to look up at me. Her face changed into one of sorrow and hope and that lifted my spirits. If Grey had hope then it was possible for him to get better even if it was a slight chance. I looked back over at my father.

"No, there's nothing else to see," I replied with a hopeful smile thenturned my attention down the hall. For now I'd wait for my husband, foreveryone to come back and come back normal then for my father to wake up. Itwas a lot of waiting but that was all there was to do. co.5p~.