To the love of my life, my every sense of the word, my every breath that I take, and my reason for everything, every glimpse of my life, my husband Rowan De'Medici.
You are my morning, my evening, my love, my life, my steps, my way, my hometown, my...
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Grace De'Medici - Fourth Verse
Today, in London is night. Steeped out wearing my night silk gown, I realize how it hurts to live, I wonder when years have piled, It feels like old pain, millions of thousands on the harm, that hurt them early. Sometimes, some days I miss him deeply, it feels like a knife in the center of my being and even I can't put your name. I am tired of removing these tears, holding on to these tears, and listening sounds of my tears, I want to scream into this world. I want to tell the world that I am tired, my love.
My love, my first man, I want to be your answer to your prayers, Rowan. I want to be the love you have never felt, I want you to touch me. The irony of loneliness in this world is left by anyone you love at the same time. Late nights, blurry nights, deep mind, and the loneliness gnawing inside me.
On this lonely London night, he is not on his throne, he goes to France two days ago, and the night's rain in London was not warm enough, then missed coming for a moment. My body aching, and I am feeling not really well in the past few days, I feel like there is something different inside my body, and my stomach has ached.
"Good morning, Ma'am." Greetings Kate.
"Good morning, Kate." I smile at her.
I am sitting at the dining table, having my breakfast this morning, alone. I sip my coffee latte, Kate waiting for me to finish my breakfast. My daily activities are filled with something that I like and my hobbies, going to charity, painting, and riding horses.
When I realize I feel something is not right with my body, I want to make sure is everything okay with me, or if it's true that there is something different. But one thing I believe is I am not pregnant because my husband never touches me.
"Kate, could you please help me?"
"Of course, Ma'am. How may I help you?" Ask her.
"Can you please make an appointment for me with Doctor Norman?"
"Sure. Ma'am, are you feeling not well? should I call Mr. De'Medici and inform him about it?"
"No please, I just want to do some medical check-up" I answer "And make sure no one knows about it, Katie."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"When he will go home, Kate? I miss him so much like there is no other day for me to meet him." I'm asking Kate while imagining him.
"Jason inform me this morning, Mr. De'Medici will be back tonight, Ma'am."
