•Heather• "Yes. Diane is doing well," my father answered calmly. "Is that so?" Benjamin asked slowly. "Heather told me that she was sick so, she couldn't attend the wedding." My father looked at me briefly and a cold shiver ran down my spine. "That's true. Heather did offer to be in her place and since it was better than nothing, we agreed. We apologize if this offends you." I dropped my gaze to my plate and my hands began to tremble under the table. What was Benjamin doing? "It doesn't offend me. I would have appreciated a warning though." Benjamin put down his fork and leaned back into his chair. "I was surprised when I noticed that she wasn't the woman I met." "We promised your family a daughter from our household so, we figured that you wouldn't mind," my mother defended. "If that was the case then I should have met them both. I recently realized how intelligent my Queen is and I didn't expect her to be so fond of paperwork." "I apologize for her nonsense. She has a
•Benjamin• "Are you certain that you don't mind, your Majesty?" Mr. Harlow asked as he looked at me in disbelief. "Of course, I am. Why do you behave like I'm making a mistake?" "You are not. I just can't believe my ears." I laughed. "You're my father in law and it would be strange if I didn't involve myself in your businesses." "Thank you. Your kindness is highly appreciated." I hummed in agreement as he slouched over and looked down at the contract that I gave him earlier. I decided to invest in Mr. Harlow's business for relations' sake and I could see how delighted that made him. In the few hours that the Harlow's were here, one thing was clear. I didn't like them at all. They seemed like good people during the marriage discussions, but their actions now slightly surprised me. Unlike Diane, who was praised to no end, the Harlows were so eager to blame Heather or apologize for her actions. It would be easier to assume that Heather might be the problem, but the time th
•Benjamin• I squeezed the excess water from the cloth before making my way back to Heather's side. As expected, her fever had gotten worse throughout the night and she was breathing heavily as beads of sweat gathered on her forehead and neck. I wiped away the sweat from her body and frowned as I thought of what to do next. She had to take her medication but was barely awake. I put the cloth back into the basin and stared at her flushed face. Heather didn't look like she was having a peaceful sleep. She would toss and turn every now and then while looking extremely uncomfortable. I looked away from her and stared at a lantern on the wall. In the two years that the Harlows and I were closely associated, I have never heard them mention Heather. I only knew that they had another daughter when they mentioned it in passing. I neither saw Heather at balls nor when I visited the Harlow's manor. Was she keeping to herself or were they hiding her on purpose? Back to what Annie had said
•Heather• There were only two days remaining until the festival and the kingdom was filled with activity. The castle was being decorated by servants while I had to write invitations to everyone who was on the guest list for the ball that was being held here. I was excited to see how the royal family celebrated the festival. Back at the manor, we had a family dinner and danced with the community afterwards. I usually just speculated while everybody else danced because I had two left feet. As excited as I was, I was also nervous because this would be the first time that I would meet Benjamin's relatives after our marriage. At the wedding, we barely talked but this time, we would have plenty of time to interact. I looked up at Benjamin, who was seated across from me as he ate his breakfast, and debated on whether I should ask him about it or not. He would probably be shocked by my lack of royal etiquette and that made me even more embarrassed to ask. Of course, I knew how to trea
•Benjamin• Green eyes stared back at me in the mirror as I buttoned up my white shirt. It was somewhere around six in the morning and I figured that starting off early would cater best to the busy day ahead. Thinking back to the request that Heather made yesterday, I was curious to see her reaction. Most nobles - especially high nobles - would never associate themselves with the poor, especially villagers. A part of me thought that she might be doing this as lip service. Maybe she thought that she would seem more attractive or queen-like if she was a "helping the poor and defending the weak" type of person. Those type of hypocritical people annoyed me the most. They behaved like they were doing everyone a favour by being nice. No matter how many times I witnessed it, it angered me no less. Helping someone in order to brag about it and get praise from the people around you was not help. At the same time, Heather was a mystery to me. It was difficult to know what she was thin
•Heather• I was seated in front of my dressing table as I watched Annie and Bridgette move back and forth while they made preparations for the night. I had already taken my shower and my ladies bathed me in a soft lavender fragrance before applying honey oil on my skin. I had taken a pill a few minutes ago and was brushing my hair while I waited. With all the bustle that this night created, I somewhat felt like Benjamin and I were announcing that we were going to sleep together and it was quite embarrassing. Seeing that the same thing happened on our wedding night, I hoped that it wouldn't be like this every time we wanted to have sex. After finding out Benjamin's womanizing past, I was sure that he knew how to please a woman and this made me even more self-conscious. I wasn't confident that I would please him, but keeping Annie's advice in mind, I tried not to think about it too much. "My Queen," Annie called as she stood next to me, "It's time to go to his Majesty's room." I l
•Heather• I groaned softly as I turned under the warm covers of Benjamin's bed. Slowly opening my eyes, I squinted them immediately at the invasion of the soft sunlight that shone in through the open curtains. When my eyes got used to the light, I sat up and stretched my hands over my head with a yawn. I felt refreshed this morning and the slight soreness in-between my legs served as a reminder of last night's activities. Warmth filled my cheeks as I thought about how I would face Benjamin later. I looked at where he slept and my brows furrowed in confusion when I saw that he wasn't there. As much as I felt relieved, I couldn't help but wonder where he went. "Good morning, Heather," Benjamin greeted as he walked into the room from the bathroom and I looked at him. He was buttoning up the cuffs of his shirt while he would occasionally look up at me. "Good morning, your Majesty," I answered, making him chuckle. "Still on the formalities?" "I'm more comfortable using your ti
•Heather• A few minutes into the party, Benjamin and I watched the crowd mingle from our throne. Everybody was having a good time as they talked over drinks, but I was bored out of my mind. The guests could only approach us for greetings if we kept sitting here. As much as the royal family scared me to an extent, I wanted to socialize with them and show them that I was part of the family as well. I looked at Benjamin and unlike the night of our wedding, he didn't bother to smile. I could not blame him though. Given where we were seated, it was not hard to spot a few nasty glares here and there. "Your Majesty," I called, making him look at me. "Are we going to interact with the family tonight?" "Do you want to interact with the royals?" he asked, his tone heavy on the term "royals" and it felt like he was correcting me for using the word family earlier. I hesitantly nodded. "But that is only if you don't mind." "I don't." He stood up and offered his hand to me and I receiv
×Heather×I took a small sip of my tea, afraid that it would cause another eruption of vomit, and when it didn't, I sighed in relief."Is this the same one that you served at first?" I asked as I looked at Bridgette."Yes, but I added honey instead of sugar cubes. Does it taste different?"I hummed and took another sip before reaching down to rub my belly. "Not really but I can tell. The baby seems to like it." "I'm happy to hear that. Please enjoy it while you can."And I was. Ever since I entered the second month of my pregnancy, food has become a challenge. I was never a picky eater but the baby was very particular about what I ate and I would be lying if I said that it wasn't annoying. You could never get used to the feeling of vomiting out your insides.I also became very sensitive to scents so I couldn't paint anymore. The scent that I loved became one that gave ma a headache. On the bright side, I was excited to have a child. They still had a long way to go until they would be
×Heather×Dawn came quickly and we had to go into the carriage after the servants were done preparing everything. I was exhausted and half asleep that by the time the carriage started moving, I went back to sleep.This time, our journey was peaceful and quiet but for the hooves hitting the ground below. That was probably because of the large number of reinforcements that surrounded us and I was grateful that there were no complications in having them sent to us.Benjamin had calmed down even though I noticed that he had a lot on his mind. I strongly doubted that Prince Alfred would get out of this unscathed but that would mean our relations getting worse. It would also mean that I couldn't see Diane anymore.I worried for my sister and wondered if she knew about Prince Alfred's plans to attack us. And if she did, I wondered what she thought about it. Diane's hatred for Benjamin was a bit of a shock to me and I would not be surprised if that's what made her be okay with this plan, if s
×Benjamin×I kicked one of our attackers away from my sword and watched as he fell onto the ground with a loud groan."I will ask again, what do you plan to gain by doing this?" I asked as I pointed my sword at him. He spat blood to his side and glared at me without saying a word. I chuckled. "You have no idea of how lucky you are that I chose to repeat myself instead of resorting to torture." Seeing that he stood firm on keeping his silence, I drove my sword into his shoulder and watched as his face twisted in pain. This man was the leader of the group assigned to attack us. Despite knowing that the objective was an assassination, the way this was done was strange. "I know that Alfred sent you. Your silence will bring little benefit to you so, it's best for you to speak," I said."Even if I speak, I will end up dead either way," the young man answered. I hummed and pulled out the sword before driving it into his thigh. "Then it will make no difference if you speak.""Go to hell, y
×Heather×I shifted nervously in my seat as we waited for Benjamin to arrive. Prince Alfred and Diane were already in the dining room when I got here but due to courtesy reasons, we could not begin our meal with a member of the table missing.The room was quiet but for the small talk that Diane and Prince Alfred shared. They tried to involve me a few times but I was too absent minded to maintain the conversation.I looked down at the tableware as I tried to gather my thoughts together. Despite spending the night and most of my morning with Benjamin, I still could not get over the fact that he was here.He was here and even confessed his feelings for me. Benjamin and I loved each other. I could finally think and say that with confidence. I was literally floating in a cloud of bliss that I did not even care if it showed on my face. "Apologies for the wait," Benjamin said as he entered the room looking as dashing as ever in simple yet outstanding attire. "You sure took your time," Prin
×Benjamin×"I apologize, okay?" I said for the hundredth time that morning as I pulled Heather even closer to me.We were seated up against the headboard of the bed while Heather rested against my bare chest. We had just woken up but my Queen wasn't in the best of moods because I failed to keep my promise to do something about preventing any possibility of pregnancy.I pulled out the first time but everything else after that was a blur. Despite Heather being angry right now, she seemed to enjoy it when I released inside her, but it did not seem wise to bring that up now."If I get pregnant, it's all your fault," she said with an adorable pout and I failed to contain the joyful chuckle that escaped me."Well, if you do get pregnant, I will be a very happy man," I replied. "You will take care of it yourself!"I laughed. "You are not that mean.""Fortunately, I am not." She sighed and after some hesitation, she continued, "Hey, Benjamin.""Hm? What is it?""If I get pregnant and give bi
×Heather×I clenched my hands tightly at my sides. What a fool I had been, loving a man who only wanted to get rid of me. Was everything that I saw and felt from him a lie? A delusion from my expectant and lovesick heart?I couldn't even stop the tears that rolled down my face - I did not bother to hide them. My chest ached in unexplainable ways as air failed to leave my lungs. It took all my strength to keep my legs from giving out and I wondered what I did to deserve this kind of treatment. Benjamin hesitantly touched my arm but I pulled myself away from him and took a few steps back. "Heather, I apologize. I didn't mean for it to come out like that," he added quickly, frustration clearly written on his face. "Then how was it supposed to come out like, Benjamin!? If you really don't want me, just say that instead of making me go around in circles; unaware of the reality of our marriage.""That's not it. I would never not want you." "That's nothing coming from a man who is stuck
•Benjamin•I put down the document that Alfred handed to me after our discussion and looked across the table at him. If it wasn't for his clenched fist on the table, I would not have noticed that he was nervous."Before you give me an answer, please give it some more thought," Alfred said as he straightened himself in his seat. "I know that it sounds ridiculous, especially since our Kingdoms barely have connections with each other, but I need a higher achievement to give me an extra push.""Haven't you already achieved much for your Kingdom?" I asked as I briefly glanced at the papers in front of me. "Why are you going so far just to ask for my help? Or should I say, threaten me to help?""I didn't not get her Majesty to threaten you.""Then why? Do you know that what you've done has basically given me permission to have your head put in a box?"He chuckled. "I did not know that you needed permission to do that."Scott stepped forward with a deep frown etched into his features but I r
•Heather• I nervously ran my hands down the red dress that I wore as I gave myself one last look in the full length mirror. Despite its lovely fabric, I was worried that it made my pale skin stand out more. I sighed, wishing that Bridgette and Anne were here to help me to not feel too self conscious. Today was the day that Benjamin was coming to Bluet Roei and as much as they tried to hide it, the atmosphere was enough to tell how tense the Castle was. The maids scurried left and right to get things in order, the stable men prepared the horses in case they were needed for a ride and the halls got cleaned over and over despite already being spotless.I wasn't allowed to leave the room that I was put in so, I spent most of my time drawing or reading. The room was huge with beautiful cream white walls that had artificial flower decorations hung over the lamp stands and mirror. The bed was large and heavenly soft. It was also close to the window that gave a view to the apple trees behin
Benjamin•I angrily stomped into my office and failed to keep my temper under a lid. I just finished my meeting with the subjects of Lefera and as expected, things did not go well. They didn't believe me at all.Most were free enough to make stupid comments while the silent ones spoke volumes with their facial expressions. The looks in their eyes reminded me of the day after my brother's death. The day my life changed in what I could only term as a messed up advantage.The day after I traded in my humanity for a better life. A life of isolation but nevertheless somewhat peaceful. I shook my head, pushing away the fog of anger and bitter regret, and reminded myself that Edward's death was not something that I did on impulse. He deserved a fate much worse than death.A roar escaped my throat and I angrily swept everything off my desk. Why were things getting so fucked up at the same time!?Time seemed to be moving in slow motion and my patience was running thin quickly. On top of this