James cares for his country. But he worries about Isobel and that stirred something inside of him which could stir something bigger in the country.

(It is set in the olden days incase that isn't clear in my writing haha, not quite sure what year, but somewhere waaaaay far back like in the 1400s :D)


17. 17.

I stare at him for a moment. "Oh god." I whisper. 

"Isobel, do you think you might be with child?" he asks, taking my hand. 

I take a minute to think. Is it even possible to tell after a week? I think of the signs my mother had when she was pregnant with Matilda or when Elijah's mother was pregnant with Casper. They were large of course, but I wouldn't be remotely big yet. They were sick quite a lot... I was sick this morning, but I thought nothing of it. They were a lot more emotional. I cried earlier for no reason, but all people my age do that, right? And you don't have your "womanly time" as my mother calls it, every month. Mine hasn't arrived yet, but that could be for any reason. 

But it's not for any reason, is it? They all add up and now all of a sudden, I can just tell.

I just gasp and nod my head. This can't be good. I know this is an acceptable age to have a child but I am not ready. I'm still young, I can barely look after myself let alone a baby. And it isn't good that it is James'. This baby is an heir to the throne if it's a boy. Even if not, I will have to tell people who the father is and they will know about James and I and that's not good... that could start anything from an uprising to a war with another country. 

James smiles. "Hey, it's okay. It's good news!" 

"No it's not!" I tell him. "It would be good news if you and I were both just commoners, but you're important in this country. What if it's a boy? If it's a boy, it could be king. Either way, people aren't going to like that you just slept with a commoner and that you're bringing her and her bastard child into the royal family-"

"Hey, calm down!" he says softly. "We'll figure it out."

"Not everything can just be figured out, James, not everything goes perfectly."

"Well maybe this is an exception." he says firmly this time. 

"Oh my God!" I say, laughing incredulously and standing up. "You are so oblivious aren't you?" 

"What do you mean?" James asks defensively. 

"You live in this perfect world! You practically own this country! You get waited on day and night, you live in a place from a fairy tale, you can have anything you want and you didn't do anything but be born! You don't know what it's like in the real world! I have worked since I was little, I earned everything I have but a world like mine is more common than a world like yours." 

I storm off because I am too annoyed to even look at James. He calls after me but I keep on walking. Elijah is stood looking smug, his arms crossed at my door. He looks like he wants to say "I knew you shouldn't trust him." but I barge past him, knocking him out of the way with my shoulder on my way. I rush past everybody in the kitchen and run up to my room where I lock the door and curl up on the floor, sobbing. 

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