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)


31. 31.

I let it sink in for a moment and then all of a sudden, every question runs through my head. Who is attacking us? Is it another royal family or the public? If it's the public, surely it's the North. Why are they doing it? What is going to happen to us?

James sighs, kissing me quickly and rushing out.

"Where are you going?" I demand.

"I've got to go and fight, Isobel." he says apologetically. "You must stay here. It's the North. They'll be looking for you."

I sigh, stressed and nervous, turning to my mother. I hear lots of banging and feel the vibrating from above, but it can't reach us here underground. We're safe but James isn't. He's fighting and he's fighting to protect me. The North are here to try and kill me and my baby so that common blood isn't put into the royal family. How did I go from being an ordinary farm girl to being protected like this?

"Calm down." Ezra says, calmly and he sits me down.

"He's right, Izzy." Mother says. "If you're stressed, along with these noises, the baby won't be safe."

I try. I try to take deep breaths and calm down but I can't. I just want to be back at the farm, with Elijah and I want James to be there with us and I want us all to be safe. Most of all, I want my baby to be safe.

"We have to go to the farm." I gasp, as the baby kicks. "Please, Mother, we have to."

She exchanges a look with Ezra and they both turn to me, about to tell me no, but I interrupt them.

"Don't tell me we can't because I know there is a way we can." I say firmly, breathing deeply. The baby won't stop kicking me, he's just kicking and kicking and it's starting to hurt. "We have to. I'm safer there than I am here."

Surprisingly enough, they both agree and hurry Matilda and I up the stairs. Ezra goes to get ready to fight and a member of staff hurries the rest of us into a carriage and we ride off. We go a back way but still, I can hear the fighting and the baby kicks even more. I grip onto Mother's hand and hope that everyone stays safe.

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