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)


9. 9.

"Your room, my lady." James smiles, taking my hand and opening the door to a room. It is the only room on the top corridor which I didn't see when I stayed here previously. No workers are allowed on this part of the palace so James is openly holding my hand. "Or our room if you would like that."

I laugh at him and walk into the room.

I am shocked by this room. It's bigger than my entire house! There's a grand bed, double the size of the one I slept in before, surrounded by red velvet curtains. The sheets are a fine red silk with blue silk pillows. The big bay window is open letting a nice breeze come in and refresh the room. The rest of the room is decorated with royal blue walls and art and an oak dressing table. There is a nice glow in the room due to various candles and it's pretty much perfect.

"Woah." I say, walking in. I do not feel welcome here with my messy blonde curls and ripped dress.

"It's the special room." James smiles, shutting the door.

"It is, huh?" I ask, looking around.

"Come here, let's have a look at how bad you're hurt." he says quietly, perching on the end of the bed.

"I'm okay." I tell him. "It's happened before."

"And I wasn't there to check it before." James says. "Now go put this on and I'll check when you get back."

I take the clothes he's given me (one of his shirts and a pair of his trousers) and put them on. They're way too big and we both laugh when I walk back to the room, but he reassures me he will give me a nightgown soon.

"Ready?" he asks, looking me in the eye.

"Sure." I sigh.

He lifts the shirt up slightly, just so he can see all of my stomach and he winces. I frown and look down myself and it's not pretty. It has never been this bad before. I cannot even see my normal skin colour now at all as my stomach is covered in bruises, literally. No wonder it hurts every time I move.

"Isobel." James says in a gasp. "Is it always this bad? Really?" 

"No." I shake my head. "But I'll be okay."

"No, no. No this isn't healthy at all. How have you not complained? We have to get you fixed up."

I smile, pulling the shirt back down. James' hand rests on my stomach on top of the shirt and he looks at it worriedly. I rest my hand on top of his and smile at him.

"It's alright." I say and I lean forward, kissing him again. He gently pushes me away.

"Don't suffer, let me help you." he whispers.

"It will heal." I promise. "So, is this still our room?"

He smiles back. "Of course."

We lie there, underneath the silk covers. He has his arm around my waist, holding me too him. His eyes are shut and his breathing is deep so I think he's asleep, but I can't. How did I get to a place where I am sharing a bed with the prince of England? How am I slowly falling in love with him?

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