Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Mar 9, 2009 23:30:11 GMT -5
Three days came and went mostly in a blur for me; unfortunately I'd spent much of that time in bed, either sicking up or trying to sleep and rest as much as I could. I'd heard much about the Queen, that she was not only a fair and just woman, but quite kind hearted as well, but it still meant much to me that she had wanted to meet for tea.
In all fairness, not all of the time had been spent dozing or resting. August filled my thoughts and dreams, his laughter, his touch, his kisses. I cried for him enough that my pillows seemed permanently wet; he would never know his son or daughter, would never know their own laughter... He would never know he was to be a father. Staring up at my elegantly carved ceiling, tears would fall into my hairline unchallenged as I whispered my love to him, spoke to him of how much I missed him, how much I needed him... and of how much I looked forward to the birth of our child. Our child.
My hand covered my stomach as I stood, facing the mirror now, looking at my own reflection to assure myself that I looked well enough to receive the Queen in my townhome. Paler than usual, yes, but not so much that it was overly remarkable. I'd lost weight as well, but the doctors assured me I'd gain it back again once the initial sickness had passed. Gods, I hoped so. I wanted to be able to eat fruit again without it coming up almost instantly.
Mourning August still, I wore a dark grey dress, lightly embellished, but not so little that I looked a pauper. It was a tricky business to pick out the right gown, something in silk to honor Sabrinas visit, but dark yet, little to the edging or my own jewelry. I wore still the ring August had given me the night he told me he loved me; day lilies set with sapphires. Gods I'd been so surprised... so very surprised.
Taking a small breath, I gave myself one more lookover before I left my dressing rooms and made my way down the stairs, intent on waiting there for Sabrinas arrival as was only right. The house was cleaner than I'd ever seen it, with fresh flowers adorning shelves and stands, giving the rooms a light scent; my servants knew, too, that it helped soothe my stomach... and bless them, they kept a constant supply throughout just for it. Sabrinas visit only encouraged it, and with a finer array than had been before.
Taking a seat on a gold-inlaid chair, I waited, reading a small book to help pass the time.
In all fairness, not all of the time had been spent dozing or resting. August filled my thoughts and dreams, his laughter, his touch, his kisses. I cried for him enough that my pillows seemed permanently wet; he would never know his son or daughter, would never know their own laughter... He would never know he was to be a father. Staring up at my elegantly carved ceiling, tears would fall into my hairline unchallenged as I whispered my love to him, spoke to him of how much I missed him, how much I needed him... and of how much I looked forward to the birth of our child. Our child.
My hand covered my stomach as I stood, facing the mirror now, looking at my own reflection to assure myself that I looked well enough to receive the Queen in my townhome. Paler than usual, yes, but not so much that it was overly remarkable. I'd lost weight as well, but the doctors assured me I'd gain it back again once the initial sickness had passed. Gods, I hoped so. I wanted to be able to eat fruit again without it coming up almost instantly.
Mourning August still, I wore a dark grey dress, lightly embellished, but not so little that I looked a pauper. It was a tricky business to pick out the right gown, something in silk to honor Sabrinas visit, but dark yet, little to the edging or my own jewelry. I wore still the ring August had given me the night he told me he loved me; day lilies set with sapphires. Gods I'd been so surprised... so very surprised.
Taking a small breath, I gave myself one more lookover before I left my dressing rooms and made my way down the stairs, intent on waiting there for Sabrinas arrival as was only right. The house was cleaner than I'd ever seen it, with fresh flowers adorning shelves and stands, giving the rooms a light scent; my servants knew, too, that it helped soothe my stomach... and bless them, they kept a constant supply throughout just for it. Sabrinas visit only encouraged it, and with a finer array than had been before.
Taking a seat on a gold-inlaid chair, I waited, reading a small book to help pass the time.