Chapter 2 – A Pain in the Night
Queen Amati sat up in постель, кровати with nausea sweeping through her body, causing her to jerk forward. The black haired woman grabbed her thin waist, as she doubled over in pain. Her breathing came out short and raspy.
She looked over at her husband who was sleeping soundly. A gentle look was plastered his handsome face and Amati wished she could have another peaceful night sleep. But those nights seemed like they were so long ago.
Amati reached for the golden goblet she had been keeping by her постель, кровати lately. She took a sip of the strong сок and forced it down her throat. It was dark green and had a strange taste. It was slightly fizzy and tickled Amati’s tongue.
Ilea had дана her two medicines. One was to be mixed in with a сок to tame the nausea. The секунда was a powder that helped her get to sleep at night. She used both frequently, for she always felt sick.
Queen Amati buried her beautiful face in her fragile hands and silently wept. The sides of her torso ached in pain. She was getting paler every day, and she was beginning to feel weak. She feared for the worst.
She hadn’t told King Harlot yet. She was waiting for the right moment to give him the bad news. Amati hoped that he wouldn’t find out on his own. He already had a lot on his mind and Amati didn’t want to add to the stress.
Sighing and clearing her mind, Amati closed her eyes and soon fell into a restless sleep.
Queen Amati sat up in постель, кровати with nausea sweeping through her body, causing her to jerk forward. The black haired woman grabbed her thin waist, as she doubled over in pain. Her breathing came out short and raspy.
She looked over at her husband who was sleeping soundly. A gentle look was plastered his handsome face and Amati wished she could have another peaceful night sleep. But those nights seemed like they were so long ago.
Amati reached for the golden goblet she had been keeping by her постель, кровати lately. She took a sip of the strong сок and forced it down her throat. It was dark green and had a strange taste. It was slightly fizzy and tickled Amati’s tongue.
Ilea had дана her two medicines. One was to be mixed in with a сок to tame the nausea. The секунда was a powder that helped her get to sleep at night. She used both frequently, for she always felt sick.
Queen Amati buried her beautiful face in her fragile hands and silently wept. The sides of her torso ached in pain. She was getting paler every day, and she was beginning to feel weak. She feared for the worst.
She hadn’t told King Harlot yet. She was waiting for the right moment to give him the bad news. Amati hoped that he wouldn’t find out on his own. He already had a lot on his mind and Amati didn’t want to add to the stress.
Sighing and clearing her mind, Amati closed her eyes and soon fell into a restless sleep.
I wrote this is five minutes. Not that good, I know.
It's in the point of view of a fire.
It's in a fireplace in a living room.
Hope Ты enjoy.
Read to the rhythym Ты would
'The Night Before Christmas'
I flickered and jumped
and sat on the logs
and watched as the human
kicked off his clogs.
The dog soon followed
and sat by his side
and they soon were asleep
and my flame soon died.
But a flicker did linger
and I wondered a bit.
When would be the Далее time
that I would be lit?
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5/4/10
It's in the point of view of a fire.
It's in a fireplace in a living room.
Hope Ты enjoy.
Read to the rhythym Ты would
'The Night Before Christmas'
I flickered and jumped
and sat on the logs
and watched as the human
kicked off his clogs.
The dog soon followed
and sat by his side
and they soon were asleep
and my flame soon died.
But a flicker did linger
and I wondered a bit.
When would be the Далее time
that I would be lit?
-starwarsfangirl
5/4/10
Ты hurt me,
Both externally,
And internally,
Ты twist a pin into my heart,
And gather my flowing blood onto a cart.
Ты think Ты can hurt me,
Just because Ты gave me money,
Ты think Ты can make my life like hell,
Just because I am the one who made Ты fell.
I wish Ты have never дана birth to me,
I wish I can expose what Ты are for all to see.
I hate you,
And I hate Ты to the heart's core,
I want Ты to hear my vengeful call.
I respect Ты because I must,
Yet Ты blame me for not giving Ты my trust.
How can I love, или trust, a person like you?
Who makes me feel I'm feebler than cotton wool?
I am forever imprisoned to Ты by blood,
For as long as I live,
The relation between us cannot be cut,
But soon I will take my leave,
Hoping that forever Ты will grieve
Both externally,
And internally,
Ты twist a pin into my heart,
And gather my flowing blood onto a cart.
Ты think Ты can hurt me,
Just because Ты gave me money,
Ты think Ты can make my life like hell,
Just because I am the one who made Ты fell.
I wish Ты have never дана birth to me,
I wish I can expose what Ты are for all to see.
I hate you,
And I hate Ты to the heart's core,
I want Ты to hear my vengeful call.
I respect Ты because I must,
Yet Ты blame me for not giving Ты my trust.
How can I love, или trust, a person like you?
Who makes me feel I'm feebler than cotton wool?
I am forever imprisoned to Ты by blood,
For as long as I live,
The relation between us cannot be cut,
But soon I will take my leave,
Hoping that forever Ты will grieve