Chapter 30 book 3 is live
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Two Prophecies, Fulfilled:
“She’s gotten worse the last day or two,” said the lady-in-waiting. Over Ansella’s protests, Donnis told him of the headaches, the weakness, the vomiting, the lack of appetite. “But she won’t let me call the Sisters! I’ve given her until this evening, and then I’m calling them whether she likes it or not,” she finished.
“I’m not giving her five minutes,” said Temmin grimly. “We’re calling them now, and there’s an end to it. Papa will be furious when he finds out you’re ill and haven’t gotten help, Mama!”
“Your father doesn’t care a whit,” said Ansella, a little color coming into her wan cheeks. “If he did, he would have enquired.”
“He thinks you’re having a sulk. Everyone does!”
“And don’t I deserve one!” she said, her old temper breaking through her lethargy.
“About Lady Callant--” Temmin began.
“Don’t bring her up, Temmy,” warned Lady Donnis.
“Lady Callant can have him!” shouted Ansella, rising off the pillows and then sinking back, shaking, and paler than before.
“Mama!” said Temmin. “Right. Donnis, I’m sorry to order you about--”
But Lady Donnis was already on her way to the sitting room. “Hanston, off you go. Find the nearest footman and have him fetch the Sisters. Be quick about it!”
“Finally!” said Miss Hanston as she picked up her skirts and dashed out of the room.
Lady Donnis ran back into the bedchamber to the sound of breaking glass. Ansella was panting, doubled over in Temmin’s arms; pieces of a drinking glass lay in a puddle of water on the floor. “I tried to give her some water--I’m sorry, I dropped the glass--I had to catch her--” Ansella cried out and clutched at Temmin’s shoulders. “Cousin Donnie, what’s wrong!” Temmin said.
Donnis rushed to the right of the bed to hold Ansella on the other side. “She might be miscarrying,” she said. “There, Annie, let go of Temmy, I have you!” she soothed as she felt another spasm shake the Queen.
“Don’t tell him! Don’t tell him!” Ansella wept as Donnis rocked her.
“Tell who what, Mama?” said Temmin. He stood up and barely missed treading on the broken shards of glass. “Miscarriage? What?”
Two Prophecies, Fulfilled:
“She’s gotten worse the last day or two,” said the lady-in-waiting. Over Ansella’s protests, Donnis told him of the headaches, the weakness, the vomiting, the lack of appetite. “But she won’t let me call the Sisters! I’ve given her until this evening, and then I’m calling them whether she likes it or not,” she finished.
“I’m not giving her five minutes,” said Temmin grimly. “We’re calling them now, and there’s an end to it. Papa will be furious when he finds out you’re ill and haven’t gotten help, Mama!”
“Your father doesn’t care a whit,” said Ansella, a little color coming into her wan cheeks. “If he did, he would have enquired.”
“He thinks you’re having a sulk. Everyone does!”
“And don’t I deserve one!” she said, her old temper breaking through her lethargy.
“About Lady Callant--” Temmin began.
“Don’t bring her up, Temmy,” warned Lady Donnis.
“Lady Callant can have him!” shouted Ansella, rising off the pillows and then sinking back, shaking, and paler than before.
“Mama!” said Temmin. “Right. Donnis, I’m sorry to order you about--”
But Lady Donnis was already on her way to the sitting room. “Hanston, off you go. Find the nearest footman and have him fetch the Sisters. Be quick about it!”
“Finally!” said Miss Hanston as she picked up her skirts and dashed out of the room.
Lady Donnis ran back into the bedchamber to the sound of breaking glass. Ansella was panting, doubled over in Temmin’s arms; pieces of a drinking glass lay in a puddle of water on the floor. “I tried to give her some water--I’m sorry, I dropped the glass--I had to catch her--” Ansella cried out and clutched at Temmin’s shoulders. “Cousin Donnie, what’s wrong!” Temmin said.
Donnis rushed to the right of the bed to hold Ansella on the other side. “She might be miscarrying,” she said. “There, Annie, let go of Temmy, I have you!” she soothed as she felt another spasm shake the Queen.
“Don’t tell him! Don’t tell him!” Ansella wept as Donnis rocked her.
“Tell who what, Mama?” said Temmin. He stood up and barely missed treading on the broken shards of glass. “Miscarriage? What?”
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