Elizabeth Crawley's Bedchamber

I have heard that Elizabeth has arrived back at court. I need to check on her well being as well as our child's. I stand in front of her door and knock...

She has such a blank look on her face, no expression like as if she is trying to be tough. I know that there is a soft side to her. Those memories I cherish. I walk up to her and plant a kiss on her forehead. I notice her bump and smile, my hand resting upon it. How have you been? And our child? I have missed you...

I have come here to check up on you and the baby. I would have before but I had no idea where you were. I back away slightly, admiring her small belly from afar.

That is what you think. I have been granted a papal bull making the baby legitimate and declaring the child my heir. Also my brother the King, is willing to war against England if the child isnt allowed to see me. Do you really want that? I say with confidence yet sadness. I feel so horrible for all of this.

I would never let Cordelia raise our child... I walk up closer to her and place my hand upon her cheek, smiling. This child is ours, made out of love, love that I still have for you. I want to see the child though.

I shake my head, severly angry, Yes Elizabeth. I actually fell in love with you and since it seems you wish to play this game, I will be having the child taken from you and raised in Scotland, where the child will be taught Scottish ways as deemed appropriate to the heir of a Prince. I tried to be nice but no more. I run my hands through my hair, trying not to scream at her.

Our child is a possible future monarch of Scotland as the King has no children and William married a commoner and his children cannot inherit the throne. Fight me all you want but you will not win. I begin to shake as so many emotions flow through me. A part of me misses her embrace, her touch....her love but I love Cordelia just the same.

Without thinking, I wrapmy arms around her from behind. I rest my head on her shoulder as tears start falling from my eyes as well.I know and I am so sorry. If I could fix it i would. I turn her around so she faces me and I can see the fear of the unknown in her. I rest my forehead against hers...

I could never forget the love I still bear for you. I will never attempt to push it out of me. I love you so much still okay? There I said it....what more do you want? I begin to pace the floor...