The Doctor

My Mind is numb, as I Enter The West Wing. It is late, and my body tired. I Think of the sweet Children awaiting Me as their New Mother to tuck them in at Night, doubts creeping into My Thoughts.

What if I am unable to Do this? Am I fit to Be their Mother? How am I Going to Raise these Children quietly? Is this a Better Life, Being hid away from the world out of Sight? How long will they Be forced to Live this Life? How do I Explain a multitude of Visits from various Women no doubt Seen Pleasuring my husband from Time to Time? The king is no longer of the Ability to Indulge himself...

Fear fills My HEART. I am alone in this Journey now. A wave of nausea rushes over me. My steps falter. Oh GOD.. have I Been poisoned? Desperately, I Search for the nearest Wash Room, Finding one just in Time. My stomach turns, wrenching itself outwards. I lose my Meal, as I twist and writhe. Finally, the Feeling subsides. I lean my head backwards against the cool stone wall, as my body settles.

I Must have Seamus Send for a Doctor.. Thinking back to my Visit to The Alchemist, it Dawns on me that I forgot to Request an Antidote. How could I have Been so careless?

Cursing Jonathan, I pull my Self back onto my feet. I reach for a soft pink towel, dampening it with cool water. Gently I dab my forehead, my cheekbones, and down the back of my neck. My Reflection catches my eye, my face drained almost entirely of color.

To Whom Do I Turn? Should I Send for a Doctor now?

I return to the corridor and Meet The GUARD.

"My QUEEN!" Concern etches his face.

"Send for Seamus.." I weakly Say. A new wave threatening my insides, as I force my Self to continue. "Tell him I Need a Doctor."

"Yes, your Majesty." He walks over to The GUARD Stationed outside my Chambers. It is Landon. They Speak quietly amongst themselves until Landon turns suddenly and urgently leaves. The GUARD Returns to his Post outside The West Wing.

"Seamus is Being Summoned, my QUEEN." He Explains. I nod meekly. Hesitant to leave his Post unattended, he is uncertain of how he should proceed.

"I will take a Rest in the first easily-Accessible bedroom." I Say, covering my mouth suddenly as my stomach Begins quivering. His eyes widen. I turn, rushing back towards the Wash Room.

"My QUEEN!" He calls after me. I cannot stop, barely making it this Time. My body squeezes painfully. There is nothing left to empty from within. Trembling, I take Deep Breaths as Relief returns. I lay my Self down upon the cool stone floor, closing my eyes and Listening to my now steadying Breaths as they Rise and fall. Exhausted, I remained here, not daring to move.

Finally, heavy footsteps echoed in the corridor. I drew myself up weakly to a sitting Position. A loud knock reverberates on the door.

"My QUEEN." It is Seamus. I am too weak to Answer. "Permission to Enter." I Hear him Request.

"You May Enter." A quiet Whisper escapes my lips.

"My QUEEN." He Inquires again. He Did not Hear me. "I am Coming in."

The door opens, and Seamus steps in cautiously. Alarm crosses his face upon Seeing Me. I Smile to the Best of my Ability. Nausea strikes another blow, as I throw my Self Forward in a dry heaval. Gently, Seamus scoops me into his arms, lifting and carrying me Tenderly to the nearest Chamber Room.

"My QUEEN." He Says quietly. "The Doctor is here. I will Send for Layra to bring a pitcher of water." I nod.

"Thank you, Seamus." I Whisper.

He bows his head, worry creasing his brow. Seamus exits the room, leaving me alone with The Doctor.

"Your Majesty." He bows his head and opens his fold. He pulls out a small board, a sharp knife, and a root. Slicing a small sliver of the root, he Speaks. "This is Ginger Root. It will Help to Settle your stomach." He brings it to my lips. "Chew." He firmly Commands. I Do as Told, the spicy flavor exploding upon my palate. It is Surprisingly Delicious.

Layra knocks Gently. "Your Grace, I brought the water as Requested."

The Doctor waves her in. "Do Come in, and Pour us a glass."

She walks into the room, carrying a small tray with a silver pitcher and a single cup. She sets it upon the table, pouring as Instructed. Layra hands him the cup.

"The QUEEN, Child." He gruffs abrasively.

Flustered, Layra flushes beneath her collar and redirects, bringing the cup to my lips. I sip, as The Doctor pokes and prods my abdomen, Listening and Observing all the while. He Examines my face.

"GOOD." He Says. "Your color is Returning." He turns to Layra. "You may Go." She Gives a quick curtsy and leaves the room, closing the door Gently behind her.

The Doctor looks me in the eyes and softly Smiles. "My Dear QUEEN, you have not Been poisoned."

Confusion sweeps my face. He chuckles softly to him Self and clarifies. "YOU are With Child."