I stare down at the bowl on the table. The gold rim of the plate is so unfamiliar; so foreign, along with the pattern that outlines the bowl. I have been sitting here for hours, worrying. Demyan has not been here for two days now. He hasn't even talked to me in his mind. I am about to send a letter to Harpeth.
The knocking on the door made me jump.
"Please forgive me, mistress. You have a letter." The maid says.
"Oh, do bring it to me." I outstretch my hand and she hands it to me and bows. "You may be excused." I say. She walks out.
I stand and walk to the window. It is from my nurse.
I have taken into consideration your concerns of your health and have done some hard work trying to help. I think it would be wise of me to come and observe your health before I make any telling of what I think you are concerned about. Please write back to let me know it will be alright for me to come to your estate.
Dr. Abby Fitzwilliam
I catch my breath. Could it be? Could it actually be what I think it is? I must try to be patient! Abby said she will more carefully observe me to be sure, but I do hope it is what I am thinking! A ba-
Horse hooves; I hear horse hooves. I walk out of the dining room and across the hall to the top parlor. I look out the window to overlook the grounds and I see a black cloaked person on a horse coming up to the estate. The white cobblestone road up to the estate makes the horses hooves clank, clank, clank. But what bothers me is that I cannot see who it is. If it were Demyan he would have told me he was home. He hasn't said a word.
I watch the person dismount the horse and come up to the door. I hear the knocking from way up here on the third floor; or maybe it is the thumping of my heart?
I wait silently, daring not to breath. 'Please, please, please let it not be the people!' I think to myself. 'Please, please....' I say over and over in my head. 'Please, please, please, ple'-
"Victorious....Victorious..." says the slithery evil voice. "It's alright, Victorious. I will not harm you; I only want to talk to you." it says. My body completely shuts down. I thought we were safe. And now, Demyan is not here to save me. What do I do? Think! What has all this training done me if I just sit here like a coward?
"Natalia, wake up. Everything is okay, my darling. Wake up." Demyan says. I open my eyes and I see his face over mine. Demyan takes me in his arms and I sleepily wrap my arms around him.
"Its okay, it was just a bad dream. That's all." He says rocking me back and forth in his lap. I am all sweaty and I feel shaky. The dreams have been getting worse. It seems as if they will not go away.
"Demyan..." I utter. He kisses my head and keeps rocking me in his arms as I sit in his lap.
"Natalia, it was just a bad dream. You are safe. Do not worry." He says. He lays me back down but keeps me in his safe arms. I am no longer shaky, and I do not think I will sweat anymore. Demyan never left me. He was never gone. He will always be at my side. Forever and always.
'Always." He says to my mind. I bring him closer to me. 'Always.'
In the morning I find myself still wrapped in his arms. He has been awake the whole time; looking at me.
"You never really sleep, do you?" I ask.
"Only a little bit. But I usually am awake guarding you." he says. I smile.
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Victoria always knew her life to be like everyone else she knew. Her mother wanted her to marry, her brothers and sisters wanted to be with her all the time, and her father was the nicest person she ever knew. One morning, it all stoped. Now, Victor...