It was dark, cold and wet. The knock on the door echoed through the silent building. This wasn't the kind of place people visited since the curse began. Reluctantly she opened the door.
Tesadora looked at her weeping.
Broken.
Once she was the most beloved woman in whole kingdom.
No now. she was pathetic.
She wasn't beautiful or bold any longer.
However she was still standing. She was still brave.
People see bravery as men with weapons and words. Beatriss was something else. Her will was slipping but still she planted. No matter how many times they burnt her fields to the ground she never gave up. Not when she was beaten or dragged through the streets. Despite everything people still looked up to this pitiful woman.
Tesadora hissed.
This was all she had left to work with.
Everyone who mattered was beyond the wall. The Captain of the guards and all his men. The whole Mont community. The savage,Sir Topher, Lord August and Priestking but most importantly the Princess. The only person who could remove the impostor King. All that was left was Beatriss and her. The daughter of the woman that cursed this land. The blood of the one who spilt the kingdom in two and this woman who was meant to die first.
Between the sobs and muttered sounds the words rung clear as a bell.
Beatriss was with child. Not one of her own choosing.
They all knew what happened to Beatriss the beloved of the Captains guard. Women only came to her for one thing.
Tesadora tried to still her beating heart. Her eyes closed in longing for what would never be.
Against her better judgement she let her in along with a curiously shattered young girl who hid back in the shadows. Tesadora didn't have to guest what had happened to the child. it was written in her unfocused eyes. she took the child first to a room and settled her. Turning back to Beatriss she knew this wasn't her place. Tesadora understood what it meant to loose a child but they weren't words she could voice. Those words were stolen from her. They were spat on from her Savage. There was only so much a woman could take.
She tried in her own way. the words sharp and bitting. Sleeping on it was all she could compel Beatriss to do. In the morning life changing decisions would need to be made but for now both women needed to rest their broken hearts.