A/N: Yes I'M perfectly aware of my historical changes in here, but I need these changes for the story…
IV. Storms
On the night of the Countess's arrival raged a heavy storm over the whole island with the rain hitting mercilessly against the cold glass of the windows, thunder cracking in the silence while lightning lights the starless night. The howl of dogs mixed with the howl of dogs and many of the older people saw this as an omen and were kneeling in front of the crucifix hanging on the wall of they home and praying to God to protect they mortal souls.
Meanwhile in the castle woke Prince Harry up from his sleep as he felt a weight on his bed. Opening his eyes he saw his young wife kneeling on the bed the wolf like doll tightly held to her chest by trembling little arms. Sitting up in the bed Harry put both hands on her shoulders.
"Leia what is wrong?" he asked her softly as a new thunder cracked making her throw her arms around her husbands neck.
"I'm scarred Harry…" she said in a shaking tone.
"There is nothing to be afraid of." he said to her softly as he patted her back. Edmund was also often scared by big storms when he was her age.
"A férjednek teljesen igaza van kedveském a vihar nem bánthat téged a vár falai védelmeznek bennünket." come suddenly a soft, but still firm voice from the door making both occupants of the room turn in that direction, seeing the person Leia immediately run up to her.
"Erzsébet néni!" she yelled as she jumped in the woman's arms who has let her hair down and was wearing a deep red nightgown with some sort of matching cape bound around her shoulders.
"I see my niece is still afraid of storms." she said turning to Harry as she picked the young girl up in to her arms, her voice carrying a strange apologizing tone to it.
"That is really no problem Countess, my younger brother used to be also scared from storms when he was little." Harry replied as the young woman started laughing reminding Harry on the tone of crystal bells.
"Oh please we are family now so you can freely call me Elizabeth this is the English form of my name if I know it right." she said while stroking through the soft hair of her nice.
"Thank you C..Elizabeth."
"Your welcome."
"Erzsébet néni, ma itt alszol nálunk?" Leia asked suddenly.
"Ha a férjednek nincsen ellenére." she said softly.
"Harry can Aunt Elizabeth sleep tonight by us please." she asked in a pleading tone.
"Of course darling." the prince answered to his wife who smiled happily at him.
Meanwhile in one other part of the castle laid a figure curled up under the blankets of the bed whimpering by every thunder.
"I…I ha…hate stor…stoms…" prince Edmund whimpered from under the covers of his bed.
But soon he would face much bigger problems then the fear from a storm…
To be continued…