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"Mary? Mary!" Someone kept calling my name as they shook me but I couldn't look away. I couldn't stop staring. There was blood everywhere. They carried Olivia onto the bed while someone rushed passed me. It was probably the doctor. "Mary, you have to get out of here." I saw Francis staring at me, frantically. He kept looking back at Olivia. They had removed her hand off her stomach and that's when I saw it. The blood wasn't from Edward, it was from her. She had a stab wound in her stomach. Blood was pouring out. Olivia who was once screaming was now lifeless. There was just so much blood pouring out of her wound. They all bustled around her.
They had taken Edward to another room. I don't know what happened to him or if he was dead but I hoped not. I tried to ask one of them what was going on but no one made a sound.
"Sir, you should really get her out of here." One of the guards said to him.
"I'm trying." He said helplessly but I just stood there. I couldn't move or talk. I was in a state of shock. I had seen things before but nothing like this.
"Francis, you should go to. There is no need for you right now." His mother said to him. My eyes glanced at her and weirdly, there was no shock. Maybe she was used to this? Maybe she had seen these things before?
"No, I have to stay." He said shaking his head. He wasn't going to move at all.
"Francis." She said softly. "I'll be here with Olivia. If anything happens, it will be the first to know." Her eyes glanced swiftly to me. "Look at Mary, she's shaking. Just take her back to the room." Catherine told us with a little more authority then before.
Francis stood there staring at Olivia. His head bowed slightly knowing that his mother was right. There was nothing that both of us could do.
Before we went away, the doctor had made an incision muttering something to his helpers.
"What are you doing?" Francis said releasing me and rushing to Olivia's side.
"We have to check if the blade cut any organs." The doctor explained.
"But she's pregnant. Is the baby okay? I know it's only been a few weeks but I mean would it be hurt? Could it still be alive?" He said quickly. His eyes darting from her stomach to her face.
"Francis, you have to go!" Catherine said before the doctor could say anything. "Let him do his job. Go and get some rest." She said and for the first time she looked worried. "You too." She shot at me.
"She's losing a lot of blood." The doctor said. He looked very calm but I could hear the fear in his voice. His hands moved swiftly as he looked over the wound area.
"Go now!" Catherine said more loudly. Francis' eyes shot up from Olivia and was now looking at his mother. There was sort of an unspoken bond between them and Francis just nodded. He had to pull me away while they were taking care of Olivia. I kept telling him I was fine and to look after Olivia but he wouldn't move. He just held me closely. I was thankful to know that he was there for me but I knew that he wanted to see if Olivia was okay.
"It's going to be okay. Shh." He soothed, stroking my hair gently. I held onto him for dear life. It felt like the whole room was shaking but I soon realised it wasn't the room but me. I was sobbing uncontrollably. I shouldn't be like this. It wasn't me that was attacked, it was Olivia. Even though, I really disliked her before, I couldn't help but feel scared for her. I could feel him lead me out of the room.
A few hours had passed and Francis was still with me. Sebastian had come in to check if everything was alright and asked if he could help but they had it all under control. Catherine, oddly, cared a lot about Olivia. Enough to help the doctor in stitching her up. The king came in to check on the situation and made sure that nobody heard about this. He didn't want people to be in fear. The guards updated Francis whenever there was new information on Olivia and Edward.
We were back in my room now, laying on the bed. My head rested on his chest.
"Thank you." I said to him softly. "For everything. For being here for me. For being you."
"Always." He said with a small smile. He stroked my arm gently. I could see that he was scared for Olivia as well. His eyes kept glancing to the door for anyone who had news.
"You know, I could get used to this. To being with you. I could even love the child as if it were my own." I said quietly. I could really see what our future looked like and I liked what I saw. Yes, it may not be the picture that I had imagined but it was close to it with him by my side.
He kissed my forehead. "As long as I have you by my side, I will be the happiest King."
I looked up to him, my eyes beaming. My lips were on his. His lips were sweet and soft on mine. For a second, I forgot everything. Olivia. The child. The blood. Everything... But it didn't last too long. Like I said it was only for a second. It wasn't a guard this time. It was Catherine.
"Is everything okay? Is she okay?" Francis said getting up quickly.
Catherine looked gravely. "Olivia is well. The doctor managed to stop the bleeding." She said.
"That's good then?" Francis said. It was more of a question then a statement with the look on Catherine's face.
She paused for a second. "It is good, however the baby... There won't be a baby." I saw Francis' face fall as soon as those words left her mouth. I reached out for him but he moved so quickly. "We have reason to believe that Edward did this. He stabbed her in the stomach." Catherine said to us. But that didn't make any sense. Why would he do it? He had no motive at all. He must have been at the wrong place, at the wrong time.
Francis' hand clenched tightly. His face went red with anger. I could hear his heavy breathing from where I sat. Before I could say anything or do anything, Francis was out the room. I ran after him but before I took a step out of the room Catherine held me back, grabbing my arm.
"Don't. Let him sort this out on his own." She warned me.
"I need to be there for him." I said wrenching my arm out her grasp. I rushed after Francis. I had some idea where he would be going.
"Francis! Francis! Stop please." I yelled after him but he wouldn't stop. He kept walking towards the room. "Please stop. I'm begging you."
He stopped for a moment but didn't turn around. "I'm sorry, Mary, but I need to do this on my own."
I ran up next to him and made him face me. "This is not the way to go. You don't want to do this. Let the guards sort him out. He will be punished for what he did... If that's what he did." I said to him.
"You don't think he did that?" He said shocked. "Of course he did. He was caught with the knife in his hand. I should have killed him then and there." He growled.
"You are not this person. Don't let this hatred overwhelm you. He will be punished." I said to him, my hands caressing his cheeks. "But yes, I don't think it was him. It just doesn't make sense. Why would he do it?"
"We all have secrets." Francis said grimly but he calmed down a bit. He knew I was right. There was something odd about the whole situation. Did Edward just collapse or faint? There was no sign of why he would fall to the floor now that I think about it. "I need to go see Olivia." He said turning away. His blue eyes gazed into mine before he left to go to her room. "You need to go get some rest." He said to me softly. "I'll check up on you later, okay?"
I nodded. "As long as you don't do anything stupid-"
"Mary Stuart." A voice said behind me. Francis' eyes shot up. I looked behind me to the two guards. "The Queen has ordered you to be held in the jails until you are questioned." One of them said.
"Questioned for what?" Francis said shocked. I stared at them wide eyes. Why would the Queen want me in jail? What for anyway?
"For the attack on Olivia." The other said
"What!?" I said loudly.
