I smiled when I woke up in the morning, pressed against Edward's strong chest that was rising and fall, like a mother rocking her child to sleep. The king's eye fluttered open and he blinked a few times before taking in that I was beaming; he smiled and kissed my lips.

"You truly are merry at heart," he winked yet his voice was fighting slumber.

"Very much so," I leaned up so my hair created a curtain around us and kissed his lips lightly and repeatedly while my breasts pressed into his chest.

"How's about you wake me up every morning like that," the king smirked slyly, rolling over so his weight was now pressed on me.

"I comply," I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck, efficiently bringing his face to mine once more.

The two of us rolled around in the sheets, being foolish. I giggled and he would chuckle at me as he tickled me all around my body.

"Stop that," I giggled breathlessly, playfully swatting his shoulder away from where he was kissing my stomach, totally unaware of what was in there.

"Anything for you," he chuckled slyly; I raised my eye brows with a toothy smile as he stalked up my body before burying his face into my breasts and placing kisses there instead.

"Edward that tickles!" I exclaimed while starting to giggle once more. He laughed into my body as a thought appeared in my mind. I brought my fingers down to his sides then proceeded to tickle.

"You little minx," he accused me through his laughter from his belly. I giggled at him sweetly while dropping my fingers.

"I love you so much," he breathed lovingly. His hands were pressed in the bed by my sides and he was hovering over me now. I cupped his face in both and hands and kissed his red lips.

Smiling I spoke gaily, "As I you." He smiled brightly but his eyes turned serious, making me calm down from our fun.

"Bella, you are the only person on this world that I trust wholly," he looked ashamed of this but I just stroked his hair with an understanding smile.

"I'm glad, I trust you with my life Edward, I know you will never hurt me and you always protect me." It seemed like a perfect time to tell him about the baby but still I would wait until Esme told me.

"And I forever will," he promised me, kissing my swollen and assumable red lips reverently.

"We should be getting prepared for the day," I sighed after he rolled onto his back and I had hugged his side.

Grinning, Edward suddenly said, "Tanya signed the annulment papers yesterday."

"You must be happy," I commented, searching his face for emotion. He nodded joyfully, "Then I'm elated."

I left his rooms a little bit later to get into clothes for the day. I tried to convince Esme to come along but she declined saying that even this court is enough. She did help me dress though; it seems Alice over slept.

We thought best to wear dark colors so I wore a deep navy silk gown that my father had given me for my birthday. Esme and I both preferred silk over velvet therefore I only had two velvet gowns. The dark blue dress surprisingly fit my slightly grow belly.

The one thing that I was really enjoying was the loosened bodice, I felt as if I could breathe more now, and honestly I could.

After Tanya's trials finishes we were to go to Jacob and Mike execution. Honestly I was praying I would stay standing for I had a slight feeling I may faint.

When Tanya walked into the court room for the finale time she did not call the same attention she had yesterday. Today she looked very tired and her nose was a little red.

The men in front did not linger, they opened and then asked for her final plea, if she had one.

"I shall not plea for my life when I know my life should not be jeopardized. I am an honorable woman and have been told so many times, I was faithful to my husband and just to the people of England. If you wish the law to punish me, so be it, for I have done nothing wrong." I could not imagine Tanya to say any words but those.

The Chancellor looked as if he wanted to contradict every word that came from her mouth yet he restrained himself. Red robes, as I was now silently referring to them as, got close to each other and murmured words quietly.

My eyes wandered around the court room, the large court room that had every possible person in it, there looked like blacksmiths, inn keepers, shop owners and most of the court.

The men settled back in their chairs as my gaze went to the front of the room.

"Your fate will now be decided," I wanted to roll my eyes at the drama that Jasper had added into his voice.

"Guilty," Archbishop Lawrence said coldly. Unlike Jacob's they did not speak the words of execution.

Seven other men to his left all spoke the same word, some with mercy leaking in their tone, others as cold as Lawrence has been.

"The law has judged you and found you guilty." The Chancellor said harshly while tears began to leak through the queen's icy, yet pained light blue eyes.

The guards escorted her and Catherine out of the room while she fought sobs that were surely coming.

I had seen those blue eyes so many times, they were soft and nice when I was her favorite, they were tolerant when I danced with her husband and they were hard and cold at other times. I had not known that would be the last time I would see them.

My teeth went to lightly chew on my lips in patience as we all kept our seats silently. I glanced over to Alice on my right. Her green eyes were darting to different people around and her lips were pursed.

Rosalie, on Alice's right looked bored and exasperated. I never understood Rose, she was always so easily bored, yet court never ceased to excite her.

After a few more moments of stiff silence Jasper seemed to remember all of us sitting, he quickly said we were excused and it seemed as if we all stood up at once.

"Are you sure you will be able to handle this?" Alice asked me as we walked to the door that led outdoors to the tower court yard where Jacob and Mike would be executed.

"Perhaps you should fetch Emmett to stand next to me in case," I whispered to her, hoping my brother would be able to catch me if I were to perhaps faint.

"What shall I tell him?" Emmett was still not aware that I was expecting.

"Make something up," I hissed back. She nodded and darted off through the crowd to find our brother.

Rosalie and I found places to stand in the crowd. There were two execution stands, right next to one another. There were guards a few steps in front of us, lining the forming crowd just in case.

We had two small crowds on each side and a path that was right down the middle. Alice found me with Emmett in tow.

"You pick today of all days to feel faint?" Emmett accused with a chuckle, I just smiled awkwardly. Alice must have simply told him that I was feeling faint, nothing else.

The duke wove his way through the crowd to where we were, for Alice. I observed the soft touch he made on her lower back and the loving glance they gave each other.

Unless anyone had been watching the pair like I was, you wouldn't be able to see how Jasper took her hand and held it tightly. Alice did not even glance back at him after that gaze as not to arise any suspicion. They were clearly getting very good at their secret relationship.

Emmett wrapped his arm securely around my waist, making my head whip towards the door from the tower, opposite of where we had entered. The air was chilly but that was only part of the reason I shivered.

They first led Jacob out the doors, he had a little beard now growing, from not shaving and he looked worn. He was not thrashing against the guards; he simply walked with his head hung low.

I sighed quietly and sadly at the man. My lips pursed as if I was about to kiss someone and my eye brows came together ever so slightly, my eyes felt angry, though I had no idea why.

As Jacob was led up to the few stairs and to the block, I realized something, and it came hard. This is what I had wanted. These men were paying the price for my wish. I has wished the queen would be gone, but not like this not by brining two men, guilty as they may be.

Never had I even dreamed of something like this happening. Jacob and Mike were always close friends of our family. I felt like a monster, for it was my fault they were about to die.

Once this realization came to me I struggled against the tears that were fighting to pour out of my eyes. I had to remind calm, for the baby if anything else. My eyes shut and I took a deep breath and felt a small bit better. When I opened my eyes Emmett was looking at me funny.

I ignored his glance and looked over at Jacob who was kneeling on the wood with his head pressed down on a haystack, eye closed. I cringed back as I saw the ax slice through the air and abruptly stop.

I closed my eyes and leaned into Emmett, putting my hand over my eyes. I opened them for a just a moment and saw Jacob's head being picked up, the hay which had been yellow was now stained in red from his blood.

A deep feeling in my throat started to arise and I swallowed against it, fighting off the nausea that was slowly coming. Emmett tightened his grip on my waist and whispered assuring words to me.

There were murmur and I glanced up, carefully avoiding the execution block on the right. Mike was being led in, he was struggling against his holders; his childish blue eyes were frightened and alone. The blonde hair on his head was messy and shaggy, yet he still had the innocent look of boy on his face.

"I cannot do this," I whispered as quietly as possible to Emmett. He nodded in understanding and kissed my forehead before I slipped back through the crowd and rushed indoor as quick as possible.

And that was the last time I saw Michael Newton. The man who got me exiled for months, but the man who introduced me to Esme, whether it was intentional or not. I owed that man more then a bloody death.

Once I was safely indoors I let out a sigh of relief. I slowed down my pace and walked up the stairs to my left, avoiding the windows that faced the courtyard.

I looked around the dark hallway, appreciating the structure and the man standing inside.

"What are you doing here?" I asked the king after curtsying.

Edward ignored the question. "Yourself?"

"Avoiding justice," I sighed bitterly. Bitter at no one but myself.

"Ah, I see," I just nodded.

"This isn't your fault," I opened my mouth to protest, "Mistress Swan, I saw the look on your face, you blame yourself for these men's death." I was taken back by his use of my name, he rarely called me that.

"Alright," I had no other answer. The king sighed and put his hands on my hips, my own her resting on his arms.

"I command you to never think of this day again," he smirked at me. I cracked a little smile.

"Yes Your Majesty," I said obediently with a smirk. He chuckled and kissed my forehead.

"There's my girl," he said with a gentle smile his eyes shining with adoration.

The next week, November 15th, was set to be Tanya's execution and Esme was leaving court once more though security was ordered to be tight around the ridge for awhile.

When I awoke I selected a maroon gown with a gable hood to honor the once queen. Alice and Rosalie were already waiting in the room when I came out of my bedroom. We walked out together where Emmett and the king were waiting.

I took Edward's arm and we started our descent down the stairs. Just as we were about to go outdoors with the rest of the court, a cannon was fired from off in the distance. My eyes brows knit together.

Most people did not acknowledge it, but something tightened in my stomach, signaling it was not good. Alice could feel it too; I could see it from her uneasy face.

The court walked out to the lawn in the direction of the royal barge. Just as the first person was about to board a horse came rushing to us with a page boy on it. The king signaled for everyone to halt as the boy dismounted.

"Your Majesty, the queen has died, the sweats killed her milord." My eyes widened at the breathless boy in front of my. Gasps came from the crowd but I felt good.

Not in the way that I was happy the queen died but the sweats only killed people in their sleep; Tanya suffered a painless death and for that I was glad.

That must have been the reason for the cannon, when a queen has died a cannon is fired. A single shot to signify the death. And it could be heard from London.

"May the Lord have mercy on her soul," Edward said emotionlessly. I would not smile at her death but still, I was pleased she had not suffered.

"Aye," the men of court agreed with nods.

It was finally over. The rivalry between Tanya and I had finally ended with me standing as the winner. I was normally never the winner; always overlooked by Alice but recently that has changed.

None of the court knew what to do know, everyone stood silently, waiting for the king to do something. As we waited I touched my belly with the hand that was not rested on Edward's arm. I knew the baby growing inside of me would have a beautiful future.

As soon as I told Edward.

But I was waiting until Esme instructed me. She said that I should tell him after I miss one more course, just to be positive.

"You are all dismissed, it is finished," Edward said. The crowd did not have to be told twice; they scattered apart and chattered while walking back to the palace.

I stayed, unsure of what was expected of me.

"Do you want me to leave?" I asked him gingerly at the same time be began speaking.

"I did not expect to feel this way; I should be rejoicing that I am free of her, yet I feel cruel," he sighed in annoyance at himself.

"Edward, Tanya made her own choices that led her to her death, not you. You have nothing to with this," I assured him passionately. Praying he would not hold onto this for decades.

"I suppose you are right," he rubbed his face with his free hand and I grinned teasingly.

"Normally I am." The king chuckled and walked me back to the castle.

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