A silence filled the room, stretching out through centuries. Riff paled, his mouth seemed to get thinner and thinner each moment of silence. Cyproheptidine looked at me, and then back at him, then back to me. I stared at my hands. He knew, right? That it was him? He must know.

"Well..." Riff started, unsure, "who was it? Is that why you were gone those four days? Was it Frank, had he done...what he did to you- before?"

He didn't know! My brother, who knew everything about me, didn't know? Did he really suspect that I had been with Frank, or someone else? Maybe he didn't trust me. After all, I did leave without telling him...but still...

"YOU! Its you! You're the only one I've ever slept with until-until yesterday. Didn't you figure it out?" Cyproheptidine looked at me, her eyes widening. "Yes, your majesty, I got your little note. A little too late I'll have to say, but I thank you for your concern!"

I ran out of the room. Yes I was having a tantrum yes, I was being over reactive and melodramatic, but did I not have the right? I would rarely show my feelings in the years to come. I went into my room, chastising myself. How could I yell at him? After all, it wasn't very logical that it would be him; the brother is never the obvious choice as a baby's father.

I slid into my bed, and burrowed under the covers. I squeezed my eyes closed; my face and nose were burning like they always did when I was trying not to cry. I drifted quickly and easily into a doze.

I dreamed I was standing on a small peninsula jutting out into the ocean. There were waves, but none of them reached me. The water around me was calm while the rest was choppy. I felt myself being pulled down toward the water. I didn't try to stop myself, just felt the weight pulling me, pulling me. I fell into the water, it was boiling. I could feel my skin blistering, peeling. Before I knew it, my skin had completely peeled off, and underneath, I was my mother.

The months went by. My brother, of course, forgave me for my outburst. Cyproheptidine became so spiteful that I now avoided her as well. Now I would spend a whole day only speaking to my brother, doing whatever it takes to stay out of the prince and princess's way. I think she's tried to kill me. Literally, I've seen her sneaking behind me with a knife. Both of "them" (as I refer to the royal couple) have demoted Riff and I to more menial tasks, such as serving them dinner dressing them, just as a way to humiliate us.

I need to see a doctor. I feel worse everyday and am in constant worry, both for my health, and the child's. I have grown strangely attached to this thing inside of me, and I see it as a kind of proof that even though Riff and I are siblings, it doesn't matter when you love each other.