The house is so empty, no sound coming from any corner. My heart is sunken and my spirit gone.
I remember the day, just before start of June.
The day a man in a uniform knocked on our door and informed us of the war going on. He spoke of the need of soldiers and that Edward would suit the job quite nicely.
But the thing is, a few days after Edward left, I feel sick and weary. The witchmaid had a doctor sent to me straight away.
He pulled out his equipment and spent only a few minutes examining me before explaining that I was expecting.
And without Edward here and my unborn baby beating happily in my womb, I don't know what to think. The dwarves have to force me each day to eat and to go to sleep. Sometimes they can only do it with magic.
I just want Edward at my side.
I want Edward back home.
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The baby is starting to take a toll on my appearance. Dark shades are forming in my eye lids and the usual rosy colour that graces my cheeks have faded into a dull white.
I look into my reflection to find a ghost of the girl I once was. No colour, just a black and white ghost with tears streaking down her cheeks.
I look dead.
Jane was born a few month later, a healthy baby with tanned skin like Edward. She looks so much like her father that my heart sinks even deeper into despair everytime I see her.
Breastfeeding hurts more with every day that goes by, bruises gathering around the surface of my skin. The amount of strength this baby requires to keep living strong, is not the amount I can provide.
The maid sometimes hits me with a spell to keep my strong and living to see another day.
But laying in my bed with a crying baby just across the room isn't how I planned to live.
I just wish to be happy.
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"Lady Wendy," the witchmaid speaks, handing me a yellow slip of paper.
I already knew what it was before I opened it with shaky hands. Yellow. That's never a good colour when it comes to war.
The paper is stronger than me, refusing to rip open and let me read the contents. Stuggling with new tears forming in my eyes, I tear it open with my teeth.
Pulling out the letter, I breathe in and out to calm the racing of my heart.
"Injured in action." I read out loud.
My heart skips a beat as I read the words, for there is the sound of the front door knocking and the familiar tap of army boots.
No, it can't be.
"Edward..." I whimper from where I lie down hopelessly on the large couch where Edward proposed to me.
The clicking of shoes stop.
Maybe I was just dreaming.
But there's a nagging feeling in my heart that causes me to leap up off the couch with new strength and stagger toward the front door.
"Wendy!" Edward shouts as he spots me, racing over.
He grabs me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. Well, one arm because the other is wrapped tightly in a sling. His body gives me warmth and a smile that feels strange on my face.
It's been ages since I smiled.
11 months since Edward left.
3 months since Jane's birth.
I start crying harder, bawling my eyes out into his shoulder. His grip on me gets stronger as he tries to calm me down.
It works, my heart slowing to an even pace. So it's surprises me when I have the strength to speak to him.
"Come and meet our daughter."
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Jane is here!