I Own Nothing!

Characters Belong To Stephenie Meyer. No Copyright Infringement Intended

Chapter Two- Information

Waking up the next morning with the sunshine coming through the drapes I let my thoughts wander to what I knew about Edward VIII. He was a young king at 18 and throughout his 50 year reign he didn't get married. There have been many disputes about whether he had mistresses but no evidence has been found to suggest it. Many thought he was gay but then wouldn't there be evidence of a gay lover? There wasn't anything. He grew up with his family yet it seems he didn't find anyone to have a family with. His reign was stable and was called the Golden Age as he fought of catholic invasions and an economy that was less than thriving. His court was surrounded by men yet he allowed wives and families to stay at court. His court life was one big family and any factions that occurred he would get rid of. He had no favourites and soon the people saw this. Nothing was corrupt in his reign except his lack of an heir. When he did his brother took the throne with massive support. People tend to forget Edward VIII as his brother was the one fighting battles and creating many children with his wife and mistresses.

My thoughts were disrupted by a cough from the end of my bed. Standing before me was Edward VIII and I knew his future. I tried to compose my face but I couldn't stop the look of sadness shining through as I contemplated this mans life. A legacy that I admired many people knew little about. His face showed confusion as mine worked to create a smile. He didn't speak to me and I didn't say anything to him. How could I? I think my voice would have been blocked by the lump in my throat. Edward was all alone. His father and mother died and the rest of his family have someone where as he probably never knew the touch of a woman. I blushed at that train of thought and looked into his emerald eyes. Intently I watched him move so he was sitting where he was before and I smiled at him.

"Good morning Edward" I said calmly.

"Good Morning Elizabeth" he said with a smile on his lips.

I shifted my weight and contained the whimper as my ribs protested yet again to any movement. Edward saw through me however.

"Still in pain" it wasn't a question, it was a statement yet I still nodded my head.

"You know I think I know more about you than I first realised" I said slowly and quietly.

"Go on" he looked at me in bewilderment yet his voice still had the regal authority to it even though he was unsure about my statement.

"I know you are a great King. You have looked after me but you're lonely. Surrounded by family yet not surrounded by the love of an equal. You rule wisely and the people love you with all their hearts yet there has been no woman that loves you like that. I can see in your eyes you yearn for something more. No king's life is private but you wish it was. A King helping a lowly girl who doesn't remember how she got to the bottom of a staircase is unheard of however you have helped me. I couldn't be more grateful for your help and kindness. I can see that you are very compassionate and by helping others you shine. You' re the King, a King that shines." I finished in a whisper but my eyes had not strayed from his face.

His face showed shock and hurt and I slowly raised my hand to his cheek and he gasped at the contact as did I. I was being bold, being very forward towards a king I barely knew. His bright eyes lightened at my touch and there was a faint glow to his cheeks. A king blushing! A spell had been cast, enchanting us both.

"You are quite correct, but I'm not sure I shine" he replied, leaning ever so slightly into my hand.

I smiled.

He smiled.

"It seems your little sleep as given you back your mind but I can tell your body still aches. Those stairs are stone and I am sure you have bruises. You whimpered in the night when you turned on your left side. I will get the physician in a little while"

And with that the spell was broken. My hand slipped away from his cheek onto the bed covers and I apologised for my behaviour but I was startled to find that he picked up my hand and placed it back upon his cheek.

"I now have felt the touch of a woman, not a lowly girl as you claim you are."

He smiled.

I smiled.

My information on him needed to be kept a secret I couldn't let him know. I couldn't let him know he would be lonely however could my appearance in this era change things?

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