An young woman, by the name of Annemarie, looked out the window, smirking

An young woman, by the name of Annemarie, looked out the window, smirking.She was beautiful, and was the head chef at Beckett manor. Her husband, Jon, worked alongside her as Lord Becketts personal servant.

"Shame about Lady Beckett, isn't it Jon?" Annmarie asked. Jon huffed, and slammed the piece of bread he had been holding down on the table. He was a handsome young man, around Lord and Lady Becketts age of 29.

"Mother," he expressed, "Lady Beckett was one of the nicest people you've ever worked for! How could you poisen her food?! She did nothing to you or I!"

Annemarie turned on heel, glaring at her husband as she walked near to him. "She had twins. I wanted to be the only woman in Port Royal with twins, and I never got the chance to live that dream, thanks to her."

"It was not hers OR Lord Becketts fault! I doubt they were even trying! It was just in the timing! Oh, do give her the antidote! You know where it is!"

Annemarie was now glaring daggers at poor Jon. "I will never help that woman again! She ruined my dream, and so she suffers. And, if you care for your life, you will not speak of my crime to anyone."

Jon thought for a moment, and then agreed.

As soon as James and Antoinette had returned to their manor, Antoinette immediately led James up to the nursery, where Alex was sleeping without a care in the world. As James scooped his son up carefully, he could not help but feel extremely proud. He had not only a son, he had a namesake. "He's beautiful," He said to Antoinette as they stood there, cuddling the baby. "Thanks for making me a daddy."

"Thanks for making me a mommy," She cooed back to him. Antoinettes maid interrupted.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," she said worriedly, "but its Lady Beckett."

"What's the matter with her?" James asked, setting Alexander back down in his bed.

"She's in the hospital, sir. She's dying."

As James and Anto

As James and Antoinette arrived in Doctor Keybirths office, they saw Beckett kneeling by the bed, holding my hand in his. I was deathly pale, and my breathing was shallow.

"Father?" I asked, looking over at Cutler. "Is that you?"

Cutler licked his lips, tears rolling down his beet red cheeks. "No, sweet-heart. Your father died years ago. It's me, Cutler. Your husband."

I looked at him strangely. "But, I never married. You must be one of my old friends." I heard sobbing in the background as Antoinette cried onto James.

Dr. Keybirth walked in just then. "I'm sorry, I have to ask you all to leave," she said politely. After about three minuites in the waiting room, Dr. Keybirth walked in, her head hung low. "I'm sorry everyone," She said sadly, "she's gone."

Jon ran into the waiting room just then, and looked around. "Oh no," he said under his breath, understanding what had happened.

Authors note

Sorry that I had to do this, everyone. But this will not be the last time you see Heather, let me promise you that!