We stood in front of large wooden doors. I could hear the people inside and knew this was it. More tears flooded through, tears I tried but failed to hold. My arms moved around my belly, my heart drumming as my baby was not kicking. Maybe it was a good thing he died on his own other than because his mother had been ripped apart so cruelly. I hoped he found peace, I hoped he had found his way to heaven where he would be singing and dancing with the angels. I prayed he was safe and happy, hoping that one day I would be able to meet him and hold him. There was nothing more I was fighting for, my mate had cast me out and arranged my death and my family had disowned me. Death was all that waited for me but then my mind drifted off to that dark place I had seen and I paled. I did not want to die, I did not want to be tortured by demons where I would never find peace. My tears streamed down but soon the doors were opened and the guards in front of me began walking. I stood where I was, a hand nudging me from behind but I stood my ground.

I was so scared, my mind trying to wreck itself on what to do but nothing. I had to fight, I had to fight and that was how I found myself thinking of my wolf. My baby was dead and there was nothing that was holding me from transforming. I thought of my wolf yet nothing happened. My body shook as my eyes opened. I could not shift, why couldn't I shift?

SIA! I screamed in my head yet nothing, I could feel she was there yet somehow there seemed to be a disconnect. A hand nudged me again, nudging harder and I stumbled in the room. I held on to the floor with my feet, turning around to find a way out yet arms griped me, my body lifted with two guards dragging my body in the room. I cried so much I thought I would die. My body was weak and I could barely even fight back. I tried, goddess I tried yet nothing. I had lost so much and life would not be so cruel to let me die for something I had not done. The room was quiet, so quiet with only my sobs so loud, echoing all over the walls. I could feel their eyes on me, feel them watching.

The least I could do now was die with dignity so I let them carry me away, my body hanging over their arms as they dragged me. Everything was hazy all around me, tears filling my eyes so much I could barely see a thing. We went up a pair of steps before they let go of my body and I nearly fell with my legs too weak to carry my body. I clung on to the wooden stand that was before me, my hair acting as a curtain as I hide away from all the eyes like the coward I was.

I knew the king was here, he was the only one who made me feel better and it seemed just for that moment as if I would be okay. His scent hit my nostrils and I swear I felt Sia stir. I sniffled, my hand going over to wipe away my tears away.

A queen brought down to nothing with only death waiting for her. I stood there not a queen but a girl shivering and scared to death.

I did not know what was happening yet could not seem to raise my head to see.
"We are here in the trial of Queen Anastasia Godfrey with the charge of treason, how do you plead your majesty?" The voice came and I knew it was Glenda. My heart drummed with my hands shaking. I could feel her just before me waiting for an answer as all the others waited too. My chest ached with my throat dry. I opened my mouth only to close it not daring to raise my head. I opened my mouth again, seeming not able to find my voice as more tears streamed down. I swallowed and cleared my throat.

"Not guilty." I said, my voice something that could barely be heard, something scrappy with my throat burning. Panic hit as I thought of what I would say yet I knew that whatever I said they would not believe me, their minds were already made up and I was guilty.

"You are given the floor to plead your case and the court led by his majesty the king will then decide your fate." Glenda said and I heard her footsteps retreat as she walked away. My whole body shook not knowing what to say. I bit my lip suddenly giving up. I wiped away my tears with the back of my hand, my head moving up as my blood stained hair fell at my sides.

I nearly gasped, so many eyes on me, so many people watching me with so much hate in their eyes. I stood, my eyes taking in the people that sat in what was a court. I knew where he was, could feel his eyes on me and I stared at anywhere beside where he sat. I did not want to look at him for I would start crying again, I did not want to see him for the pain would be unbearable. My hand fell on my belly, rubbing it as a sole tear slipped. It was hard yet at that point I accepted my fate. I swallowed, my eyes moving until they laid on him, I took the pain as it hit so hard I stumbled, gripping the wooden stand not to fall. I stared at his eyes, he wearing his royal robe with his crown on his head. He looked so handsome with his eyes dark filled with a feeling I could not point out. I stared at him as the memory of us running around the garden hit me, I could remember the first time I had seen him, how scared I was. My heart fluttered as my tears slipped yet I found a smile gracing my face. He stared at me, watching with his eyes getting darker knowing his rage was hitting the roof. He was misinterpreting, his body bolted up his chair and I knew he was on his way down to end me. I stood waiting for it, I stood for if I was to die then I would die by his hand.

In all the mist the doors suddenly flew wide open, the sound echoing all over the room so much so I flinched with my eyes snapping to the door. Two young girls around the age of eighteen walked in. They wore simple white dresses that floated all around them. Light suddenly shone through the door, light that could blind. The girls sang, their voices were like angels singing, so beautiful I found myself tearing up. Everyone suddenly stood up and they were on the floor bowing in an instant.

The girls walked in with the light getting brighter and there walked in a woman. There was no way I was could stay up with the power that surged through the room. My knee hit the floor as I bowed. My heart drummed not knowing what was happening. I heard four hearts meaning there had been two more girls behind her and they sang so beautifully my heart was healed. Light shone in the room having it bright. There was so much power it had me shake where I was. My forehead was touching the floor with fear having me heave. I knelt there, the time passing by as I waited, wondering who it was. I could not move, could not even blink as I knelt on the cold floor with my stomach churning as if I was to vomit soon. I shook even harder thinking of how this could not be happening to me at this point, goddess I could not vomit at such a time. I closed my eyes, willing the dizzy spell away with my stomach not having it.

"You may all stand." A voice came and oohh goddess it was so sweet and so hypnotising I found myself crying. It brought such peace, a relief yet as I heard the others rise I could not. My stomach was churning and soon I would have the floor covered with my blood. Scared to anger whoever that was I tried standing, my legs shaking as if they would snap. I held on to the stand until finally I was up but with the power the woman held I could not raise my head, I tried but it was as if a brick was just there holding my head down.

"Why was I called Aristarcus, you know I don't like being disturbed when I am in planning."

"Mother, you will not want to miss this." The king's voice came and my heart could not stop drumming. The freaking queen witch was here! I do not know why but suddenly I was scared, so scared I shook. My head throbbed and the fear that gripped me was just too much to bare.

"Okay then. It is nice to see you though my love, come." I heard the witch queen say and I wanted so much to see what was happening yet I could not. My eyes could only wonder to a certain extent of the floor.

After some time I heard the shuffling of feet as the girls hummed the song until they stopped all together. I stood where I was, hearing feet walk up and then there were just the hearts beating and nothing else.

"What is trial on then?" The queen witch asked and I felt like dying where I was. Why had they not have just killed me? I wish I could have just died, wish I could just disappear and seize to exist. The fear that I held was something I had never felt before, it was so consuming it choked me. I was breathing heavily and sure that all eyes were now on me and my stomach was not letting out.

"May the accused please tell the court why she is accused, start from the beginning please." It was the king, his voice washing over my body, healing and killing it at the same time. I shook like a leaf where I stood sure that the Queen witch was now staring at me. My hands were pale as everyone waited. I could not speak, did not even know what I would, say and how.

"Speak child, the king has spoken and do you dare disobey him?" I nearly peed on myself. The queen's voice was like a thousand knives cutting me apart. I shook so bad and sure I would faint. Why was I not fainting? I wanted to faint so badly.

I tried opening my mouth but nothing came out, my throat burned with the tears seeming as if they never dried up. My lower lip trembled, there was just something about her that was just so frightening it had me question my sanity.

"Look up and speak up!" She shouted and the whole room went still as my head snapped up so painfully. My eyes fell on her and she was standing, rage coursing through her. The queen wore a white robe that danced around her with a bit of wind blowing around her. She was beautiful and I thought my eyes would bleed from staring at her. Her face though was hidden away, her white wavy hair shone so bright it there was no way you could see her face. I watched as the queen sat down next to the king on a golden chair that was supposed to be mine. I swallowed, my head wanting to bend down so much yet I could not.

I wondered if he was happy, wondered if it pleased him to see me like that. I stared at him, begging in a way and not even knowing what I was begging for. I saw the queen watch me only to turn and stare at the king.

"My name is princess...."I paused, the pain hitting at once as I swallowed.

"I am Anastasia Furthrone and I was sent to wed the king." I paraphrased, waiting for the words to sink in.

"The king is my mate....."My words were cut off by the queen herself.

"Vampir, why am I just hearing of this?" Her voice was loud and clear.

"You don't like being disturbed when planning." He answered with her own words.

"Don't patronize me boy, there is no way you have a mate, please tell me you did not fall for that trick?"

"She is mom now please let her finish." The king said only for the queen to laugh.

"There is more? Wow, why is she cloaked?" The question came.

"I don't know, thought you would tell me, you are the almighty queen, aren't you?" The king turned staring at the queen who stared back at him and for a while no one said a thing.

"So you married a girl who came saying she was your mate and was cloaked, a cloak so strong even you could not break through it?" The queen asked, her voice having me shake not wanting to tell her the rest but as they both turned staring at me I knew I would be forced to spill it out. I closed my mouth yet the command she had uttered had my mouth tingle to a point of pain. I tried to force the words down yet with no success.

"I am pregnant," The words spilled out as if someone was pushing them. I stood there feeling as if I would collapse.

"I was pregnant." I said again with the tears welling as I wrapped my arms around my waist. For the longest of time no one said a thing. My eyes trailed up to the king with my heart swelling in pain, pain too much to bare. I blamed him, truly I did and I wished he could live with himself knowing he had let his only child die. I sniffled, my stomach turning as I held on tight but it was getting harder and harder.

The queen went out laughing, she laughed so hard as I stood there. Her laugh was as if the heavens had opened up and the angels singing along with the Gods. She laughed, harder and harder until she slipped from her chair. No one said anything, watching as she laughed trying to stop but failing. While she laughed I cried, I could not help but cry, weeping my heart out. She was laughing when I had lost my baby, she was laughing when everything had been ripped from me. I leaned on the wooden stand feeling my body sway. I wanted to die, wanted to die so much as my eyes fluttered, wanting to close. The guards behind me were quick to catch me as I fell. They held me up for my legs could not anymore. I bowed my head down with her laugh falling until there was nothing but my sobs.

"This is a good one my son, that is why I love you, you bring meaning to my life. That was truly a great one, now I hope your attack is as good as this because this just takes the cup." The queen said.

"Mother this is not a joke, here, I have her mark, she was my queen and she had the nerve to throw her bastard child at me, can you even imagine? She wanted a trial so there is her trial and I find her guilty." The king's words came hitting me hard as I staggered. The hands carrying me held on tighter, bruising my skin.

"Oohh, this is real, wow, she should have just got rid of the thing, with her cloaked you would not have not known."

"She tried yet unluckily for her I was there when it happened."

"Poor child." The queen said with their voices ringing in my ears. I could not hold it in anymore as I went bending over with blood pouring from my mouth. I kept on going and going, heaving and crying with the guards having no other option but to let go of me as I went collapsing on the floor with my knees hitting the ground. Everything seemed to be happening on slow motion as I bent over gagging and crying at the same time. I wished they could kill me at this point, wished they could get it over and done with at this point.

I felt him get near, felt him as he approached. My heart bled yet I was ready for it. His feet came into my line of view, stepping on blood, my eyes closed as I took in his scent. The memories played in my head, how happy we were, the times we had had.

His hand touched my skin and I could not help but sigh, him cupping my cheek and I lay on it. It felt as if all the pain and sickness had been taken away and I could finally breathe. My hand was quick to grab on his arm. I held on so tight, crying. My heart skipped a beat and I was soon scooting closer to him, I scooted so close his warmth was seeping into my skin. Tears fell as I held tighter and tighter.

"I will make it quick." He simply said having me cry harder.

"I love you." It was all I could say as I buried my body in his chest, my arms going around his waist where I held on. If I was to die, I would die in his arms. A gush of wind picked up around us and I waited, waiting for him to do it. I did not know how he would do it and I did not want to know. I lay in his chest and listened to his heart as it beat faster and faster. His body was shaking with each second passing knowing he was having difficulty doing it yet there was nothing left for us.

A movement had us both frozen. My stomach moved, the baby kicking having me gasp.

Our baby was alive, our baby was alive and still kicking.