An agonizing pain tearing through her body awoke Y/N in the middle of the night.

Y/N sat upright in bed, panting slightly, sweat rolling down her forehead. She had no idea if she had just awoken from a nightmare or if it was something else.

Taking a deep breath, she got off the bed and stood, stretching a little. She walked over to the window, carefully opening it a little, hoping to not make a noise.

Y/N leaned against the window frame a little and gazed at the night sky, taking deep, slow breaths and enjoying the cool night air. She didn't let the window open for long though and carefully closed it again after some moments, before she turned around and walked back to the bed she shared with her husband.

Then she realized that she hadn't awoken from a nightmare. The nightmare would just begin.

Splotches of red were tainting the bedsheets where Y/N had just lain. Quickly and as silent as she could, Y/N rushed to the full body mirror that stood in the corner of the room, twisting and turning slightly, until she found the blood right where she dreaded it most.

"No...", she whispered, her eyes wide in horror, her heart beginning to race, when she turned back to the bed and began to think of what to do. He couldn't know. He couldn't find out.

Henry shifted on his side of the bed and turned towards where Y/N should lie. His arm moved to find her, but when he didn't and instead touched something wet, something warm, his eyes opened. He gazed down at his hand, the blood shimmering on his fingers.

Then his eyes found Y/N standing across the room, shaking violently, tears burning in her eyes, threatening to spill.

"What is this?", Henry quietly asked, but Y/N knew he was already assuming something.

Y/N gulped, opening her mouth to say something, but Henry cut her off by getting to his feet and approaching her menacingly. "What. Is. This?", Henry growled, holding his hand out for Y/N to see.

The tears spilled.

"It's our child," Y/N whimpered, closing her eyes and shrinking away, already feeling the contact of his palm with her cheek. But the contact didn't come.

"What do you mean?", Henry asked and Y/N believed to hear concern in his voice. Slowly she dared to look up and found Henry standing right in front of her, concern lacing his features, sadness in his eyes.

Y/N gulped, trying to find the right words "I...women don't bleed during pregnancy, unless...unless they lost their child..." A sob escaped her lips and she shrunk back again, scared of how he would react now.

"So...you lost our child?", Henry asked, reaching his hand out carefully. Y/N winced back a little, but found a small moment to relax when his hand caressed her cheek gently, wiping the tears away.

She could only nod. Her voice would fail, she was sure of it. Henry had forced this child into her, but that didn't mean she didn't want to love and cherish it. And even though it's been only a couple of weeks, it still somehow...hurt.

Henry let his hand drop from her cheek and she dared to look up, only to now feel the sharp stinging pain of his hand colliding with her face.

Y/N gasped as she staggered back, laying a hand on her cheek, the tears coming to a sudden stop.

"Do you think I lost it because I wanted to?", Y/N breathed and looked up, shock, horror, pain, all of those emotions laced her voice and filled her eyes.

"You lost our child! My heir! How dare you?", Henry snapped and raised his hand again, but Y/N grabbed the closest thing and threw it at him. It was a small hand mirror. The mirror barely missed his eye.

Henry staggered back at the impact and Y/N took the opportunity to tackle him. Henry landed on the ground with a loud thud and Y/N sat on top of him, punching at his face and chest.

This was anything but wise. But she was blinded by anger. Sorrow. Pain.

In the blink of an eye Henry flipped them over, pinning her down harshly. Y/N tried to rip her hands out of his grip, tried to hurt him some way, but couldn't as he then knocked the air out of her by punching her into her lower abdomen - where their child would've grown. If it would've lived.

"This is for losing our child," Henry snarled, so much venom in his voice, it scared her to death, it scared her even more as she knew what he was capable of doing.

Another punch.

"This is for daring to hurt me."

Another punch.

"For your naivety."

The tears were rolling again, Y/N gasping for breath, holding herself back from sobbing as good as she could. She didn't want to uselessly waste the little air she had.

"And this," Henry whispered, leaning down to her ear, his hot breath on her skin sending shivers down her spine.

"This, my beloved wife, is your reward," Henry grinned viciously down on her as her eyes widened and she began to struggle in his grip once more.

Fear was slowly freezing her, making it harder for her to move. She couldn't find her voice, couldn't find the strength to yell, to scream, to try and get someone's, anyone's, attention.

And she cursed herself for her weakness.

Henry made sure to be agonizingly slow. To torment her. To pleasure himself. He took his sweet, little time, getting more pleasure out of watching Y/N cry, sob, suffer.

When he was done, he just left her there, broken, on the ground, not giving her a second glance.

And Y/N curled up into a crying mess, praying for this horror to soon come to an end.