"Day two." Anna placed her hand on the satin hangers, "Day three." She moved another dress forward. "Day four." Three dresses moved by the rest of the pack. "Day fiv-"

"Okay, okay, I get it." Evee spoke, stopping Anna from actually listing every single day of their tour in The Netherlands. "I have multiple dresses for the eight days. You'll be with me, right? Everything will be okay."

"Yes, I will be with you but I still need you to study the schedule and practice the speeches. The  Museum Boijmans Van Beuningenin in Rotterdam, which you will visit on your third day is very keen on you speaking. This gala gown is for the opera show in Amsterdam at the Royal Theatre Carré, you will meet with the King and The Queen on day four and then go to the theatre together-"

"And the next day, we will visit the Anne Frank House, I know, Anna." Evee nodded her head eagerly.

"You have been getting better." Anna spoke cheekily, eyeing the blonde petting the fat Beagle that was lying around on his back.

"I need to, they're watching me like hawks." Evee mumbled, averting her eyes towards her stylist.

"Ever since you both returned from your honeymoon you guys have been working so much, they can't say anything negative and if they do, they're hating anyways. Haters will always hate." Anna shrugged, looking at the dresses one last time. "I will pack these tomorrow, I should probably get going."

"You should, go enjoy your off days. I'll see you next week." Evee straightened her legs, ignoring Bennett's fishy eyes wondering where she was off to.

"Try getting some sleep, will you? You look dead tired." Anna spoke in concern, looking at the Duchess with worried eyes. The blonde had been in constant meetings for HeartChild and if she wasn't doing that, she visited hospitals, museums or attended charity events with The Duke of Clarence and Avondale by her side.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." The Duchess waved away her stylists accusations. "It's probably just a stomach bug. I've been feeling a little under the weather but it should be over in no time."

"Maybe you should see a doctor before we go abroad, I don't want you to go puke in Anne Frank's closet." Anna held back a smile as she buttoned her light trench coat.

"I'm not going to puke in Anne Frank's closet." Evee rolled her eyes, watching how Anna waited for her to take the lead out of the room.

"You better not be." Anna spoke, "Just remember you two have a couple of days off when you get back."

"I'll be fine, I'm actually quite excited to visit The Netherlands, I've been there so many times before when I was a child."

Anna nodded her head, "Okay, I'll see you next week on Monday then."

"Yes, of course. Enjoy you weekend." Evee watched how her stylist quickly waved and smiled at her to finally close the door. She took a deep breath, leaning on the door for a minute to control the dizziness. Anna was right, she was dead tired. Her feet were sore from the constant heels and her limbs had shaken more hands these past months than she had ever done in her entire life.

She closed her eyes for a minute, enjoying the silence around her, still leaning on the door post. When she finally opened them, she noticed the Beagle staring at her with a crooked head. "You're right buddy, I should probably try to take a nap." The old Beagle followed his owner with a waving tail, already knowing the word 'nap'.

Evee entered the bedroom, immediately closing the blinds to shut out the afternoon sun. "Come on then." She patted the bed, watching how the Beagle struggled to get on it. "You need to eat less, I've been telling you that." She placed her hands around the dog's stomach, tiredly lifting his fat belly upon the bed. "Don't tell Harry though. You normally can't go on the bed, but I'll make an exception because I need a cuddling partner today."

She sighed, shifting herself on the bed next to the dog, spooning him from behind. Bennett placed his head on her left arm, enjoying the closeness. "Half an hour Bennett, maximum." She mumbled, placing a small kiss upon the dogs head and letting the tiredness hit her eyes. It was only a matter of seconds before drowsiness took over her body and fatigue finally hit her.

"Sweety-" She heard someone whisper in her ear, an arm covering her stomach from behind. "Evee-"

"Shhh. She's not here." She whispered in the dark, still feeling tired.

"If you don't get up now, you won't be able to sleep tonight." Harry spoke gently in her ear, placing a strand of her hair behind her ear carefully.

"Mmm." She grumbled, trying to turn around but still feeling Bennett's head on her left arm. The dog had not moved from its spot on the bed. "What time is it?"

"Six thirty." Harry held back a smile when he saw the form of her body trying to stretch through the darkness.

"I've slept for more than two hours." Evee groaned, rubbing her eyes tiredly. "I promised Anna I would start packing my private clothing for next week."

"I'm going to turn on the light, alright?" Harry spoke, turning his body towards the nightstand to turn on the small lamp on it. When the darkness of the room carefully edged away, he noticed his wife lying next to him with her eyes still closed. "You look worse than yesterday, maybe you should stay in bed after all." He muttered, scanning her pale face. "Have you eaten yet? Let me bring you something."

"It's fine. I'm not that hungry." She replied, "Aren't you going to tease me about the dog being on the bed?"

"No, I'm going to make you eat something." He pointed out, throwing his legs over the bed.

"Look, I've told you this before, it's just a bug, I got from Finland. Should be over in no time." Evee spoke, mentioning their honey moon.

"Finland was two months ago." Harry raised his eyebrows, "I'm going to call a doctor. This thing needs to be cleared out before we leave next week."

"No, I don't need a doctor. I'm a nurse, I'll heal by myself." She mumbled, turning around to push her face into the big fluffy pillow. "If you wouldn't have crammed so many snowballs down my jacket, I wouldn't be sick." She muttered.

"This has nothing to do with our honeymoon, it's not my fault you fell down fifteen times. You practically have no motoric skills." He tried holding back laughter, remembering the way she threatened to stick her ski poles up his ass almost every day.  He was glad that even though she looked sick, she still held her sense of humour.

"I did not hear you complain in that chalet in front of that fireplace." She raised her eyebrow at him, looking at his concerned eyes.

His concern look took over a smug grin, "Well no... You're right. I might take my motoric skills comment back."

"I might not be good with ski poles but I'm an expert with other poles." She muttered, sighing deeply to throw her legs slowly off the bed. She tried standing up too fast and felt the blood rushing away from her head. "Wow."

"Okay, that's it. Sit. I'm calling a doctor." Harry quickly placed his hands on her waist, trying to steady his wife. "Back it the bed you."

"But-"

"No, in the bed. I won't have it. I'm calling the doctor."

"Harr-"

"No arguments. You need to lay down-"

"I need to pee." Evee muttered, slightly rolling her eyes at his protective streak.

"Oh okay, let me take you to the bathroom." His arm wrapped around her waist, gently escorting her as if she bruised like a peach.

"I can walk you know." He ignored her comment, escorting her towards the bathroom. When her feet finally hit the marble floor, she turned around to close the door.

"Wait-" He stuck his hand in between the door and the doorpost. "Let me help-"

"Out!" She ushered, scolding him a little. "I can actually sit on the toilet by myself. I don't need you to pee for me."

"Right. I'll ring up James to call a doctor in the meantime." Evee just shook her head at him, closing the bathroom door. Her feet finally made their way towards the toilet, sitting down quickly to stop the dizziness in her head. She heard Harry speak right outside the door and yelled, "Are you actually calling the doctor while I'm peeing?!"

"Hold on James-" She heard Harry speak, "I'm just making sure you don't fall. I don't want to leave the room."

"I can't concentrate! Go talk somewhere else!" She shouted back, closing her eyes to try and water. When she finally heard him leave the bedroom, it took her another few seconds to actually pee.

She sighed. Harry was probably right, she should eat something. The only reason her stomach felt so heavy was because she hadn't eaten anything today. Her blood sugar was too low and now she felt dizzy. She should probably try to drink some coke. She would recover then, her stomach would feel better also. When she carefully uplifted herself from the toilet and flushed, she washed her hands. Groaning when she saw her own image in the mirror.

She did look like crap.

Her skin was pale and her usually sparky eyes stared at her a little deadly. She had overworked herself these past months, it was as simple as that. They had been so hectic that she didn't know what to do first. Her feet held blisters she never had after running miles every day at the hospital. Her cheeks literally hurt from smiling and she would never tell, but her self-confidence had taken a major plunge.

He always told her not to read the papers. They always had something to say. They would always find something.

And it was true, they always did. They didn't like the way she curtsied, she wasn't sophisticated enough, she laughed too hard with the children and when she tried not to laugh, they wrote that she was a stone cold bitch. Her clothes weren't perfect; she wore too many expensive things and she had too many nude coloured heels (apparently 74 pairs according to the Daily Mail). But when she actually wore the same kind, they wrote that she wasn't original enough. 'Too common' for a Royal Prince.

As quickly as they accepted and loved her before they actually got married, so rapidly they spat her back out.

It would never be good enough.

"You okay in there?" Harry commented from behind the closed door.

"Yes, I'm fine. Just give me a couple of minutes and I'll be out." Her hands pushed themselves underneath the streaming cold water, slapping the water on her face to actually wake up a little. Closing the tab, she grabbed the nearest towel to dry her face. Her own tired, green eyes stared back at her, finally averting towards her own engagement ring and wedding band on her left hand.

"The doctor should be here in an hour." She heard him speak.

It was a god damn good thing she loved that man to death.

She didn't think she'd survive if she didn't.

Author's note: The start of La Chenille! As you can tell, this story will be a little darker but it'll have great, cute moments too. Don't worry.