It's that time again! It's getting late, and I need my sleep, so here we go! I think the chapter should be out by the end of the week.
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I lost track of the number of days I simply lay in our bed trying to stop thoughts of Edward from plaguing my conscious mind, and occasionally sleeping when I could no longer keep my eyes open. Alice had sat beside me a few times, and I tried to hold conversation with her, but her state was not much better than mine. I feared we were worse for each other rather than better.
When a messenger finally came to my door, my body went cold as he began to speak.
“Your presence is demanded by Esme, Queen of Forks,” he said simply, and then left the room.
His words did nothing to ease my sense of dread as I pulled myself from my position on the bed and found Jane waiting to help me dress. I wanted to fight her on the choice of attire, but we both knew if Queen Esme was calling for me, I needed to be properly dressed.
“You may go, Jane,” Esme said as we entered the grand hall and approached the throne. Carlisle was not present, nor were there any other members of the court – only Esme, with Alice standing beside her.
“Isabella, we need to speak.”
I felt my hands begin to tremble, and I found myself unable to look into the Queen’s face.
“I know what you are feeling,” she started, “for I have felt it many times before. But you cannot continue as you have been. If you do, I will be forced to send you to another part of the kingdom, so your influence does not compromise our people.”
Had I heard her right? Was the Queen going to send me away? If I were to be sent to another part of the kingdom, where would I sleep, and with whom would I stay? I thought of the rooms I was in, and how many of the items there still carried Edward’s scent, or even his very presence.
The very idea of being away from the rooms I shared with my husband was absolutely unendurable.