Third Person Narrative
It has been a month since the death of Blake and Israel hasn't been the same, she's been having sleepless nights of Blake's death, and a Demon.
"Milady," Claire called, tapping her lightly on the shoulder.
"Yes." She replied clearing her throat.
"The king has requested your presence."
"Okay, let me just...."
"Israel, I think it's best if you freshen up first," Claire explained looking at her with a sympathetic manner.
"Yes, you're right, let me just go and freshen up." She agreed walking towards the bathroom in slow strides.
"Do you need help?"
"Thank you, but I can manage." She uttered.
When she made her way inside the bathroom, she locked the door behind her and a sob escaped her parted lips, feeling the baby's kick bought her back to reality, and slowly she made her way over towards the mirror.
