"I HAVE PASSED BY MANY EYES,

BUT I GOT LOST IN YOUR'S"

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ISABELLA

"I am sorry, William. Please get up, scold me, beat me, do whatever you want but please...please don't be quiet" Isabella cried her heart out while holding onto the fine fabric which is now drenched in blood. It's not her blood that drenched the white fabric, the blood belongs to the love of her life...Prince and soon-to-be King of Scotland, William the third. But she couldn't see his face. Her wails can be heard from a mile, she was pleading her lover to get up, but sadly he was lying on her lap, motionless. "Baby please, don't leave me. I need you here with me. I'm begging you please get up. I'll do whatever you want." She did not stop crying. Tears poured down her cheeks continuously as she held him closer to her chest while resting her head on his. Out of nowhere, she felt tremendous pain. Someone dragged her by her long wavy hair.

"Arghhh!", she yelped in pain and tried to hold onto William. But she had no strength to hold onto him. She was devastated seeing the love of her life lying still, not moving an inch. The person dragged her away from William, while she cried her heart out. "Please let me stay with him. Please I beg you" She pleaded. But the one dragging her let out a psychotic laugh and spoke, "Oh doll don't worry, I will surely let you stay with him...AFTER I KILL YOU!" Her eyes were only concentrated on William, nothing else really mattered right now for her. Not even when the man who dragged her took a wooden log and swung it towards her. Due to the impact and force, her head swung in the opposite direction. She fell on the muddy floor, the earth beneath her was damp and moist. Yet her half-opened eyes were focused on William whose face was blurred, and soon blood started oozing out from her head. She made no effort to get up or fight back. She lay there looking at her love.

Another guy ran towards them. "Sir, I have found it!" he breathed out. "What took you so long Noah? Give it to me!" He yelled and snatched the dagger. Isabella could hear everything but she did not make any attempt to move. Her heart was already shattered the moment William fell. Her tears were flowing continuously, and the fella who dragged her knelt and spoke, " My doll, had you listed to me earlier... this would not have happened. You know I mean no ill will right?" he snickered sarcastically. He held her cheeks ever so painfully and forcefully made her look at him. He can see that her eyes held pain and sadness, and that is exactly what he wanted to see. "Still a pretty bitch, I love the way your blood highlights your beauty even more my doll, like red paint on a pretty canvas. So pretty but ahh your beauty is of waste now. We could have been much better without that bastard. Would you had listened to my warning and fled away from him, things wouldn't have come this far! Anyways, it's all in the past. There's no use of you now." He smirked and let go of her face.

Her head fell on the floor, while she looked at her love again, hoping that he might get up and things would be different. All she saw was William. Isabella lay there with her hair sprawled beautifully on the moist ground, looking ever so beautiful -bare-faced, her cheeks were flushed, one of William's favourite features of Isabella. But this time her cheeks were not flushed because she blushed at the sight of William, but because she cried her heart out continuously. She felt a sudden pain, feeling her flesh tear and a sharp object piercing into her chest. She felt the object burn her insides, and she let out the most painful growl as tears streamed down her face.

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"Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!", she screamed and got up. Her hand formed into a fist which was holding onto her dress, over her chest. Her face was damp due to the tears. And within a few seconds, her room door bursts open revealing her worried cousin. He ran towards her and knelt down, "Bambi! My baby, what happened? Shh, I'm here, calm down." He said while patting her back in a soothing way. Her breathing was unstable. She launched herself onto him and held his neck tight as if her life depends on it. "H-He-" she tried to speak but he said, "It's okay baby, calm down. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere. Take in a deep breath." He hugged her and spoke in a soothing voice. She followed as he said but she did not leave her tight hold. After a few seconds, her breathing was back to normal indicating that she calmed down. He held onto her shoulders and pushed her a little back to look at her face. He saw her cheeks stained with tears. He gently wiped her tears with his hands and caressed her cheeks.

"Is it the same dream again baby?" he softly asked her in a low volume. She nodded with her head hung low, still processing what had just happened. He sighed and spoke, "Do you wanna talk about it? You know that you can talk about it to me right my Bambi?" He got up and sat on the bed. At once she held onto his shoulders and he carried her gently, placing her over his lap. She hugs him while placing her ears on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. This was something she loved to do often, especially when she was scared and needed comfort. While pouting she spoke, "Yes, I got the same dream again and...It's scary every time. It felt so real, it burned so bad. My chest pains every time I see the same guy laid down, dead. But I can't see his face properly...And the biggest problem is I don't know why I call him William! It's weird that...William is your name!"