The sound below Elizabeth's bedroom woke up baby Louisa and she started to cry. She picked up the little baby and wrapped her in her silk blanket. She gently patted her back and hummed a sweet melody in her ear. The baby settled quickly and Elizabeth placed the child back into her crib. She began getting ready for bed. She opened the grand closet in the bedroom and selected a nightgown. She put the nightgown on and sat on her large bed and started to brush her long flowing hair. Suddenly there was a loud abrasive knock at the door. He looked at the floor and paused for a moment. “Hello?”
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| - The sound below Elizabeth's bedroom woke up baby Louisa and she started to cry. She picked up the little baby and wrapped her in her silk blanket. She gently patted her back and hummed a sweet melody in her ear. The baby settled quickly and Elizabeth placed the child back into her crib. She began getting ready for bed. She opened the grand closet in the bedroom and selected a nightgown. She put the nightgown on and sat on her large bed and started to brush her long flowing hair. Suddenly there was a loud abrasive knock at the door. He looked at the floor and paused for a moment. “Hello?”
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| - The sound below Elizabeth's bedroom woke up baby Louisa and she started to cry. She picked up the little baby and wrapped her in her silk blanket. She gently patted her back and hummed a sweet melody in her ear. The baby settled quickly and Elizabeth placed the child back into her crib. She began getting ready for bed. She opened the grand closet in the bedroom and selected a nightgown. She put the nightgown on and sat on her large bed and started to brush her long flowing hair. Suddenly there was a loud abrasive knock at the door. She quickly made sure that she was decent before she opened the door. She opened the large wooden door quietly to avoid waking Louisa. Although she tried to be quiet, there still was a slight creak from the iron hinges. Standing in front of her was Reginald’s head guard looking slightly flustered. She was used to seeing him marching about the castle with other guards. She always felt very safe around him. He had a tough face and large belly but she always felt that he was loyal to house Scott and he would protect them with his life. “Is there a problem?” she said to the guard with a vague undertone of annoyance. The guard appeared to be panting as if he had been running. There was clear perspiration coming from his brow. It made his hard looking face look worse. “I’m sorry m’lady I was sent by his Lordship. He and Marcus they….” “They have what, had a falling out? Hardly a reason to come to my bed chamber and disturb us.” She interrupted casually. “Sorry m’lady you misunderstand. They haven’t had a falling out they have been fighting. Fist fighting to be precise and now Marcus has been arrested and locked in the castle dungeon, I don’t have a good feeling about all this m’lady. He looked at the floor and paused for a moment. “Because m’lady….I…. I know that most of the house guard are in Marcus’ pocket.” The guard rubbed his big hands together nervously. “He’s in the dungeon for fighting with Reg? What for? Reg would never put Marcus in the dungeon.” She said getting flustered. “I am sorry m’lady…..Marcus….He…..He be-headed a man while he was been sentenced.” The guard looked as if he had just understood the significance of what he said for the first time. The colour in his face drained away. The words hit Elizabeth like a horse carriage. She felt her knees start to go under her weight. She felt dizzy and sick. “I must speak with Reg, as soon as possible. I will be down shortly.” Her voice was beginning to crack. “M’lady if you please, can I accompany you to the audience chamber as a precaution.” The guard looked both ways down the corridor. “You think I may be unsafe?” she said still trying to come to grips with what had happened. “No m’lady I just want to help you if you are taking the little one.” He tried to sound as honest as possible. “What about the boy? m’lady?” “I think he’s asleep. I don’t want to worry him. Wait for me at the bottom of the stairs and I will meet you in a minute.” The guard nodded and hurried down the corridor and shuffled down the stairs. Elizabeth put some presentable clothes on and picked up the baby. As she did Kingsley knocked and entered the room. After she convinced her young son that everything was OK and he should go to bed, she made her way out of the room quietly and went to meet the guard at the bottom of the stairs. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, the guard wasn’t there. She looked left and right. All she saw both ways was darkness. She walked slowly around the curved corridor. The baby was asleep and laying comfortably on her chest. The castle was usually quiet at this time in the evening but never this quiet. There was something definitely amiss. It made her feel uneasy. She had noticed that the candles lighting the walkway had all been blown out so as she was walking around it was getting darker. She came to the end of the corridor where there was another set of stairs leading down to the ground floor. As she was about to make her way down, she noticed the outline of a figure in the darkness. The figure was sitting down beside the banister. As she got closer she realised it was the guard. “Why are you sitting there? You said you would meet me by the other stairs.” Only silence was returned to her question. She moved closer to the guard and got within one meter of him. The light from the moon from a nearby window cast a dim light on his face. His eyes were open. “Hello?” She moved closer to look at him. There was blood still spilling out all over his massive belly. She looked down at the floor and realized she was standing in a huge pool of blood. She felt a huge panic wash over her. Her dizziness returned with a thud. She gripped the baby tightly and staggered backwards, slipping in the viscous sticky blood. She bumped into something behind her that wasn’t there before. She turned around as quickly as she could. The last thing she saw before she passed out, in the pool of blood, was a massive studded fist approaching her face with deadly velocity.
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