"The Duchess remains in the woods." Announces the doctor sitting beside your lifeless form on the bed. The room was sullen, almost as though even the walls knew not to be joyful.

Jeremy stands at the foot of the bed. This was meant to be a joyous occasion, the birth of his son and heir yet here you laid in a pool of your own blood on your bed while the baby gaggled in his nanny's arms.

It has been two weeks since that fateful day, you were left barely alive by the end of it. Frail and weak with your body battered, you stumble across the hallways to find your husband.

Like a beacon of light, you find him going through documents in his office. Jeremy's eyes glance up before his body stands to catch you.

"You are meant to be resting!"