Never Forget You

Chapter 5- Mending the Hearts of The Two Souls

Anabelle's POV:

"Anabelle, dear please come out and have dinner at least downstairs. You just ate breakfast since morning and it will only deteriorate your health more if you don't eat properly. Please come down." My mother tried begging me to come down but I just can't. I won't be able to...

It has been a proper two weeks since the incident with Stefan and I have only been able to get out of bed for breakfast before going up, right before my mother gets up. I usually just ask the maids to get me some cardamom tea, since it was my favorite type of tea, in my room as I laid there with the my favorite Shakespeare n***********g until my heart deemed satisfied. And look at this, I started reading Hamlet, a b****y murder tale about a man who kills his entire family in a blood bath. How wonderful... Note the satiric tone in my voice...

Yes I have been a dark soul ever since that incident and have completely eradicated the mere thought of true love, because let's be real that does not happen to anyone of us in any timeline at all. At least that's what I think...

"Mother please let me be. I would like to be left alone, with my book and my tea in peace. I am doing absolutely okay. No need to worry about me at all." I said, raising my voice a little just so that my mother can hear me properly through the door. I hope that she takes a hint and leaves me because I just want to be left alone. Is that too much to ask for? I hope not...

No doubt, I have become pretty lethargic and I haven't been attending palace duties as much since the incident which is very careless of me but what can I say? I fell very low ever since Stefan, our as I like to call him, 'asshat' said those words to me that degraded me and my character.

I don't even think about anyone or anything cheering me up anytime soon but I do have to start acting responsible towards hospital duties... I thought to myself as I finally got up from my solitary bed but stumbled back because I felt dizzy. What the...?

As soon as I felt drowsy, I heard a knock at my door as I heard the maid call out my name, as a signal for me to come down. But I can only sway side by side before I finally fell down on the floor with a hard thud, hoping that I didn't bash my head in the process. Looks like drinking tea will be the main reason that I will fall into anemia.

I thought before I drifted into darkness, not before hearing the maid coming in and screaming for mother to come up quick.

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3rd Person's POV:

The royal maid burst through the doors as she heard a loud thud, more as if someone fell loudly, as she saw Anabelle lying down with a pale face, which made the delicate maid scream in horror as she ran towards Anabelle hurriedly and placed her head on her lap and tapped her face repeatedly trying to wake her up or at least keep her eyes open.

"Princess please keep your eyes open. QUEEN VICTORIA! PLEASE COME QUICK!" The maid screamed as she cried out in desperation, clearly worried about the Princess's health and condition.

As soon as Queen Victoria came in, the sooner she felt stunned, no she felt horrified at the scene in front of her as she cried out coming near her only daughter who laid there unconscious from the weakness she had acquired these past two weeks.

"Anabelle. Baby please open your eyes. Darling please keep your eyes open for me please. Wake up. GET THE DOCTOR RIGHT NOW!" She suddenly screamed at the maid, startling her before the delicate woman ran through the doors in search of a doctor who can help her with her daughter.

The old woman just sat there crying in desperation as she held her daughter close to her, the only thought in her head that kept playing was to curse Stefan and his family from hell and back.

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Stefan's POV:

"Son why are you so deep in thought? It's been two weeks and you still haven't been the same ever since then. What's on your mind boy?" My father asked worriedly, trying to figure out the main reason as to why I am always so deep in thought 24/7 but the truth is that I haven't been the same ever since I said all of that crap to Anabelle.

It was all because of that brute who gaslighted me and my own father who made me doubt my actions on marrying the only woman whom I grew to love. Sure it's my fault for saying all for that without any context, but at the same time it was them who gaslighted me to the extent of saying all of the crap to her. God if only there was a way I could make it up to her...

"Uncle Charles, for God's sake you don't need to worry about him all the time. He just needs more attention like the brat he is and then he will be fine and on about his way. Besides, if he is still moping over the fact that he said all of that to the Princess, then he shouldn't because he said all of the right things to that whore." The brute said, making me snap my head in aboutllndnger as I pushed back the chair harshly and got up coming right at his face as I went to grab his collar harshly.

"Listen you brute, it was all because of your provoking words that I even had the guts to say all of that to Anabelle. You just want to make my life miserable to the extent where I won't be able to take the throne, admit it! Because only a person as jealous and envious as you would want me to say that to the woman I started to love!" I spat agressively at his face, making him all flustered in embarrassment as he looked towards his shoes, but his face says it all. He is the brat in this matter and to disrespect the Queen's daughter was the main reason to justify all of that.

"Listen stop overreacting. You just want the attention like a little bab-"

I interrupted him as I jerked his collar within my grip harshly, "Or maybe you want the attention all to yourself because you were deprived of daddy's love as a child. If anyone should be called brat in this matter, it should be you. You're the one who needs all the attention he needs in order to be the centre of every matter at hand." I said, as the brute had the audacity to stare me down.

But all of that was interrupted when the guards busted through the doors in urgency, startling me and my father.

"Sire! The Princess... She is in critical condition." With those words, my entire world stopped as I looked at the guard with a horrified expression. What? Ana.....

"What?! What happened to her?" My father asked, clearly alarmed by this news as he got up from his chair and stood next to me trying to calm me down.

"She has become anemic. She hasn't been eating properly since two weeks which resulted in her fainting due to weakness." Two weeks... Since the day I left the palace after I said all of that crap to her.. Oh my god. What have I done?

"Oh my god. Ready the carriage right now! Hurry up and don't even waste a second!" My father screamed at the guards, as I let go for the brute who straightened his collar before walking by my father's side, as I was left behind.

I couldn't stop myself as the next thing I knew, I dropped to my knees and began crying loudly, my tears flowing down my cheeks one by one. God please forgive me for I have committed the world's most gravest sin...

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Anabelle's POV:

Pain. That's all I felt as I tried to pry my eyes open for the first time in hours, trying might be an understatement because I have been doing this since the past few hours. God waking up in the morning isn't as hard as it should be...

I finally managed to open my eyes but squinted them as I felt blinded by the strong lighting in the room I was in. Where am I? And why does my head feel wet?

I groaned out in annoyance, clearly done with the extensive care that I was given in the spam of of a few hours.My groan didn't go unnoticed as I heard my mother sigh in relief as she came by my side and hugged me.

"Oh my god, Anabelle. You're awake finally! God I'm so glad your eyes are open." My mum said, clearly in distress as she hugged me close to her chest and held me like that for a few minutes before helping me sit up and giving me a glass of water, as I drank the whole glass in a few minutes. What can I say? I was thirsty...

"How are you feeling, my darling?" My mother asked as I took my last gulp of water before setting the glass by the night stand.

"Like I fell from a cliff and got a concussion. Where am I?" I are masked rubbing my pounding head as I looked around, careful not to get dizzy again by my snapping head.

"You're in the medical chambers for now darling." My mother informed me, making me slowly turn my head towards her as I looked at her in shock. Medical what...?

"W-what? What happened to me?" I asked, clearly shook at my mother's statement as if tried to remember what happened earlier to put me in this predicament in the first place.

"Don't you remember, honey?" She asked, curious to know what I can last recall, to which I shook my head in denial. God I have a weak memory. Okay I'm getting old... "You passed out due to anemia. We had to take you to the doctor because of your condition. Sweetheart, you have been in and out of consciousness for at least 16 hours." She said and I never snapped my head that quick in my life, when she said that I was in a coma for 16 hours. Great...

"Honey, why would you do that to yourself? You know that you have to be strong for me. At least be my strength instead of being my weakness." She said, jokingly, making me chuckle lightly before frowning as I remembered why I passed out.

"It's because I didn't eat for two weeks right? After the whole Stefan situation?" I asked emotionless as she nodded solemnly. That two faced bastard...

"Honey, he came here to the palace grounds with Charles and Louis to check up on you." She informed me, making me scowl at her statement. What?

"And did you let him in the room I was in?" I asked clearly angry that the asshat tried to even visit me after putting me in that condition.

"Of course not, darling. I simply just opened the door to your room but never let them in. Honey, Stefan was really desperate to just be by your side. I can tell that he cried after he heard of your condition." She said, trying to get some sympathy out of me but I can only just look emotionless and stare forward because I don't feel any sympathy for me. He made me suffer, now it's his turn to suffer...

"Mother, why are you telling me all of this? I don't care if he wanted to be close to me because I don't want to be close to him. I don't care if he cried for a few hours for me but I starved for two weeks straight because of what he said to me. So please just leave me alone and don't let him know about me or even come near me. Because I don't want to see him ever again." I said, finality within my voice, as my mother nodded with her down before she left the room.

Who cares if he cried for a few hours? Okay it's not like I don't feel an ounce of sympathy for him, I do believe me but I just don't want to meet him or be close to him at all for the next few days I try to recover from this anemia. For now, Stefan Voldor can rot in hell...

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