🌹Amora's P.O.V

I sat silently looking on as the orange skies were quickly taken over by an ocean of darkness. Twinkling specks of silver winking at me from where they hung miles away. The gentle mid December air engulfed my warm body in its chilly embrace causing sharp shivers to course through my bones. I enjoyed it though. The thick darkness, the frosty air and most of all I enjoyed the silence that brought along with it a sense of peace. It allowed my thoughts to wonder freely without any distractions.

"Amora." A familiar voice whispered causing my breath to painfully hitch. My entire body running cold silently dreading what was going to come next. I didn't make an attempt to turn around because I had grown tired of looking into his lifeless blue eyes that would darken to the point where they appeared black. Yet here he was starting a conversation instead of ending one I would start in hopes of explaining myself during our many stare downs.

There was nothing to talk about whenever he was done. Wounded I would retreat to a place that was quiet enough where the silence and natural beauty of my surroundings would drown out the hurtful things he'd say to me that would echo through my head. For weeks I'd try to remind myself that he didn't mean anything he was saying but sooner or later I pushed aside that gullible side of my sub-conscience allowing reality to knock me off of my feet. Love is something that is highly spoken about by people advertised in movies and books. They claim that it's the closest thing to magic our world has to offer. Yet standing in my emotionally bloodied and battered shell of a soul the only thing love had successfully done to me was destroy me. Destroyed me past what was fixable yet somewhere in the partially functioning heart of mine I knew that I still loved him. Even though I knew he didn't deserve it I would mentally scold my naive heart reminding it who caused us so much pain yet the feeling never left.

"Amora look at me." He mumbled attempting to brush away the hair that fell into my eyes which caused me to instinctively flinch pulling away from his touch. I didn't regret my actions although for the first time in weeks he didn't sound angry when addressing me. The usual edge to his tone wasn't there. Something I found odd but I wasn't going to drop my guard that easily his poisonous words always came. Some nights they took longer to come than others but they always did nevertheless. I didn't comply to his gentle request keeping my eyes glued to the wooden floors of the deck focusing on trying to get my uneven breathing back to its normal rhythm.

"Bambino prego appena mi guardi. Mi dispiace Bella lo so chen non sono stato trattando voi come la regina si è ma ho pensato che si è tentato di lasciarmi. Ho bisogno di mantenere sano mente di Bella. Tu sei il mio mondo ed io...ti." (Baby please just look at me. I'm sorry Bella I know I haven't been treating you like the queen you are but I thought you tried to leave me. I need you to keep sane Bella. You are my world and I....I love you) He mumbled in fluent Italian I didn't know what he was saying nor did I care to hear it in English. Standing slowly from my seated position I left making my way back into the cool room hoping to get as far away from him as possible. Walking into the living room I froze when my eyes landed on a familiar grey headed man who sat looking intently at me where I stood.

"Amora my dear!" He greeted cheerily standing to his full hight.

"Hello." I mumbled uncertainly self consciously tugging at the material of my dress in hopes that it would magically hide the fact that I was now six months pregnant. I was sick and tired of drama my life recently had enough unpleasurable excitement to last me a lifetime. Mentally preparing myself for yet another round my once calm breathing became uneven.

"You look lovely. Pregnancy suits your pretty little face. I'm proud of my son clearly he chose well." He complimented leaning forward so he kissed my forehead lightly his actions startling me.

"Thank you." I said confusion clouding my brain.

"Father." William greeted uncertainly gently tugging my body to his so my back rested on his chest. Before I wouldn't mind our closeness but this wasn't like any other time my hands instantly grew clammy as my heart hammered against my chest.

There was once a time I felt nothing but safety and warmth radiate off his body but that was when I was naive. I chose to see the good in William turning a blind eye to his inhumane tendencies. Now there was no way I could willingly turn a blind eye to them when those inhumane tendencies were all I saw when I looked at him. His fiery temper, words quick to fly off his tongue aimed purposely to hit you where it hurts. He was relentless when he saw you as his enemy...when you'd hurt him.

Though I knew better William believed that my suicide attempt was because he told me he loved me and didn't mean it. Petty I know but I knew that a major part of his anger toward me was guilt caused by him believing that his actions were what lead me to do it. I didn't quite know why I still had any positive thoughts about the man who stood behind me his hands resting lightly on my hips his thumb lightly stroking my cloth covered flesh successfully causing tingles to erupt from his delicate touch.

"I think you know why I'm here." His father said while glaring at his son above my head.

"I don't." William replied his body stiffening behind mine.

"I refuse to make an announcement to my country that my wife and their Queen has been hospitalized because my crazy son hired someone to beat his own mother half to death!" He hollered which caused me to gasp.  The  news confirming the fact although I'd witnessed enough to know that it was true for myself. William was indeed crazy! There was nothing his mother could've done to deserve such treatment and by her own son of all people.

"She's alive father and as much as it pains me to say that I think you should be grateful that I stopped it before she was dead." He replied bored as though they were talking about the weather and not the attempted murder of his own mother by him! All while I anxiously fidgeted in the presence of the two men.

"Son." His father sighed clearly tired of his son's antics and so was I.

"She tried to kill my wife and unborn child so don't stand there and look at me as though I'm the one in the wrong!" He roared causing me to jump both out of shock that he knew the truth and that his mother would do something that horrible. It wasn't a secret that she didn't like me and although I respected her opinion I never thought that she would go as far as attempting to kill me and unknowingly her grandchild. Yet that soon faded into the background when William's words finally made sense to me and clearly his father soon caught on.

"Wife?" He asked tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy.

"Sì lei è mia moglie voglio bene e non c'è niente che tu possa dire o fare per farmi tornare sul mio impegno padre." (Yes she's my wife I love her and there's nothing you could say or do to make me go back on my commitment father.) He said in Italian a small smile forming on his father's lips at his son's words.

"That's all I ever wanted to hear son. We have business to discuss! Amora my dear Rosalie should be here soon to keep you company." He said finally speaking English before walking down the corridor while William remained standing behind me.

"I know that it's going to take time for you to forgive me but for all its worth I'm very sorry Cara. I'm sorry that I didn't believe you. I was foolish for allowing my hurt and fear to cloud my judgement." He apologized before turning and walking in the direction of his office which finally allowed my tense muscles to relax and my breathing to return to its normal pattern. No matter how much I fought it I knew that he'd always have that effect on me whether I liked it or not and currently it was a bit unnerving to say the least.

Yet that didn't mean that I was dumb enough to jump back into his arms after he whispered a string of Italian into my ear and a weak attempt of an apology after all he'd done to me.

William had a very rude awakening in store.

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💋William's P.O . V

Hours earlier

Marching into the palace entrance my finger nails of my right hand angrily dug into the flesh of my palms momentarily enjoying the slight pain and the feel of the warm liquid that trickled down my palm allowed my brain stray from the urgent matter at hand. Finding my mother. A task that wasn't very hard considering she does nothing with her life but make other people's lives a living hell and acting true to her known behavior I found her in one of the spare rooms in the palace surrounded by bridal gowns accompanied by a hard working wedding planner and designer.

My rage heightened soaring to a completely new level one that I've never felt before at the mention of this wedding  that was supposedly taking place in a weeks time. She was persistent and I'd long grown tired of saying the same thing so I opted to remain silent on the matter. I wasn't going to be there on the day that much I knew. She could have the wedding with her beautifully dressed bride and no groom being televised throughout the country making a complete fool of herself nationally.

"Milla." I growled catching her attention.

"Son you can't see the dress before the big day it's bad luck." She said happily clasping her hands over her chest in a dreamy manner.

"You two leave." I ordered walking fully into the room causing the two dark haired men to scurry out of the room.

"You're keeping back progress son how may I help you?" She asked turning her attention back to scrutinizing a dress.

"You tried to kill my girlfriend." I stated simply glaring holes through her head.

"Yes but it clearly didn't work as well as I'd hoped it would. I should've known better than to trust Sara. I refuse for you to run around with some pesky mutt mere days before your wedding day. She was better off dead anyways one less nig...,"

"I dare you to complete that statement Milla." I growled moving so I towered over her five foot body.

"Nigger William! She isn't worth anything and if you thought I would allow you to impregnate that little heifer...allowed some little hood rat to carry our country's future heir! You my child were sadly mistaken." She concluded turning to face my now shaking form.

Growing up I was thought to treat everyone equally something I clearly didn't learn from my dear mother but Dora and my father and it would be something I'll ensure to teach my child. We were all human the only difference between us were the texture of our hair and the different shades to our complexion. We all had feelings, we all have blood running through our veins. We breathe the same air for crying out loud. It's never made sense to me why people would assume that they were any better than others because of their skin color. Being racist was a waste of energy and I had better use for mine.

"You don't get to decide anything Milla you sound like a illiterate tramp." I spat stepping away from her finding it hard to keep my standards and morals in place. I was thought that a man should never hit a woman yet standing looking at my mother's face and hearing how she spoke about the woman I loved made that value very hard to keep. I wanted nothing more than to make her feel what I felt when I thought I was going to loose Amora and what Amora felt when I would verbally assault her with words I knew would leave scares ones I hoped would match the ones she'd left on my already battered heart.

"William I don't care what you say about me it's the truth and soon enough you'll thank me for saving you from the potential blasphemy." She murmured throwing a tight smile my way before busying herself with the dresses that littered the walls of the room. I returned her smile causing hers to naturally brighten though we were smiling for completely different reasons nevertheless at least I knew she had felt as though she'd accomplished what she had set out to do before reality hit her in the face.

"I hope you feel as good as I do when this is over." I muttered turning and exiting the room stepping aside to allow the short stocky woman who hugged a metal whip to her chest smiling sweetly at me before walking in the room and locking the door behind her. Anxiously awaiting the pleasant sound of metal contacting flesh finally echoed through the room quickly followed by a blood curdling screams that shook the surrounding walls causing a sadistic smile to tug at my lips. I felt no remorse as I listened to the painful cracking of the whip and my mother's vein screams for help. She deserved every bit of pain she was experiencing. When I had enough of her screams that died down after what felt like an eternity I unlocked the door walked in signaling to the now blood covered women that she could stop her assault on my mother who's sky blue dress was now painted scarlet red and her body laid still on the glossy marble floors.

"Thank you." I said warmly handing the woman a cheque before leaving the room for good.

I knew that I messed up with Amora and I'm pretty sure she hated me at this point but that didn't mean that I was going to give up on us. I would wait patiently for her to forgive me no matter how long it took. She was worth it but after all I messed things up with my big mouth and temper but that didn't mean that I was going to give up Amora deserves a happy ending and I was going to give her that even if it would be the last thing I did.

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