Contains Adult Themes


***Boudicca gently folded the satin garment and giggled at Jon's comment, about fighting to stay clear of her. She continued to rustle then thru her armoire, deciding what to take. She decided not to take too much. And she knew exactly where to get everything, should they need something.

Boudicca didn't make mention of it...but she had been giving David alot of thought these last few days. That was her only worry when it came to returning to Caledonia...especially for her own Wedding. She knew David would flip. She knew what she had said....."David, really you have no worry about me marrying. I have no desire to marry any man."
That was before Jon was able to tear down her walls, she'd built around her heart. In her heart, she felt as though she were already married to Jon....that all they needed was a "handfasting" ceremony, and signing their names to an official document. She had begun that when she was Queen. There were too many families that named all their children after the pairs first mother, and first father. For example a family that had the G-father's name as John....all his firstborn grandsons would be named John. The second after the woman's father, etc.

But she remembered how she left him. There was something there that she felt for David. And it was a true love. But not the type of love in the manner is which she loved Jonathon. Her love for David, was a family type of love, a trusting, blood born kind of love. And yes, because of her father, she loved David very much as she grew. She would have to tell him before it was announced by Lexi. She did not want him finding out by word of mouth. Well she could take care of it.

Shaking the thoughts running thru her mind, she looked over at Jon who was just sitting on the bed, staring at her. Placing another article of intimate clothing into her bag, she slowly walked up to him. His eyes never leaving her. Grabbing the post of the bed, she twirled around it to come face him face with him. Coming in close enough for a kiss....he grabbed her up to him, loosing her grip on post....she was caught up in his arms. Laughing as he pulled her tighter.....stiffling her laughter by kissing her deeply, with such a want...such need. She kissed him back in much the same way....slowly rising from his arms....she stood before him in her chiffon gown. Thin straps held the garment to her curvaceous form. It was a beautiful royal blue.

Taking a step back from him, she crossed her arms before her, and the index fingers of both hands, tucked beneath the straps and lifting them from her skin, they fell away from her arms. Arms crossed before her, she slowly brough them to her sides, the gown fell down her body, like water, cascading off her naked form. Jonathon watched her every move as if it were in slow motion. An impish grin crossed his face, as she stood before him, a slight arch of a brow was all the movement she made. He rose up slowly...Jon reached out to pull her to him. However, instead he grabbed for her hands and with his body, shoved her into the wall directly behind her. Raising her hands high above her head, so she was almost on tip toe.

Boudicca gasped as he had knocked the air from her. Opening her eyes, they began to soften from her first look of sudden surprise. Interlocking his fingers with hers, his strong arms lay over hers, just as his entire body pressed up against her. As she went to speak, Jonathon silenced her with a long deep passionate kiss. The kind that made her eyes appear to be drunk....small and glistening. No words were spoken....he broke the kiss...then he began kissing her tenderly, across her face, down her chin to her neck...to her shoulder....then further to her breast. She went to writhe slowly, gasping as he nipped and toyed with her.

So much for making ready for the trip. For afterwards, they both passed out over the pelts on the bed. Snuggled up tightly against the other, they dreamed of their tomorrow's to come.***

***Rising, she asked Emma where Jonathon was off to now. She swore she was going to nail his boots to the floor! But, in all honesty, she would never dare try to smother his carefree lifestyle. That's what kept that spring in his step, that perpetual smile on his face. Aye, Jon was a good natured man. Hopefully he will retain that same humor around David.

Emma handed her a cup of tea telling her that he had gone to town, but that she lost track of him after that. Smiling Boudicca dismissed her handmaid. Sipping the tea, she walked over to the window which over looked the area where her soldiers trained. There alone...was a very damp looking Jonathon. His body glistened and shined in the daylight. His muscles rippled as he swung his sword about his head, then would twirl and jab. She smirked watching him. His form was perfect. He obviously trained with a wonderful teacher, or he was self taught...something they never discussed.

Grabbing a hair tie, she wrapped her hair in the form of ponytail (of sorts). Going to her closet she pulled out one of her outfits she wore when going into battle. Pulling it on quickly, slipping on her boots....she ran down the stairs and stopping in the kitchen to tell Emma to bring some leomonade and glasses to the sparring ring...she grabbed a towel and was out the door. Emma giggled and shook her head.

Watching him so wrapped up in what he was doing she didnt dare interrupt. Not knowing here his head was at, she could get a belly full of steel. She stood waiting. Unseen to him was her sword worn on her back. Though she was in her leather skins. After Emma set the tray on a short stool that was out there....Boudicca...managed a loud. "AHEM!!!"
With that all movement stopped. Arms drawn back and the sword pointing at her beautiful body...he was panting. Lifting a brow, she she approached him and wiped his back and chest off with the cool towel. Wiping off his face and neck, it wasn't until then that she allowed him to kiss her. Pulling her to him she pulled back. "Would you like some lemonade....Emma went through the trouble to make it for us." Smiling, he nodded..."Well we cant dissapoint sweet Emma now can we?" Boudicca smiled and poured for them both.

Jon drank the glass straight down...and quickly poured himself yet another glass. Boudicca eyed his over the rim of her glass. An impish grin playing upon her lips. "So dear heart where have you gone, while you left me to slumber?" "Actually I was trying to find a gift for the Queen." He had a helpless look on his face. "I wound up not getting anything, and I do so wish to make a good impression on your girls." Boudicca nodded....."That's sweet of you....however I am certain they would rather see their mother smiling in the arms of the man she loves, and him smiling as well.....that's all they will want to see or have."

::As he put the glass down, before he could reach for her and pull her to him....and she drew back, she reached for her sword and as she whirled it from the back to the front, she stood in one place, the sound of the sword whirring in the air between them. Stopping just before him, she fell to one knee and presented her sword to him to look at. Examine it he did. From the use of it in battle there were many defensive cut marks on it here and there. However both sides were razor sharp...and the tip did not bend or "give" at all. Handing it back to her, she took it and rose up. Sticking it in her belt......

Emerald hues glistened in the suns glow. Staring at his sword at his side....she asked. "Would you care to a fun little duel? Just us two. And for the winner she asked....we can either choose to make love under the waning moon.....or.....rubbing the stiffness out of the winners joints, until they fall asleep." Watching her closely....she had the prowess of a cat....a lioness.....She was ready for this. The smile on her face spoke volumes. "Come my husband to be....we shall see how well we are matched other than in bed, or temperment....or spiritually. On the fitness and prowess of war fare." ******

*****Watching Jon recover from his little mis-step, she smiled to herself. She could warn him all he wanted...he would always yield to her if she so wished it. Which right now she didnt wish for. After his last comment about another moonlit ride, she smiled and in an instant the smile faded and she was at it again.

This time, she did not stop after stabs, and lurching at him. She went into attack mode, but knew to aim for his sword, not him, for he would certainly be struck if she did. This attack would continue on for a few long moments. Her smile fading the moment she first struck out at him. Jon did his best to to stay out of the way of her sword, and yet try to get a thrust in now and again him self.

Then it happened....she was driving him back. Not allowing him any room to come forward at her. At times, she would turn a full circle taking her eyes off him, only to come downward with another crashing blow to his sword he had up to protect him, anticipating her move. Then the woman warrior became unleashed. Her intensity was like none he had ever seen with any other man. Be he friend or foe. If he didnt watch what he was doing he could lose this little duel.

Swinging her broadsword side to side, top to bottom....she did not let up. Her eyes as if transfixed on his sword, not the man behind it. Each time she drew to thrust, as she brought her sword down, he would rise his up to counter her strike, the scratching and clinking of the swords could be heard everywhere within ear range of the estate. Most people watched from where they stood. Others tried to peek at the two, from around corners, etc. Boudicca suddenly poured it all on. Raising his arm up to stop her advance, he made an upward slice into her left arm. She winced, but did not stop. Jon had no idea he had actually hit her, till he saw the blood come running down her arm when she placed both hands on her sword.

Boudicca did indeed look like a ferocious lion....that mane of red, now wild and free, having come out of a ponytail some time ago. She had to keep shaking her head gently to remove it from her eyes. The muscles in her body were firm...yet not built up like say a blacksmythes would be. Pausing for a moment....Jon saw the blood. Boudicca didnt. "Love...I have hit you...please...let us tend to the wound." Boudicca was staring him in the eyes. "No, Jonathon....let us finish this." She was sooooo competetive. Raise your sword Jon." He wouldn't, so she came at him, and the warrior in him had him put his guard up against her attack. Smiling to herself, she continued on. Moving in a circular motion around him, the perspiration running off her neck and down between her breasts. She jabbed at him now and again. They could hear the others breathing quick fast panting...just as how it was when they made love.
The thought brought a smile to her lips.

It was then she attacked. She would put an end to this duel. Going directly straight at him, twirling her sword, swinging it right to left, like a huge wood chipper. Jon's eyes widened a moment. He thought he knew her heart. The doubt left him instantly. She was just alot more than what he expected. There it was, as he thought about her, and not concentrating on her motions, she jabbed inwards and upwards, the tip of her sword hitting the hilt of his sword, about one inch from his hand. His sword flew up into the air, and she pushed him out of the way as she caught it by its' hilt with her bad arm, not allowing it to hit the ground.

Crossing the swords before her, she looked over at him as his eyes filled with bewilderment. Graciously she handed him back his sword. A smirk rose up on her lips. It was then all the spectators came out clapping crying out....Bouddica....Boudicca! She giggled and bowed, then extended her hand towards Jonathon....the small crowd applauded him even louder. Smiling she ran up to her man, and jumped into his arms, kissing him over and over on his sweet mouth. Emma threw the towel at them both, that Boudicca had brought out earlier. Boudicca took it up and wiped the sweat from his brow and face, and neck and chest. Then she went to wipe her own off, when he took it and wiped her off, kissing each spot after doing so.
Giggling...he paused when he saw the blood on her arm running in a river from her shoulder to her fingertips of her left arm.

"Boudicca....I have hurt you!" Boudicca couldnt even see where the "scratch" came from. And she was on such a high she didnt care. But Emma soon found the source and raised her Misstress' arm up. She winced at the wide gash, in the flesh under Boudicca's left upper arm. Jon took the towel and wrapped her arm in it. His eyes looked as if they were full of fear...but not your normal everyday fear. "Jon, dont fret so...it's just a scratch." "No it isn't love. Come. Let's get you inside."
Boudicca looked up at him. "Surely it can't be that bad....I wont lose mae arm or anything." Emma looked down then, Boudicca looked from Emma to Jon...."Tell ME!" Jon pulled her close and began walking into the house with her by his side. As they ascended the stairs, Jon told her that it would require many a stitch, which could make her arm stiff and lame.

Boudicca thought on it along moment. Shrugging, she smiled. I have other wounds...given to me by those who hated me. This was from play...a duel....Jon....please do not be upset. You didnt mean to hit like... like I didnt mean to......." She paused a long moment. "Well it's not your fault." "No...tell me Love, what were you going to say?" I was going to say, "just like what I did, I didn't mean to do.....but I did." She smirked at him. Come....let's get in the bath. When we get out, Emma can dress my wound, and you can dress me. She wiggled her brows at him. He couldnt help but laugh at her antics. She didn't want him to beat himself up. She could have very well done the same to him. That is the risk you run when dueling. The idea is NOT to draw blood, but sometimes it happens...no foul.*******

*****Boudicca lay in bed. Jonathon had aready given her nearly 3 entire bottles of whiskey to drink. She was becoming feverish and un-
responsive to either Jon or Emma's words. Occasionally, you would hear her whimper in pain, but that was it. She was asleep. Jon felt it best to let her rest till the Dr. arrived. Her arm bandaged, it rested on a pillow Jon had placed there for her. As Emma wiped her brow, Jon went to the window looking for the Dr.'s arrival.

"What in the HELL is taking him so long?!?" Jon yelled out. Causing Emma to jump nearly out of her skin. "I....I do not know, M'Lord..shall I go ask the coachman? Jon holding his hand to his jaw, slowly nodded. "Please, Emma." Walking back to Boudicca's bedside, he sat down staring at her. His voice was just above a whisper. His gray hues stared into her face. She looked serene enough, except when she whimpered. Jon didnt know if she was dreaming or merely in pain.

Taking up the cool rag, he placed it into the large bowl on the table beside the bed. Wringing it out well. He touched Boudicca's dry lips with it. Her forehead had begun to show beads of perspiration. Dabbing her brow, he spoke to her. "Love...Come on now....wake up and look at me please?" Silence answered him. "We have to go to Caledonia...we are to be married...you have to buy your dress, and plan the wedding with your girls....your girls Boudicca...Lexi and Katie. And your grandbabies, Love. Our ...our babies love. The ones we said we would have." Tears welled up in his heavenly eyes. "Boudicca....please wake up Love.....please....." His voice trailed off, just as Emma came into the room. She watched a large tear drop fall, just as he turned from her and wiped his hand over his eyes.

"M'Lord.....I know...I know it has been four days now...but please....have faith. Please, I know it is difficult....try to be patient." She walked up beside him, and looked down at her sleeping Mistress, placing a hand of reassurance on Jon's shoulder. Jon looked back, and made an attempt at a smile. Tapping her hand gently. He lowered his head, then rose it back up. "I just want her to wake....when she fell asleep 2 days ago, I was relieved. At least the pain wasn't consuming her. But now, this silence...I don't know how long I can bare it." Emma patted his shoulder. "Come now, Sir....Our Lady wouldn't want you to fret so. Why not just take a moment, out on the balcony. The air will do you some good...perhaps leave open the door slightly." Jonathon stood up, and did as Emma told him to. "You're a good woman, Emma." Blushing, she brushed her hand at his arm. "Oh...hush." Walking to the balcony doors shaking his head...here he thought Emma was this frightened, wallflower type. She was anything but. Once again he was wrong about someone. Being at Boudicca's side for so long, there is no telling how much she has seen and knows. Stepping out onto the balcony, he turned back. "Emma, how long before the Dr.?" There was a pause. "He will arrive either late tonight or in the morning Sir."


With that, Jonathon turned about and slammed his hand down on the stone railing of the balcony. Wincing in pain...not so much of his hand, but of his heart and mind. Looking up into the moonless night, he stared at the stars. "Boudicca....Love.....please....please wake up." He did whisper after he appeared to have said a little prayer. "Please, Love."*****

*****Before she realized it, time had flown by. She was seated that evening at her daughter's table. Always at the right hand side of her daughter, with David across from Boudicca. Looking down the long oak table, her daughter Katie was beside her, and Katie's husband sat across from Katie....and so it went down the table. The children were at the very end of the table, with a waitstaff just for them. Lexi couldnt have herself the Queen, or her mother the Queen Mother, or Princess Katie taking care of Kate's own brood at dinner. Another one of Lexi's new rules.

Boudicca never had to worry about such things. Her children were always near to her, both girls one to her father's left the other to her mother's right. And they were the ONLY children even old enough to sit and behave at the dinner table. The only exception was if her dear husband was hosting a dinner for one of the local Clan's Chieftain's.

Lexi sat and all fell quiet as she asked the Lord to Bless those present, and thanked Him for the bounty that lay before them. She then proposed a toast to her mother. "To the Queen Mother! May she live on for many many more a day...and we all welcome her back home with open arms!" All lifted up their wine glasses and toasted Boudicca. She felt herself blush as her cheeks turned that shade of crimsom red, that was a rarity to see on her pretty face. During dinner, Boudicca reached for the bowl containing the bread, and her left arm suddenly ached with a deep pain. Pulling her arm back, she held it down to her side, as the other hand rubbed up and down the opposite arm. Wincing slightly, David didn't miss a thing. To keep things calm, he stood and bowed to Lexi never taking his eyes off Boudicca. It was obvious she was in intense pain. Nothing ever hurt Boudicca...nothing except for a few deep cuts, and the whipping from the Romans. Lexi looked to her mother. David had asked permission to take her mother and leave the table, and would she send for the towne physician, immediately? Lexi reached out and gently touched her mothers left shoulder, gingerly. "Momma...what is it?" Boudicca still held the top of her arm, stared into her daughter's eyes...she could not hide the pain. "I will be fine she tried to reassure her daughter. "Momma...David is going to take you to your room, if that is alright with you. Boudicca nodded in responding. Not even mentioning to the others where he mother was going, slipping out quietly....Lexi had to go on like nothing was wrong. She merely cast a look to Katie, and instantly her sister knew what she felt.

David walked along beside Boudicca, then worried about her, he lifted her to him, careful to stay away from the pained arm. "David, you are going to have a heart attack." David just stared at this woman he loved, and could never bare losing. He said nothing. For that is what he feared was wrong with her. Reaching her room, she reached out to the door with her hand, and once more she winced, and a small cry emitted from her lips. David kicked the door open and instantly walked her to her bed, lying her temporarily upon it. He opened her armoire, and went through it looking for a nice warm gown in which to sleep. Pulling one out....a beautiful blue, he went back to her and began to undress her. He talked to her softly, talking about the dinner....then asking her exactly where her arm hurt and if so, did she hurt anywhere else? He then went back to talking about the dinner, trying to keep her mind off the pain, cause one moment she was fine, the next she was whimpering, and grasping the top of her arm. It alarmed David. Having gotten her fully dressed for bed....he tucked her into her 4 poster bed, with the chiffon draping all over it. Emma had come in and began to light candles, and a fire in the fireplace.

David stayed by her side the entire time. Not allowing anyone to get close to her. Boudicca appeared tired, and it was hard for her to focus on David. She would see his mouth moving, but she couldn't hear him. She lay in the bed, with her soft hides laying over her...and her arm hurt terribly. "David, please take the pain away." David looked down at her helplessly. Suddenly the Dr. was there. He listend to Boudicca's heart...her chest....and Boudicca kept yelling at him. "It's my arm....my arm hurts so bad!!! Just...just cut it off!!! The Dr. shook his head no.
David's voice bomed from behind the Dr. "NO BOUDICCA!!!" The Dr. looked at her arm. David held it up by her hand, which she thought he was gripping so tight...and she him. But when she opened her eyes and looked up to her hand, it merely lay gently in David's hand. Trying to move her fingers, she could not. She cried out. "David...I've no use of mae hand or fingers!!!!!" David tried to give her a reassuing word, but she still couldn't hear him. She then felt a searing pain in her upper arm. Crying out....she simply passed out.*****

*****Boudicca's fever was very high. It got to the point where she was thrashing about due to the fever induced nightmares, that she would be writhing and crying one moment....then fighting and swinging her right arm about as if she were weilding her sword. She had already torn the stitches to her left arm open twice. Jonathon hated to do it, but he had her wrists and ankles tied to the bed. He used the softest lambs wool placed inside leather strips with holes bored into them with a buckle attached.

The Dr. was at his wits end. He had used every medicinal remedy he knew of to break her fever, and stop the infection from growing worse in her upper arm. Slowly he would cut more and more of the dead flesh off her flesh. He considered using maggots, but Jonathon just couldn't bare that. He did allow the Dr. to do some blood letting, using leeches....but as of now, unless the infection stopped....it would continue to eat at the healthy tissue and eventually, Boudicca would succumb to the infection as it ravaged her insides, through her blood.

Jonathon sat by her side every day and night. Her daughters came and went. Seeing the circles under his eyes, Emma begged him to sleep, rest...that she would diligently watch over her Mistress for him. He felt guilty for this....this was HIS fault. No one believed that but him of course. Boudicca knew what she was doing when she stepped into the ring with him. It was an accident. That's all anyone kept telling him repeatedly. To no avail. Hanging his head when left alone with her...he would hold her right hand in his, and beg her forgiveness and for her to "please wake up"...and how sorry he was. Laying his head upon her chest, he would cry softly....wishing, praying she would awaken and be just as she was before.******

***********WARNING ADULT THEMES AND CONTENT***********


Boudicca was running through the forest it was broad daylight. Even though she was in the shade, they could still easily see her. On and on she ran...looking over her shoulder, always hearing the beat of the horses hooves on the ground. Seeing some dense foliage she ran to it, then just threw herself down into it. Panting heavily, she tried to remain as quiet as one can, yet panting. She grabbed the soil in her hands and gripped it tightly. She didn't move a muscle otherwise. Just as a doe hiding in the woods. Her flaming red hair invisible, due to the foliage, she heard them trot by. Just as they rode past her....she heard the Roman leader speak. "She may have taken to the ground. All of you, split up and continue forward. We know she hasn't back tracked! Find her!!

She felt her heart quickening. Closing her eyes tightly, she counted slowly to 100, then she reared her head up thru the thicket. Not seeing anyone....she looked to the trail and the hoove marks....none had gone back. So dashing off into the thickets, she ran as fast as she could back in the direction of home. Running as fast as she could, tearing her thighs up, as some of the foliage had thorns, she charged on. She possessed no weapon at all. She heard no sound of hoof beats...nor shouting.

Suddenly as she passed by a large oak tree, she felt something come flying out of nowhere and landed smack on her back. Knocking the breath out of her, as the pain seeped into her bones...she writhed beneath the weight, till she was grabbed up my the shoulders and slammed back down into the ground. Surprise in her eyes, straddling her was a Roman Soldier. She knew better than to yell. She would only then have more of them to fight. His eyes shone with lust....the sneer on his face, she wished she could wipe right off. Rearing back he stared down at her. "Ahh, what have we here? Red hair....full breasts....skins of animals for clothing" With each thing he named he touched or caressed.

Boudicca clenched her teeth, looking up at him with murderous hues. Still breathing hard, she was contemplating her options. Seething and glaring at him, she did whimper softly when he back handed her face.
"Do you not hear? Answer me. Are you Boudicca? The Queen?" He then laughed outloud. "A queen who smells like the animals on her lands.
Queen of the goats, cattle and hogs!" Boudicca's face grew redder, and her blood boiled with every second that went by. Removing his helmet, and pulling out his sword from his belt, he placed it above her head where she could not reach it. Fumbling with his red garment, to free
himself from the confines of his clothes, she felt him rest it against her leg. She shook her head, and in a gutteral cry, called out..."NOoooo!"
She writhed beneath him, but he outweighed her, and finally grabbing at her arms, she fought constantly to free herself. Pushing at his chest, kicking, writhing away....placing her hand to his chin as he moved forward to kiss her...slapping him....he slapped back with a heavy gloved hand. Splitting her lip, she continued to fight him...spitting into is face when her mouth filled with blood.

Rearing up, he wiped his face and glared down at her. "Belly full of fire you have. I will fix that. You are nothing but a WHORE! You want me. I see it in your eyes. You want it rough. I shall give it to you then, as you like it." For the first time Boudicca felt fear in her belly. As he plunged into her, she held her breath. She began beating on his chest, he then just pushed down on her, with his body. Removing her hands so as to keep them free, she bunched at his sides, his back, all over him. With his wide girth he pushed her legs further apart. As he continued on, feeling him....searing pain filling her, she fought to not cry out. Writhing and thrashing she continued to fight the much larger Roman.*****_________________
ANGELIC REALM: Angel of the Heaven of Creation
HEAVENLY FUNCTION: To let souls be serene.
GIFTS FOR EARTH: To help you to live your lives serenely; find solutions to conflicts; find ultimate happiness with yourselves.

*****Boudicca slipped in and out of consciousness. Jonathon tried to keep her awake with him for as long as he could. But inevitably she would doze off once more into that realm of darkness, where he could only wish that he could be with her there. While awake, he had Emma being her some solid foods, fruits and bread...however Boudicca ate very little of what he tried to feed her. At one point it actually even made her severely ill for awhile.

As Boudicca drifted off for the last time that evening, carefully Jon got up and placed her back in bed. Even being as gentle as he could he still heard her whimper as he lay her down. Tucking her in, he sat down beside her. Running a hand thru his hair, he stood up and walked over to the window. The stars were shinning brightly. The moon was a perfect crescent. He turned from the window just as Emma came in. "We need to clean her wound Sir." Emma said sheepishly. She knew it was something he hated to do, but it had to be done. The Dr. said up to 3x a day now. Nodding to Emma, he sat down on the bed, and pulled her short sleeve up and over her shoulder. She had grown so pale, so thin. Gone was that supple muscle tone.

As he unwrapped her wound, he could smell....decay. Completely unraveling the dressing, he let it fall to the floor. He stuck his hands in the warm water and washed his hands before he touched anywhere near her wound. Carefully, he turned her arm so her palm faced up. Swallowing hard, he stared at the still open wound eating away at her flesh. It appeared that it was nearly completely half gone. Jon glanced up at Emma. She was doing her best not to show the shock and fear that caused her to literally tremble.

Holding the back side of her arm....Jonathon took the swabs from Emma one at a time, as he carefully cleaned out the wound. Leaning forward, he stared into the wound, gently pushing some flesh back with the swab. His voice just above a whisper, yet firm he told Emma, "Bring a candle down closer here to the wound." Emma did so, unable to see what Jonathon saw. He literally gasped. Emma pulled away shocked at his reaction.

"Sir....wh...what is it?" Jonathon held her arm from her elbow, the other hand grasping her delicate hand in his. Kissing the palm of her hand, he raised it to his lips. Gently she pulled back. Staring then up at Emma, his gorgeous hues were red rimmed and tear-filled. Emma placed a hand on his shoulder. "Sir.....Jonathon?" Lowering his eyes, he cleared his throat. "It is as the Dr. feared. The infection has gone to her bone."

Emma stood there shocked. Staring down at her Mistress....she reached out and brushed a loose lock away from her face. Slowly she shook her head no. "No....no. This is Our Queen....she is strong and invincible." Jonathon nodded...."I know, she is strong in every way. But she is a human...flesh and blood. She is strong that is why she still lingers." Emma turned away from the two of them. Boudicca was out cold. Obviously trying to stay awake for Jonathon wore her out. He took clean dressing and lay it beside her arm. Placing a clean towel beneath the wound, resting her arm back down, of so gently. Looking to Emma he spoke softly. "Emma please light up the room some, and make a fire in the hearth...and crack the balcony door open some. The way your Mistress likes it in the room. Emma wiped the tears away....began the duties at hand.

Standing up, moving to the opposite side of the bed, he sat and removed his boots. Slowly inching his way beside Boudicca, he spooned up behind her. Wrapping an arm about her waist. He heard her moan softly. Kissing along her neck and cheek, Jonathon was totally wrapped up in the moment. Another memory that he would have of her. The Dr. told her what would be the worst thing that could happen....and it did. The infection he had told them all "could" eat its way into her bones. And if it reached her bone, then the infection would settle into her bloodstream bringing the infection through out her entire body. If that did occur, she would not last much longer than that.

Kissing her shoulder, Jonathon glanced once more at her wound. Laying his head beside hers, he closed his eyes, and the silent tears ran down, dripping onto her bare shoulder. Emma told the girls that their mother was sleeping, and that Jonathon was with her. The girls nodded in agreement that they would leave them alone till the morning. In the meantime they would unpack, and have Emma fill them in. The worry in Lexi and Katie's eyes reflected the conflict going on in their heart and souls. In the morning they would meet with Jon and Boudicca. Meanwhile Katie's baby brought joy and laughter back into the home.
Jon heard them arrive, but he would not leave Boudicca's side. Question was....could he ever truly let go of her.....ever?***