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Princess Charlotte

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[Princess Charlotte]

-------------------------------------------- Fresh tears stung her eyes as she gripped her best friend's hand, her chest heaving up and down at each count offered by the midwife. Leopold was out on duty and was informed that his wife was in labour, fortunately, and she assumed that he was running back to Carlton House to check up on her. Charlotte would come out of this alive. She would make sure of it. She had her grandmother's strength, after all. That was all that she needed. Breathing in and out, she clenched her jaw and gritted her teeth, letting out an unearthly groan. How on earth did women endure such a matter? How did her mother have her so easily? How had her grandmother given birth to so many children, knowing well that she would have to go through all of this? Staring up at Eloise, she muttered, "If..." She spoke between breaths. "If it's a girl, I would like to call her Eloise." Charlotte managed a weak smile.

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eloise & lottie.

Over the last couple of years, plenty of babies had entered the Bridgerton family, four born to Daphne and Simon, two born to Kate and Anthony...yet, she'd not been present at a single one of their births. As a matter of fact, this would be the first she'd ever witnessed, save for the night her mama had given birth to Hyacinth. She'd not seen much that evening, but she'd heard a lot. Too much, almost. The nightmares still haunted her from time to time, and she was practically overwhelmed with the memories the moment she felt Charlotte grip onto her hand. How long before the screams began? What would happen if something went wrong, if she began to bleed too much, if the surgeon present didn't know to handle it? Plenty of women had died in childbirth, and while her mama had gone through eight births, her elder sister already through four, that didn't change the fact Eloise was scared. The way she gripped Charlotte's hand likely proved as such, she was gripping on for dear life, almost as if she was the one in great pain. God help whoever had to sit with Eloise Bridgerton as she gave birth. 

While she didn't want to appear as panicked as she truly was, Eloise was hardly one for tact. She was blunt, too quick to get straight to the point, never one for subtlety — it was an art she'd never managed to master, in all of her years. Still, she was able to focus her attention on Charlotte, swallowing away the distant memory of her mama's horrific screams. Was it childbirth that scared her, or was it just the notion of another sudden loss, when her papa had been taken for them so unexpectedly? Whatever the fear was, it had settled in her chest, but she focused on her friend, quick to shake her head. "Don't say it like that — like you won't be here to name her. If you have a girl, then you shall hold her, and decide the perfect name when you set your eyes upon her. I am certain there are more regal names than Eloise. Would you truly wish for another troublemaker in your life?" The smile on her lips was strained at best, her words belying the panic she was trying so hard to hide.

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[Princess Charlotte]

-------------------------------------------- Would she meet her demise that evening? She was destined to be queen, yet here she lay, weak as ever and cursing her father's name for bringing her into this hateful world of men. On top of that, she was cursing Leopold for even suggesting that they try for a child because she was obviously unready for such an event. Her body was barely able to take the labour and what of the child? Would they be all right? Several thoughts rushed through her mind as she tried to register her best friend's door, making out a few words as the midwives requested that you breathe more.  After trying to concentrate, she finally made out Eloise's final words, the corner of her lips breaking into a short-lived smile until she felt a sting of pain in her lower region. "Eloise!" She clutched on harder, her eyes filling with more tears. Charlotte inhaled and exhaled a few times, trying to push the pain down. "Tell Leopold I love him," She sniffed. "Tell him," Lottie let out a small sob. "Tell him this isn't any of his fault."

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eloise & lottie.

Oh God. The words terrified her, sent a chill down her spine. Eloise had never been particularly religious, but she sent off a silent prayer then, begging the universe not to take Lottie away. Not yet, not like this. She never wished to be by someone’s side when they brought life into the world, it was only going to make her all the more fearful — especially if her worst nightmares were realised, if she lost her friend like this. The screams were bad enough on their own, the memory of them would be forever ingrained in her mind, intermingled with those of her mother. It seemed they never quite faded, the nightmares would likely return to her now.

“I won’t have to tell him anything,” she managed, albeit feebly. Fear was creeping in, getting worse by the second. Plenty of women gave birth and were perfectly well afterwards, but there were also plenty who never made it out, never got to hold their babies. Surgeons could only do so much, she knew the Duke, Daphne’s husband, his mama had died in childbirth. Surely Lottie couldn’t be just another name on that list? “You’ll be able to tell him yourself. I know you’re strong, this won’t break you. You are to be a mother! This little one needs you here. And so do I.”

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[Princess Charlotte]

-------------------------------------------- She knew that Eloise was just trying to console her during this trying time. It must not have been easy for her to see her best friend and confidante in such a state and she wasn't even sure if she'd experienced that actual act of labour in her life. Charlotte had done so a few times when her ladies-in-waiting gave birth to their young ones, though that was the extent of it. It was frightening for her to watch them scream in pure pain as they gripped the bloodied sheets beneath them. Utter terror.  So was the babe inside her and yet she would love them as her mother loved her. Charlotte let out another loud groan as she pushed and pushed, jerking her head back suddenly and screaming at the royal physician between her legs, "Get it out of me! Please, do anything, but stop all this ache!" It was like every bone in her body hurt in a synchronising manner.

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When she’d been small, and heard her mama screaming through her labour pains, she’d assumed that she was going to lose her too. She’d only been seven years old, and already lost one parent; she’d seen her father perfectly alive and well, and next things she knew, Anthony was trying to usher all of them inside while their mama sobbed over his lifeless form. She’d peered around his legs, seen her papa so still, and been so afraid their mother would be next. The screams the night of Hyacinth’s birth only seemed to confirm her worst fears; it had been so clear she was in such agony, it hadn’t sounded like anyone could survive such a thing. Even as dawn broke, and her mama’s piercing screams were replaced by the desperate cries of a newborn baby, she’d not quite gotten over it. Perhaps she never would.

This was so reminiscent of that night, and though she was an adult now, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was going to have the horrible ending she’d feared that night. She couldn’t lose her friend, wouldn’t allow it — but as her screams seemed to worsen, she bristled, fearing the worst. “You’re so strong, Lottie. You’re one of the strongest people I know. Just hold on a bit longer, alright?”

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[Princess Charlotte]

-------------------------------------------- She shook her head at Eloise, tears flowing down her face. Her fingers gripped tightly onto Eloise's as she gazed up into her blue eyes. She knew it was over. Charlotte could just sense it as she felt the babe trying their best to leave her but they seemed to be unable to. Not to mention it was far before her labouring time. A premature birth. Her grandmother would be destroyed. So would Leopold. Her mother. Her father, perhaps, given she was his sole child and despite his past actions, she knew deep down that he did care for her.  She could hear the other's voices fade out as they tried to stop the bleeding but all she was able to focus on was her best friend. "Eloise," She was out of breath at that point and losing most of her energy. All the energy she had left was focused on her hand clutching her El's. "Just tell Leopold it wasn't his fault..." She whispered, growing paler as each second passed. "And you were such a dear friend to me."  Charlotte was unable to articulate any more words as she allowed herself to be taken away by the darkness of the room.

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eloise & lottie.

"No. No, no, no!"

This couldn't be happening. It could not happen. Panic seemed to jolt through her whole system, and she felt entirely powerless. It was a feeling Eloise always loathed, but now more than ever. She wasn't seven anymore, Daphne couldn't sing softly to her, try to distract her. Her mama had been fine the following morning, dawn had broke and Hyacinth came forth...here, there was no knowing if either her best friend or the babe would survive. 

How could she tell them? Lottie's family, her husband? Perhaps the doctor would offer to do so, but it should be her. Someone who cared, someone who'd been there. But no, no, she couldn't be gone. She couldn't. There was no use worrying about what came after, because it wouldn't happen. They'd be fine. Lottie and the baby, they'd be fine. She needed to keep believing that, until all hope was gone.

"Open your eyes! Please, Lottie. Open your eyes. You are so strong. Please. This needn't be the end."

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