< Speak Now >

He fed her until she was too tired to eat anymore and let her sleep, still holding her.

"I love you, Andrew." she mumbled before falling asleep again.

"As I love you, Amy," he whispered, kissing her forehead.

Later the next day, Amy woke up, feeling slightly better. She had enough strength to sit up in her bed.

Andrew was laying next to her, on top of the blankets that she was under, but someone had covered him with a different blanket. He was still asleep when she woke up.

Amy smiled and ran her fingers through his hair. It looked as if he hadn't even changed out of the clothes he had on for the ball.

Andrew smiled and opened his eyes sleepily. "Morning," he mumbled, feeling peaceful.

"Good morning my love." she smiled. "Have you moved since the ball?" she asked.

"No," he chuckled. "Do I smell," he asked.

She shrugged. "Probably no more than I do. But you're still wearing the same things."

"Yeah.... I will bathe today. You look like you feel better," he noted, siting up.

"A little bit. I feel like I have the strength to go see her." she said, looking at him.

"Take it one day at a time, love," he kissed her. "You might not have the strength to stand."

She shook her head. "No. I want her to see me like this."

"She won't care," Andrew kissed her softly. "But if you wish... I will carry you down to the dungeon."

she nodded. "I'd that." she said softly.

"Alright, love," he nodded. He gently picked her up and carried her downstairs. He frowned, seeing Ashley try to woo his guards into letting her out.

"Put me down." she said softly to Andrew. "I want to see her alone."

Andrew frowned at her. "Absolutely not," he told her. "Not alone."

"Please. Leave the door open, just let her see me like this alone." She said.

"The guards will stay in with you," he told her, gently setting her down and making sure she was able to stand on her own before letting her go.

Amy went in there letting Ashley see her. Nothing outside the cell was heard besides for some yeling on Ashley's part. Stuff about how this was all Amy's fault and how Ashley was glad that her baby was born. Hateful things came out of her mouth and eventually Amy slowly made her way out of the cell, nearly collapsing into Andrew's arms.

Andrew lifted Amy up into his arms gently. "Are you alright," he asked softly, letting her head lay on his shoulder.

She nodded. "Yes. I'm hungry." she said softly.

"Let's get you more food," he murmured and went back upstairs. "Chain Ashley to the wall," he told the guards. "Gag her mouth so I don't have to hear her voice," he ordered as he left.

"Yes, sir!" one of the guards said and started on his commands. He was the lest likely to fall for Ashley's trickery.