Pocahontas lay in her bed, her room cold and dark. This night had been her marriage night and now a part of her soul was broken, forever in the darkness of loss. Her husband Rolfe had used her body at his will and left her alone cold, used, and heart broken. Pocahontas could not sleep. As dawn approached, she lay awake reliving every moment of the nightmare of her husband in her head. She had bled because of her mind's rejection of her husband, and in truth it had been a form of force, but Rolfe would not recognize that as so nor would he ever know. In a small way she was thankful for the blood, for it covered the time she had spent with John Smith. Rolfe would think she gave herself because she was his wife and that her tears can from joy, as she had tried to convince him of such. It was all a lie and her tears came from sorrow, pain, and betrayal. To her she had betrayed the one who she loved, not because of want, but of no choice and now she hoped that one day she could forgive herself, she knew that John Smith had already had. She placed her small hand her mouth to quite the scream that was building inside her. She loved her people and lived for them but the pain in her life was just too great now. Overwhelmed in her emotions she sought a release from her pain and now dark thoughts entered her mind. Through her blurry tears she saw the object that could bring her peace, her love had left the dagger that he intended to take his life with, now she would use it to take hers. She gathered her strength and walked with soft steps to the table were it lay. The metal was cold in her hands as she placed the blade close to her heart. With a slight pressure she could feel the blade penetrate the top of her skin and a small trickle of blood slid down her skin. Suddenly a great sickness rose from body, which forced her to run from the room and out into the garden. Behind a bush as the sun broke from the horizon Pocahontas released her sickness. She lay exhausted on the ground and now knew that taking her life was not an option any more, she must live. She gathered herself up and slowly made her way back to her room and then stopped in front of a mirror. With a tender hand stroked her stomach, her thoughts drew to the fact that her woman's time had not come and that there was a small thickening of her belly. With out a doubt she knew that in those nights with her love, John Smith, he had given her the greatest gifts any could give that of love and of new life. She would now bear him a child.
" Miss the young man bringing your letters is her to see you," Anne expressed close to Pocahontas' ear. " Hurry, bring him in Rolfe will not be gone for long," she answered. Anne moved quick and opened the door with a jerk of the handle. " Oh, Thomas it is so good to see you and how are you" Pocahontas said, while embracing Thomas in a hug. " It's good to see you too and I am well," Thomas said as he took the seat next to her. " Pocahontas, John will be in France for many months the king has given him a special task. It is not that far away, so do not worry for him, he is safe. He sends his love and here is your letter." Then in a softer tone Thomas spoke, " He says don't lose faith no matter what happens and you and he will be together. He loves you no matter what and he is making plains for you and him, he just asks that you stay strong." A tear made it's way down Pocahontas face as she thought, " If he only knew how happy he has made me. But he can't know right now, he would come for me too soon and I must stay longer to protect my people." " Thomas send him my love and tell him I will do what he asks of me." Pocahontas stood up walking Thomas to the door, then a surge pain shot through her chest and lungs. In slow motion she fell to the floor in a coughing fit. Thomas could only watch in horror. Thomas moved to her on the floor and called for help. Anne who was near the door rushed in, "what..wh..happened." Thomas stood," I will fetch a doctor from the city. I will send him here. For now keep her comfortable till he comes."