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 Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 9:11 pm
This where the royals who are either injured or sick come to for treatment.
(still looking for picture unless someone can find one for me.)
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 10:15 pm
Amelia had been brought into the clinic because she had collapsed on the way to her room. She winced due to her head throbbing and the pain in her broken arm. She had wanted to go back to her room but the guard had insisted on taking her to the clinic after she had collapsed. The guard did not want to ruine the rest of the luch so no one had any idea that Amelia had been taken there. The healers put her into a nightgown and began to try and treat her as well as trying to keep her away not knowing the severity of the head injury.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 11:03 am
Anya walks into the clinic, excusing all the nurses and servants that were nearby. She wanted to have a chance to speak with Amelia, even though she felt bothered by her opinion of her. Anya sees Amelia with a cast and in her nightgown. Anya pulls up a chair and sits beside the bedside where Amelia was laying. Anya stated her honest opinion and says "Amelia. It was very foolish of you to say something about me at the dining table where the Queen sat, don't you think? As important it was to arrive at the luncheon, it was not necessary for you to attend in this condition. You could have possibly fainted and made a scene, your Father would be extremely worried but would not except this humiliation in front of the Queen" Anya looked concerns and shook her head about her arm being broken. As childish as it looked to injure herself and behave odd at the table, Anya wanted to comfort her.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 11:54 am
"I don't care, and you don't have the right to scold me your not my mother." Tears began to trickle down Amelia's cheeks and she winced from the pain in her head. "I am not stupid I know what to do when I go out for my daily horse back ride it clears my head. I have been doing it for 10+ years of being in the country side without the curtisy of having guards." The 19 year old did not look at Anya.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 12:15 pm
Anya looks at Amelia with a confused look. She continued to shake her head when she realized Amelia's experienced riding led her to break her arm, which was not natural. Anya sighed and shrugged when she mentioned the "mother" subject again and says "Amelia, I will never be your mother, ever. I don't expect you to treat me like one nor see me as one. I am here to support your father and yourself, including Elizabeth. Now, your father expects you, and Elizabeth, to act like formal ladies of his kingdom. He wants you to be present with him in this time of great change that will effect history forever. If not do this for me, then do it for your father Amelia. I see that there is more to this problem than your arm getting broken" Anya looks at Amelia, raising her brow and wondering what's in her head.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 12:38 pm
Beads of sweat had begun to trickle down her brow. The healers wanted her to stay awake but all she really wanted to do was sleep. Her eyes began to close. She tried to say something but it only came out in a whisper. "There something in the woods near the castel. My horse got spooked and she took off leaving the guards behind." That was all she said before her eyes closed.
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2013 1:05 am
Anya did not understand or catched what Amelia said as she began to sleep soundly. All that Anya could do was fix her blanket and cover Amelia's body with it fully, making her feel warm and setting her arms and hands laying against her sides. Anya whispers "Sweet dreams Dear Amelia" and leaves the room, returning to the Queen and George....
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 3:38 pm
The healers came back in and tried to wake Amelia up. She was so pale looking and the beads of sweat began to trickle down her brow. Nothing seemed to work as the young princess lay motionless on the bed. The healers could not go and inform the king since they were in the middle of business nore could they desturb Elizabeth or anyone else for that matter. They were at the delema with this one. The only good thing that probably would come by this would be that she was stable.
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