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Authors: Brina Cary
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in to the movie before ye fell asleep, like a wee bairn.”
“Liar.” She grinned and shook her head. If that was how he wanted to play it then she would let him. Slowly she moved off of him, stiff from last night’s events. He had kept to his word. “So, what’s on the agenda for today?”
“Today, we go to visit some political sites, do some political things.”
“Oh, joy.”
“Lass…”
“Yes?”
“I ken ye dinnae wish to be here. We need ye. Yer important. Do ye understand?”
“I’m going to try to make the best of it, but I’m really not sure what to do. I feel a bit lost.” That was a bit of an understatement. It was like amnesia. It was supposed to be a myth — something that would never happen. When it did, the person suffering from it didn’t know which way was up. It was kind of like that. Amelia wasn’t sure who to believe, but Jacob… Jacob seemed trustworthy, even if he did help kidnap her.
“Today’s visit will help. We’ll be visiting the Queen of England.”
“I’m sorry, but did you say…?” She moved backwards and fell off of the bed. “Holy…”
“Och! Don’t finish that.”
“I was simply going to say…” He raised an eye, daring her to continue. “I was going to say, before I was so rudely interrupted, that the Holy Queen of England is a great honor to meet with.”
“Not buying that load of… Ye have quite a way to go in politics before yer ready for what ‘tis to come.”
“Good luck with that.”
“Have faith in yer self. Now get ready. Ye meet with the Queen in two hours.”
“You’re really not joking?”
“Get ready, Amelia.”
*****
As she sat beside the Queen of England, Amelia felt extremely out of place. This was a political meeting, but the Queen eyed her strangely. It was awkward really. “Yeah, so sorry about the whole stealing your country thing.”
The Queen’s eyes narrowed. “My dear, you did not steal my country. I still have England.”
“I meant Scotland. Although, historically you’re of the Windsor House, so technically it’s not exactly yours…”
The Queen’s eyes narrowed further, her mouth was set into a very thin line.
“If you haven’t realized it just yet, I’m not very good at politics. I took a bunch of classes in it in college, but I have a tendency to say what I think. It’s worse when I’m nervous.”
“I can forgive that; however, I find it insulting that they would place you now.”
“What do you mean?”
“Now is such a tumultuous time. You have no idea of the danger you are in. I was born into this position, so I have been trained from birth for it. You have not. I doubt you even know how to sit up straight. Where is your advisor?”
“I have Edith. She’s over back by the door with your guy.”
“The American is your advisor?”
“Yes, and she’s a good person,” Amelia answered gruffly. Edith was a good person, even if she was a little too straight-laced sometimes. The woman might not use a single contraction in her speech, but she was ok in Amelia’s book.
“I am not arguing that. It is…” The Queen paused, as if considering her choice of words carefully. “She looks rather young. You need more help than that.”
“I have a whole group of advisors, thank you.”
“Are you talking about your guards?” A tiny smirk told Amelia that the Queen knew more than she was telling. The smirk said the Queen had secrets. Lots of secrets, the kinds one would pay for. What had the Queen seen in her years? Amelia imagined that she had seen court intrigue, murder attempts, and years of loneliness. How would someone survive the loneliness that being a ruler was sure to bring? How had she managed to find the man she loved?
“How do you…?”
“I doubt you are aware; however, your father saved my life long ago. He asked me for one favor in exchange. He asked that I urge England to uphold your rights. Your father never explained what he meant by that, but I see now that
“Liar.” She grinned and shook her head. If that was how he wanted to play it then she would let him. Slowly she moved off of him, stiff from last night’s events. He had kept to his word. “So, what’s on the agenda for today?”
“Today, we go to visit some political sites, do some political things.”
“Oh, joy.”
“Lass…”
“Yes?”
“I ken ye dinnae wish to be here. We need ye. Yer important. Do ye understand?”
“I’m going to try to make the best of it, but I’m really not sure what to do. I feel a bit lost.” That was a bit of an understatement. It was like amnesia. It was supposed to be a myth — something that would never happen. When it did, the person suffering from it didn’t know which way was up. It was kind of like that. Amelia wasn’t sure who to believe, but Jacob… Jacob seemed trustworthy, even if he did help kidnap her.
“Today’s visit will help. We’ll be visiting the Queen of England.”
“I’m sorry, but did you say…?” She moved backwards and fell off of the bed. “Holy…”
“Och! Don’t finish that.”
“I was simply going to say…” He raised an eye, daring her to continue. “I was going to say, before I was so rudely interrupted, that the Holy Queen of England is a great honor to meet with.”
“Not buying that load of… Ye have quite a way to go in politics before yer ready for what ‘tis to come.”
“Good luck with that.”
“Have faith in yer self. Now get ready. Ye meet with the Queen in two hours.”
“You’re really not joking?”
“Get ready, Amelia.”
*****
As she sat beside the Queen of England, Amelia felt extremely out of place. This was a political meeting, but the Queen eyed her strangely. It was awkward really. “Yeah, so sorry about the whole stealing your country thing.”
The Queen’s eyes narrowed. “My dear, you did not steal my country. I still have England.”
“I meant Scotland. Although, historically you’re of the Windsor House, so technically it’s not exactly yours…”
The Queen’s eyes narrowed further, her mouth was set into a very thin line.
“If you haven’t realized it just yet, I’m not very good at politics. I took a bunch of classes in it in college, but I have a tendency to say what I think. It’s worse when I’m nervous.”
“I can forgive that; however, I find it insulting that they would place you now.”
“What do you mean?”
“Now is such a tumultuous time. You have no idea of the danger you are in. I was born into this position, so I have been trained from birth for it. You have not. I doubt you even know how to sit up straight. Where is your advisor?”
“I have Edith. She’s over back by the door with your guy.”
“The American is your advisor?”
“Yes, and she’s a good person,” Amelia answered gruffly. Edith was a good person, even if she was a little too straight-laced sometimes. The woman might not use a single contraction in her speech, but she was ok in Amelia’s book.
“I am not arguing that. It is…” The Queen paused, as if considering her choice of words carefully. “She looks rather young. You need more help than that.”
“I have a whole group of advisors, thank you.”
“Are you talking about your guards?” A tiny smirk told Amelia that the Queen knew more than she was telling. The smirk said the Queen had secrets. Lots of secrets, the kinds one would pay for. What had the Queen seen in her years? Amelia imagined that she had seen court intrigue, murder attempts, and years of loneliness. How would someone survive the loneliness that being a ruler was sure to bring? How had she managed to find the man she loved?
“How do you…?”
“I doubt you are aware; however, your father saved my life long ago. He asked me for one favor in exchange. He asked that I urge England to uphold your rights. Your father never explained what he meant by that, but I see now that
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