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Sep. 25th, 2012 07:45 amAmy and Perry have a very long, very busy, very full, and very public day. The kind where you get home and your face is ever so faintly sore from the amount of smiling you've done. They were looking forward to having an hour for each other and the children, but the best laid plans of Kings and Queens are always subject to Problems Arising.
In this case, they returned to find a messenger waiting from Amber, with a letter from Prime Minister requiring His Majesty's Immediate Attention. Perry takes ten minutes to wash the carriage dust off his face, look in on the children, eat a sandwich, and then shut himself up in his study with his secretary the messenger and Lord Stefan. "No need to trouble you yet," he tells Amy. "I'll fill you in when I understand the gist of it."
Amy, therefore, has spent the last hour with her secretary, Duncan, overseeing the dispersal of the dozens of gifts collected on their tour of the town. Foods to the kitchens, toys the nurseries, flowers into water, odds and ends to various homes. Duncan has kept a neat record of what came from where, and he starts drafting the thank you notes that she will sign.
After an hour, Amy sticks her head around Perry's door, takes in the set of his shoulders and the expression on his face and decides to send word to the kitchen to delay dinner by at least an hour, and possibly an hour and a half. This will make for a late meal, but no one will want to start without the King. (Though they may have to, as asking for more than an hour and a half will throw the kitchen into a tizzy from which it can't easily right itself, as Amy knows from having worked in one.)
She pays her own very brief visit to her very sleepy children and then heads back to her rooms.
"The kitchen will delay dinner as you requested," Duncan tells her, when she arrives.
"Thank you. In the meantime, if you could ask them to send up some tea and . . . something. I don't really care what."
"Anything but lemon cakes, ma'am?"
"Yes, anything but lemon cakes," Amy says. "I'll take it on the balcony off my parlor. Thank you."
It's quiet and private and she can watch the sun start to set over the sea.
"Of course."
"Oh," Amy says. "And you might ask Lady Marian if she'd like to join me."
You learn, as a Queen, to take advantage of the openings in your schedule when they create themselves.
In this case, they returned to find a messenger waiting from Amber, with a letter from Prime Minister requiring His Majesty's Immediate Attention. Perry takes ten minutes to wash the carriage dust off his face, look in on the children, eat a sandwich, and then shut himself up in his study with his secretary the messenger and Lord Stefan. "No need to trouble you yet," he tells Amy. "I'll fill you in when I understand the gist of it."
Amy, therefore, has spent the last hour with her secretary, Duncan, overseeing the dispersal of the dozens of gifts collected on their tour of the town. Foods to the kitchens, toys the nurseries, flowers into water, odds and ends to various homes. Duncan has kept a neat record of what came from where, and he starts drafting the thank you notes that she will sign.
After an hour, Amy sticks her head around Perry's door, takes in the set of his shoulders and the expression on his face and decides to send word to the kitchen to delay dinner by at least an hour, and possibly an hour and a half. This will make for a late meal, but no one will want to start without the King. (Though they may have to, as asking for more than an hour and a half will throw the kitchen into a tizzy from which it can't easily right itself, as Amy knows from having worked in one.)
She pays her own very brief visit to her very sleepy children and then heads back to her rooms.
"The kitchen will delay dinner as you requested," Duncan tells her, when she arrives.
"Thank you. In the meantime, if you could ask them to send up some tea and . . . something. I don't really care what."
"Anything but lemon cakes, ma'am?"
"Yes, anything but lemon cakes," Amy says. "I'll take it on the balcony off my parlor. Thank you."
It's quiet and private and she can watch the sun start to set over the sea.
"Of course."
"Oh," Amy says. "And you might ask Lady Marian if she'd like to join me."
You learn, as a Queen, to take advantage of the openings in your schedule when they create themselves.