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[Scottish Girl]

The queen sighed and put a hand on Rasthel, "Eat, Please" she said with a woried expression. The king had allready eaten all his soup and was calling for more. Andrew arrived with it. He was bending down to put it on the table, and on his way up the king grabbed his shirt collar and whispered something to him. Andrew nodded slowly, trying his best not to glance at Rasthel.

[Lisette]

“I’m not hungry, Mother,” she murmured. “Thank you for the concern though.” Underneath the napkin, she wrung her hands, glancing up at her father only to see him talking to Anndrew. Her frown deepened and she looked down again, her hands gripping the chair so hard her knuckles turned white. “If you’ll excuse me,” she said, standing abruptly. “I feel ill, so I believe I will go outside for some fresh air whilst the nausea passes.” Her complexion was tinged green around the edges, her legs slightly wobbly. What had her father been talking about with Aandrew? Nothing good, I presume, she thought.

[Scottish Girl]

Charlie and the other boys were hanging around the front door, waiting for the king and queen to finish the soup. There was no cheery laughter, or small talk, none of them had the heart. They stepped out of Rasthel's way, but other then that they ignored her. Andrew came out to and lent against the wall next to charlie and whispered something to him
"What, I thought we only had the three things!" Charlie nearly shouted
"Yes yes I know, look, don't tell the princess she looks bad enough already," whispered Andrew.

[Lisette]

Rashel moved mechanically across the yard. She pulled her hair back from her face with a purple ribbon, a hand on her stomach. The nausea refused to go away, and at this point Rashel hoped she would puke. She walked out to the water, looking at it carefully one before removing her shoes and stepping in slowly.

[Scottish Girl]

Half an hour later Andrew and Charlie came out of the castle with a bandage wrapped around their upper arm. They quickly pulled their sleeves down as far as they could to hide it, it was their personal punishment as 'ring leaders' of the whole thing.

[Lisette]

Rashel stood neck-deep in the water, the cold ripping through. She turned and tried to move to the shore, but the current had numbed her beyond what she previously thought. Lifting her head from the water, she sputtered and tried again, only making it a few steps before falling again.

[Scottish Girl]

Andrew froze, nudged Charlie and pointed to a horse tied nearby "That's the princesses horse, where is she. The king was looking everywhere for her..." said Andrew. they looked up at the sky, there were grey clouds in the sky, and it was clear there was going to be a large storm. They looked at each other, saying at the same time "The forest," and both ran into the trees. Andrew was running when he saw the edge and came to stop, just before he fell into the water. Charlie arrived to and they both looked down "What are you doing down there," he shouted with a grin.

[Lisette]

Rashel looked up at them with a scowl. "This water is cold," she shouted back. Her jaw trembled as she talked, her skin white as paper. "I'm afraid I've frozen myself, for I can't get out." She stood in the water helplessly, the water rushing past her. She stumbled again, slipping beneath the surface of the water.

[Scottish Girl]

Andrew and Charlie made there way quickly around and dived neatly in. Charlie was better holding his breath so he lifted the princess out of the water, then took the end of the branch Andrew was holding to him. They took her out and set her under a thick oak tree with wide spreading branches just as it started to pour. Andrew and charlie took their fleeces off and put it round her, forgetting they were supposed to hide th bandage wrapped around their upper arm.

[Lisette]

"K-keep your j-jackets," she stuttered. "I c-can use my c-cloak." She spied the bandages and her face twisted into a mix of confusion and anger. She kept silent, but watched the boys carefully. She wrapped her arms around her knees. Her hands and feet were blanched white as she looked up at the sky. Storms were her favorite things in the world.