a broken heart that's still beating

[Queen Charlotte]

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TAG: Princess Charlotte

NOTES: hearbreak!

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Lottie rushed down hall with quickened steps. A trail of maids were behind her but she did not want to see them. A rarity indeed, to dismiss all of them. But circumstances called for it. The queen, wished to be left alone and the sooner she arrived at her chambers, the better. Her beloved husband's heath was deteriorating; he was losing his mind. Himself. But Charlotte would never give up on him. She had visited him as often as she could, caring for him where she could. Not because he was her king; but because he was her heart. So seeing him break . . . caused her heart to break. Today, when she visited him, it was as if something had suddenly switched inside of him. He began to grow violent; aggressive. Yelling at her and throwing things at her. A cup was among them and whether he intended to or not, the heavy piece struck her face. It caused the Queen to stagger to the side, the king restrained and still yelling angrily.

This, was not her husband. This was not her George.

She could not bare it any longer. Once she reached her room, she slammed the door shut, telling the others outside of it who were hastily knocking on the door to go away. She made her way to her vanity, sitting on the chair in front of it. Her gaze raised to her reflection, taking notice of the discoloration around her eye; it would swell to become a rather unflattering bruise. But it was not the physical mark or blemish created on her skin. It was what had caused it. Her husband. No. No! That was not her husband. Her George would never hurt her. Her George would never yell at her. Her George . . . was gone.

Charlotte lifted a small hand mirror, inspecting the injury closely as her mind processed what had just occurred. Her husband was going mad . . . her husband, was truly gone. The pain of this acknowledgement -- something that she had been fighting so hard to continue to deny -- caused her to slam the mirror onto her desk, letting the glass shatter. Pieces of it reflective of how her heart felt. She could no longer bare it. Tears began to stream down her cheeks, her shoulders trembling from the onslaught of devastation as she came to terms with her. Her George, was truly gone.

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[Princess Charlotte]

tagged Queen Charlotte words not a clue! notes made me tear up!

She was privy to the conversation happening in the dining room. Simply speaking, she stood by a window near the entrance of the room, fanning herself while pretending to gaze out into Buckingham's gardens. Charlotte was at her grandparent's residence for the week, having been told by her father to go there as there would be a certain prince present, and she knew exactly who he was referring to. Little Lottie was not opposed to the stay at her grandparent's, as she was entirely fond of them, but she was opposed to her father's choice in suitors. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard uproar and yelling coming from her grandpapa and she was quick to glance at the door, watching her grandmother beeline down the hall with her servants treading behind her. It was not an uncommon occurrence, and that was exactly why Lottie was ready to leap if anything were to happen to her grandmother and Queen. Watching them disappear from her sight, the princess followed their trail, knowing exactly where they would end up. She'd heard her command them to leave, and they obeyed, but Charlotte stayed behind, staring at the shut door to her quarters. Lottie raised a gloved hand to stop one of the footmen for opening the door for her, doing it herself in a gentle manner as to not startle the older lady she admired so much. She was quick to find the destroyed mirror on her vanity. Fearing that the Queen had caused harm to herself, Charlotte rushed to her side, "Grandmama..." She lifted her arm, knelt by her side, and began checking her hand for any blood.

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[Queen Charlotte]

♚ your queen commands it ♚

TAG: Princess Charlotte

NOTES: hearbreak!

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Charlotte had barley heard the door open for if she had, perhaps she would have snapped at the person to leave. For she wished to be left alone. However awareness of another presence in the room was made known when she heard the soft voice of her dear granddaughter. She did not wish for Charlotte to see her this way and yet . . . she felt far too weak to object. Weak. Not at all a fitting quality for a queen and Charlotte would certainly not describe herself as such. But today, she felt it. For she felt her heart truly break. The country may not mourn her husband until he was dead, but her mourning for his passing would commence tonight. The blemish upon her skin evident of just how gone he was. Just how far from her George he had become.

Charlotte said nothing in response to the princess's inquiry. Numbed with the pain and silenced from the anguish. She was rattled. She was devastated. What could possibly be said to defend the king in his descent into madness? The others would surely find out about this and the royal family would become an even deeper source of gossip than they already were. In ways that Charlotte could not bare the thought of. She felt a tear slip from her eyes, valuing her family above all else which was perhaps why she would never reject the touch nor company of the princess of Wales. "You should go child," she said in a soft voice, barley above a whisper, her tone far more subdued as it lacked the command and confidence it was usually filled with. But what it was not, was dismissive. She knew it would perhaps be best for her granddaughter to leave but at the same time . . . the Queen truly did not wish to be left alone. Not from family.

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