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[h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Millicent Wyndham[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	Regrettably it was not the 17th of March, but in fact the 23rd. Yet, Millicent was stating her birthday was two days prior? Her birthday was on the 19th, making it four days ago. It seemed both women were having a little trouble with the day. For Millicent this was almost unheard of, she was always so on point and time when it came to matters. She was never one to lose track of time but right then neither woman seemed to know they were indeed off on their own marks. 

	Stepping out of her room, Millicent escorted Virginia down to the study, opening the large oak doors and closing them behind them. It was one of Milli's favorite rooms in the manor. filled with books and thick tapestries her father had hand hug to keep the noise to a minimal. It was one of the few places of solace for when her step mother got to be louder than usual. Right then the near silence was most very welcomed. 

	Wandering over to her fathers desk she pulled out the chair to allow Virginia to have a seat before she sought out parchment and quill. Setting them down on the desk for her friend before she herself picked up the daily post. Her brow raising as she took note of the date published on the news paper itself. [color=0072bc]"The twenty third?"[/color] she said to herself under her own breath as her knees bent and she took a seat on the edge of the sofa in the room. How had she lost so many days?

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[h1][b][i][color=a187be]Elizaveta Romanova[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	The men looked at Mary with stoic faces and Elizaveta's lip curled in as they were asked to look less threatening. [color=a187be]"You vill have to forgive them, they speak not your language,"[/color] she said before turning an exchanging words with them in Russian. After a brief moment the men did nothing of the sort but simply took a quick step around the infirmary before taking post at the doors, on the outside of the infirmary and closing said doors behind them. 

	[color=a187be]"I hope that vill do, they mean vell,"[/color] she said in a lofty voice before turning her attention to the little lad. The boy was awake and looked up at Elizaveta strangely, nearly awestruck by her as she folded her gown and sat down on the edge of the bed next to him. [color=a187be]"May I?"[/color] she asked the boy as she held her hand out gently to his own to take it. He simply nodded slowly and she did as such. 

	She seemed to go into a trance as she sat there, just gazing into the child's eyes. It was as oddly calming as it was unnerving to see someone sit as if they were a statue. Lost somewhere between the here and the now. (Whatever the hell that means) The boy seemed fine with it, just looking into Elizaveta's ice cold eyes, he felt warm on the inside and seemed to have a bit of a smile curling on the corner of his lips. 

	[color=a187be]"My you have had quite the day little one, rest nov. You are safe,"[/color] she said after an extended period of silence as she patted his his hand before releasing it and rising from her spot. Turning she stepped over towards Mary and leaned in slightly. [color=a187be]"Ve should speak privately."[/color]