[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#DDA0DD]Antoinette McCarthy[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=#DDA0DD][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Palace Infirmary -- The Palace: New York City, New York.
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Antoinette hugged her friend back fiercely, feeling a complete comfort and state of peace from that gentle touch. She moved away though and the Prince’s voice drifted over to Antoinette. She blinked her eyes peaceably as he explained needing to go find his father. Apparently the King’s approval was still a necessary thing. Still, they had a rough go ahead and Antoinette turned to look at Carolina as Prince Flynn left. Her friend found a place to lie down and Antoinette watched as her friend grew a bit slack, starting her journey. 
Antoinette shifted, pulling at the fabric of her dress and looked about the room. She wasn’t entirely confident she would be able to help as October suggested. She didn’t mess about with her power much as there had never been much need to. Up until today, she had felt safe and secure. Antoinette looked between the Queen and her friend, trying to determine who she should focus on. She wiggled her nose, a common thing she did while painting, trying to determine how she could help.