The Strength of England

~6~

Juliet practically ran to the building, everything still buzzing within her mind. She wanted the truth this time. No skittering around the bush and sugar coating bullshit. The damn, full honest, downhearted truth. She burst through the main doors and headed for the room they all met in. The echoing of her heels hitting the floor filled the vast space. Either the emergency meeting was elsewhere or it was more serious than thought.

Entering the room, she placed Liberty in the small pen, covering her up as the baby rested against the padding, drifting back into sleep. Juliet looked down at her, how one little moment with her lit Juliet's life to light. So many questions and wants yet at the same time everything felt whole. Like it made sense in a strange, insane sort of way.

Maybe she was insane. Maybe everything she had been through finally fell against her and made her mad. She wouldn't be shocked if she was really, everything that ran through her head was proof enough to believe that. Before she fully gave herself that diagnosis, she had to talk to-

"Juliet?" two voices called her.

Turning around, she was met with Brie and Lily. Their eyes held worry as they came in. Juliet sighed in relief as she saw them, noticing they were empty handed.

"Think you guys are missing some little ones." she tried to joke but all it did was made her feel weaker.

"Jeanne is with Monique and Michelle, they asked to watch her."

"And Alexei is with his aunt Natalia." Lily added.

"Is that a wise choice?" Brie asked the Russian.

"He is Ivan's. I dare anyone to touch him and not lose a hand...or internal organs." Lily replied.

"Alrighty then. Well, I got Liberty for Alfred. She's knocked out in the pen as I'm trying not to go nuts here." Juliet stated as she made her way to the large window.

"Which is why we came in such a hurry." Brie said, "What is the matter Juliet. Your message was quite urgent this morning."

"Da, what is wrong?" Lily joined.

Juliet didn't know where to begin really. She was a mess of thoughts and beliefs and hopes and dreams at that exact moment. She wanted so much yet so little.

"Ok, know this, if you believe I have gone stark raving mad and need away from your children and locked away then so be it. I will go without hesitation for it truly does seem mad to me." Juliet began. "It all started after Alfred came to my door last night with Liberty sick with a cold. Did what I need, yada-yada, and then Arthur and Alfred left me with Liberty. Not that I'd complain."

Juliet stared deeply at the floor as the memories coasted into her mind, "But when Liberty touched my ring I was sent back on a time warp travel that I swear to god I should have seen Tim Curry in that ridiculous drag outfit from that movie, dancing in the corner of my bedroom. I saw things I shouldn't have seen. Multiple women either fleeing death, making history, or dying. Each one a piece of historical world history. Not just a little history, world history. Mostly France, Russia, America, and England."

Looking at the two women, Juliet noticed their wide-eyed expressions, not of fear and worry but of realization, "Now what really hits this home, is that four of those women were you two. Two were you Brie and the other two were you Lily. The third woman I couldn't figure out but she was American history. And then, there was me in the grand court of England, talking to none other than Arthur, the damn Brit that sits and has tea with me in my office. The same one that I can't stop swooning over his damn eyes. Like I said I might be crazy, but are you Jeanne D'Arc and Marie Antoinette Brie? And you, Lily, Catherine the Great and Anastasia Romanov? Because if so, that would make me Queen Elizabeth, wouldn't it?"