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He lived a life of privilege. He was the crowned prince and the future King of Arkadia.
Bellamy Blake woke up and got dressed. His manservant had the day off that day. When he got down to breakfast, his mother, Queen Aurora, told him, “Bellamy I have summoned the best doctor from town. She and her assistant should be arriving at noon.” She looked at him, but he wasn’t paying attention. “Listen Bellamy, we did this because you asked us to. Murphy is your friend, so you will be welcoming them when they arrive.”
Bellamy’s head shot up at the last part. “Why do I have to do it? Just have some servant do it. I have other important things to do today.”
“No, you are going to greet them when they arrive because as your mother said. Murphy is your friend and you are the one who asked for them,” Bellamy’s father, King Julian, stated.
Just then Bellamy’s little sister, Princess Octavia, walked in. “Did you tell him?” she asked with a smirk on her face.
“Yes, we did,” their father said, with the same Blake signature smirk.
Clarke Griffin was middle class. Her mother was a healer and her father a tradesman. Growing up she learned both her father and mother’s crafts, though she liked the healing arts more. Clarke thought the Royal Family was decent enough, but as for the Prince. In her opinion, he was just an arrogant seducer who didn’t have a clue how to rule a kingdom.
She had been up for hours already, out in the forest collecting herbs, then in town bargaining for supplies. Once she got back she started to assemble her and her mother’s packs for the day.
After she had studied and learned what her mother did, she became her assistant. They were traveling physicians, going to their patient’s homes to assist them.
When Clarke woke up, her mother had told her they were summoned to the palace, but nothing more.
“Who are we helping at the palace?” Clarke asked her mother, Abby, impatiently.
“I don’t know. All I know is that the Queen personally sent a messenger to tell me that there was someone in need of a physician. “ Abby said. Abby and Clarke bid adieu to Clarke’s father, Jake. After that they all went their separate ways to go to work.
Bellamy went to talk to Murphy after breakfast. Murphy had been feeling ill all week, and two days earlier he had requested his parents’ call for a physician to see what was wrong.
“Hey, are you feeling any better?” Bellamy asked.
“No, actually a little worse.” Murphy said with a cough.
“Sorry mate, a physician is coming today. Should get here about noon.”
“Thanks Bellamy, but I think I should get some sleep.” Murphy said with a hoarse voice.
“Yeah, okay. Get some rest. I’ll return when the physician arrives,” Bellamy said as he left the room.
Bellamy paced while waiting for the physician to arrive. He was becoming anxious. Bellamy was never a very patient person. Murphy was his best friend who was ill and getting worse.
“They are at the gate sir,” a handmaid said.
“Thank you.” Bellamy straightened up his outfit so was presentable.
When the doors opened Clarke didn’t expect Prince Bellamy to be the one greeting them. It now made sense, why they didn’t know who they were helping it was a member or friend of the royal family; it also explained why the Queen’s personal messenger was sent.
“Welcome to the palace of Arkadia. I am Prince Bellamy Blake. It is my pleasure to welcome you both to the palace. You must be the physician.” Bellamy gestured at Abby.
Abby and Clarke bowed. “Yes, my name is Abby Griffin. You may call me Abby Your Royal Highness, and this is my daughter and assistant Clarke.” Clarke raised an eyebrow when Bellamy’s gaze turned to her.
“It is my pleasure to meet you Your Royal Highness. Could you please tell us who we will be treating and the symptoms they have been presenting?” Clarke asked.
“Wow, right to the point,” Bellamy whispered. “ Yes, please follow me. I will tell you on the way.” He motioned for the two women to follow him.
“The one you will be treating is one of my good friends, Duke Murphy. He has been coughing frequently, he’s sensitive to light, his nose runs frequently, and he has pains…”
“What type of pain and where?” Clarke asked, interrupting Bellamy.
“Uh? I’m not sure.” Bellamy said as they arrived at Murphy’s chambers. “Here we are. Murphy is in here.” He said gesturing to the door.
“Thank you, Sire,” Abby said.
“Yes, we can take it from here. I’m sure you have other important things to do,” Clarke said with a slight bow of her head. She was about to head into the chamber when Bellamy spoke up.
“No, actually. I would much prefer to stay with both of you, and make sure everything is taken care of.” He smiled, smug.
“Of course, Sire,” Abby said, giving Clarke an exasperated look.