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eachdraidh2015-02-02 02:38 am
skjalf) wrote in eachdraidh2015-02-02 02:38 am
β I βΊ video γopen to both courts & backdated to 02/01γ
( Her progress in working out what her locket does is very much a WIP. Still, she has fiddled with it enough to activate whatever magic controls the moving images of people. This is in an invaluable tool in her eyes, because she has precisely the purpose to put such a resource to use. Keenly aware that appearances matter especially so upon making a first impression, she is dressed elegantly, and her hair is mostly left in loose waves, some cloth-of-gold ribbon threaded throughout. She keeps the look on her face pleasant, but cool.
There is no benefit for the time being in playing the fool, as she had at home. The warmth of her smile does not extend to her eyes, not yet. Instead they hold a light of curiosity, and a great amount of seriousness. Her awareness of the situation at hand is dim but for this: she is not dreaming. She has lost all, and stands to gain everything if she but works for it. Just as her father had won the throne of England: with smiles, charm and good business sense.
Her address, then, is an earnest one. )
Good day to you, one and all. I know not how many of you there are, or from whence you come. Yet if I may, I would humbly beg a favour, if you would be so gracious as to indulge me: your acquaintance.
Indeed, I would meet as many of you as might be possible. And, if you would be even more indulgent, information pertaining to the state of affairs in this land and abroad. I find myself possessed of a desire to know the full scope of things here ere I chart my course and navigate myself through whatever trials I may face here.
( Now, finally, the warmth enters her eyes. She has no choice; it would not do for all the land to bear witness to her grief. )
I am Elizabeth Plantagenet of England. It is my hope that I will be able to repay any kindness shown me sooner rather than later. I look forward to meeting and speaking with many of you!
Until then, farewell. Deus vobiscum.
There is no benefit for the time being in playing the fool, as she had at home. The warmth of her smile does not extend to her eyes, not yet. Instead they hold a light of curiosity, and a great amount of seriousness. Her awareness of the situation at hand is dim but for this: she is not dreaming. She has lost all, and stands to gain everything if she but works for it. Just as her father had won the throne of England: with smiles, charm and good business sense.
Her address, then, is an earnest one. )
Good day to you, one and all. I know not how many of you there are, or from whence you come. Yet if I may, I would humbly beg a favour, if you would be so gracious as to indulge me: your acquaintance.
Indeed, I would meet as many of you as might be possible. And, if you would be even more indulgent, information pertaining to the state of affairs in this land and abroad. I find myself possessed of a desire to know the full scope of things here ere I chart my course and navigate myself through whatever trials I may face here.
( Now, finally, the warmth enters her eyes. She has no choice; it would not do for all the land to bear witness to her grief. )
I am Elizabeth Plantagenet of England. It is my hope that I will be able to repay any kindness shown me sooner rather than later. I look forward to meeting and speaking with many of you!
Until then, farewell. Deus vobiscum.
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You speak as though... [ she stops and tries to reword] Do you hold regency over this...land of England?
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Perhaps you are to create legends of your own in this place. He freed my—our land from would-be invaders so that we might live out our days in peace. The songs tell the tale of a Hero, and the men who followed him. You would be proud, I think. Is it easier, now? I know, how sharp a sting such a slight truly is.
( She inclines her head. ) His father reneged upon the betrothal agreement, and he married my cousin, instead.
( A very simple problem compared to what she has seen of late, despite how terrible a humiliation it was to her at the time. )
In a manner of speaking. My father has king, and I am his eldest living child.
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she does not comment on whether or not she should be proud. be proud of being refused by a good man in favor of blacksmith's daughter. although if she knew that it was guinevere, she would feel differently. she would understand. but she has yet to be told the name of the woman by anyone.]
That seems to be an action without honor. [ take-backies = dishonor ]
So you are a princess as well. I am to rule should my father die. I am his only child.
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The songs and tales certainly say as much. ( She leaves it off there, sensing the obviousness of how awkward the topic of Arthur is for this woman. She smiles faintly. )
It was. And I was humiliated. However.. ( Her smile broadens, turning mischievous. ) They did fashion me an entire wardrobe and fund my education in their language at their own expense. So some good came from it.
( Elizabeth stills, realizing the significance of just what Mithian is telling her. ) And will you rule in your own right, or be married to someone who might do so in your stead?
( Having been through what she has, she would rather die than suffer the latter. )