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( 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.

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( He looks like a being straight out of the myths of the Celts. She is intrigued, and not frightened. He has identified himself to her for a purpose.

And she will most definitely take the bait, and learn why. )

It is an honour to meet you, my lord. ( She gives him a half-smile. ) I am most grateful that you have remedied my error.

If I may speak plainly: I was born to Royalty in my land, and yet was ever merely a piece upon the board. I would learn how to be a player, as well. And not simply a pawn.

[Grateful, she says. But her bluntness is noted. He is a man who despises weakness, but he also dislikes those who disguise their intentions behind gentility.]

Does a pawn get to become a player simply by deciding so? [He does not wait for an answer.] It takes more than a title and breeding to influence change. Tell me, what was it that made you a pawn in your own kingdom? Why should a shard in your chest make you any different in this one?

Nay. ( Her answer is frank. ) A pawn becomes a player through education and much effort on their part. It is a destination, and not one easily reached.

( She tilts her head. ) Because I am a woman. Here, it seems to matter much less. I see women donning armour, hear them speak of engaging in battle and even ruling in their own right. There are possibilities here.

And begging your pardon, but you must have also been brought here with a shard in your chest, my lord. We all begin with equal opportunity here, do we not? Therein lies your answer.

I came here as a king and with power that I had spent a lifetime to gain. I came with that and more. Our opportunities might be equal, but not our ability to snatch them. If you wish to become strong, you must cast aside that which makes you weak.

Which court claims you?

[There is little reason to waste words on someone from the Seelie court.]

I understand. ( Which is to say, she can't let her grief rule her. There is no time for it, with so much going on. )

The Unseelie have claimed me, Your Grace.

( And so she wastes none in telling him whom has taken her allegiance. )

And I as well. [He is quiet as he considers her. In truth, there is not much to see. She has been made soft like the Hylian do to their own women. He wondered if there was ever a chance of strength hidden inside her, regardless of ambition.

Even so, a shard was still a shard.]

Should you find yourself in Mair, you will be welcome to join me in my castle. Your talents will not be wasted there. [He made it a point to not waste anything.]

( An offer of protection, so soon? And he, barely knowing aught of her. Elizabeth considers this briefly, weighing her (frankly limited) options. There is no benefit to tarrying long in the seat of Unseelie rule if a war is about to imminently arrive upon its doorstep. She has no influence or position here to speak of, and limited funds. Even if this King has an ulterior motive for wishing her presence in his domain (likely her shard), it would be safer there than here.

She inclines her head respectfully. )

I accept your offer, Your Grace. And I thank you. ( However, at the mention of her talents, she tilts her head. ) You know that I have magic?

You have a shard, princess. You are magic now.

[Still, if she possessed some measure of power beforehand, that in itself raises her from being some soft princess skilled only at court.]

Still, if you have a skill, I would see it used. How long have you practiced?

I did not know that.

( As in: at all. Someone neglected to give her that very important talking-to. She feels somewhat embarrassed now, but does not comment on the matter further.

She has her own magic anyway. if it is as common here as she is hearing, then it will be worthwhile to expand her horizons in that respect. )

Two years, since it manifested. It runs through my bloodline, and my mother was taught by her mother. But she has taught me precious little. To control me, I believe. I can make it rain if I please, or form a mist at my will. At times I see events before they happen, or while they occur.

I can place curses upon my enemies if the need calls for it, and they will die. It does not fail. There is no doubt more, but I must discover it for myself.

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