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[skjalf]

( 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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[skjalf]

( Indeed, the empathy seems to come as naturally as breathing. A most intriguing thing. )

Colonies? Empire?! ( Whoa whoa whoa, what?! This is the first she has ever heard of her country being an Empire! And while she'd been asking about this land, she is far too engrossed in the topic now to correct him. ) And a Queen, too. Does she rule in her own right, my lord?

( Luckily for him, her questions remain rather simple for him to answer. Her heart has leapt into her throat, though, because he has brought up something which seems impossible to her: a woman, ruling on the throne by herself. Something her mother would have done until her younger brother reached his majority had she been able. )

What of the politics of this world? ( Oh. Oh. Well! It is very clear why she's been claimed by the Unseelie, then. What a load of rubbish. ) I see! Then I have been given to the correct court, I suppose. I cannot condone what the Seelie monarchs wish.

( Neutrality may be the best way to go, but if push comes to shove: she will fight for her world's continued existence, thanks. She sets her jaw, and shakes her head in wonder. )

And all of us, all of the natives of this world are caught in the middle of their little dance. I cannot condone that, either.

[depicted]

[Sorry for the kinda awesome newsflash? He feels like he has dropped large amount of informations and forgot that they were so great.] She does, with her husband as Prince Consort until his passing.

[When she makes her claim for the Unseelie, he can only press his lips together and bow his head. There is no doubt that the lockets are watched, not in his eyes. Everything might be watched. And he won't speak treason in public, where there is record.] Such are the ways of wars. Monarchs decide the battle and its reasons, and we who owe allegiance obey. It is the place of ruling Kings and Queens to decide what costs are worth their ideals.

[He doesn't tell her that it isn't so in his time, that they hardly call down treason simply for dissenting words or even dissenting actions, as long as they are within accepted bounds. This is a harsh reality that he has learned here, but he learned it quickly. If he is to have any power, any choice in his life, he must earn it through discretion.]

[skjalf]

( Awesome, but troubling, in its way. She does not at all like what she has heard of her people journeying to lands which are already occupied by people and naming them whatever they please. They do no honour to her House by calling someplace 'New York' if it is already called something else. )

A prince consort? ( She has never heard of such a title before. ) He did not attempt to rule through his wife?

( They are clearly upon opposing sides of this conflict, and yet she can assume from his expression alone that he shares in her opinion. Being of one mind is important, and she inclines her head in acknowledgement. She understands, though she says it not. )

Then let us pray that they are good ones, my lord. As a future subject of my family, I will do my utmost here to provide for you nonce I am in a position to do so. No matter what else occurs in between: you have my word.

( She, too, is careful with her words. All she speaks of is their shared homeland, and the protection she owes him as a subject of hers. Her word is binding, and she will be serious about keeping it. )

[depicted]

[What's wrong with colonization and imperialism? Gosh, Elizabeth, don't be a party pooper of the horrific future yet to come!]

No, he could not, nor would he. Her Majesty ensured it with his title.

[Appreciating that his true meaning was read, he smiles more lightly, less burned by the helpless doublebind of attempting to express oneself without being read by others.]

You are too gracious, Your Highness. I shall strive to act worthy of your kindness.

[It is an oblique oath, a sideways fealty: slanting against the lines, they offer what they can in their limited vocabulary, until such time as it might expand.]

[skjalf]

( Just the fact that it doesn't happen through diplomacy and treaties, that's all! there is a benefit to it, but only if it's done properly. The way she has heard of this process being alluded to by Connor and now with Dorian? No thank you. Nope. )

Such a reality could only ever be a dream for a woman of my era. If I could do that, believe me that I would. My—for God's sake this is entirely surreal!—descendant has the right of it.

( His smile is returned, and easily. It is always a pleasure when she needs no words in order to communicate seamlessly with another. )

I have the utmost faith that you shall. In fact, you have already begun. I will strive to be worthy of your kindness, in turn.

( Basically: she will endeavour to prove herself worthy of his loyalty, and reward it well upon such a time as they might expand upon these oaths they now make. One day, she will. She has been born to rule, and she cannot imagine any other life for herself. )