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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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If you care for them as much, I am sure it to be true. [It may be flattery, but Lucrezia has little to bother with England-- or any country for that matter. She wishes to remain in Rome for as long as she can.]

I shall indeed. It is the most beautiful place I have been. [Since she's helped to clean it up.]

Ah, you speak of my brother, Cesare. I have only just become aware of his existence here. I am in Seelie, you see.

Tempus ostendet. ( Yes, time will indeed show whether or not Lucrezia's confidence, flattery or otherwise is well-founded. )

Ere I arrived here, I had never left the shores of my country. I thank you. ( Though she has seen the whole of her country, to be fair. Each year, on her father's progress. )

I do. He attempted to sit upon the throne of the High King. ( Read: she thinks he's an idiot because of that. ) And far more sensible, as well. That is good.

Welcome to the Drabwurld then. We are certainly out of Europe itself. [If she hasn't noticed the fairies and magic, yet.]

My brother's ambitions are greater than his position beside my father, but he is a good man.

[To her perhaps, but it is hard to see outside her bias. She still loves him greatly.]

I thank you. That, perhaps, is a good thing. For the moment. ( Her features soften. ) I might not have otherwise been able to meet you, after all.

( Ah, yes. And she can't blame Lucrezia for such a line of thought, either. )

I find that human beings are far more complex than simply "good" or "bad". Good people are often required to do terrible things for the well-being of the many.

Be rest-assured: I do not think ill of him. Only that perhaps he should be more subtle, until he has secured some power for himself.

( She is still of the opinion that he is much too pretty to be beheaded or flayed alive. )

That is true, Your Highness. There is much here I would not have experienced, and more I would not have the pleasure of knowing.

[She certainly wouldn't have risen to the station she is in Treun. Too much of her movements would be controlled.]

You needn't worry for my brother. He takes care of himself well. [It is still hard for her to imagine him in Unseelie, and yet... And yet, there are notions of his ambition that drives him. His younger self was no different. There is a pain to think herself separated from him, but she thinks it only temporary. Cesare would move Heaven for her if he must.]

It is a certain thing that I shall come to find my experience here to be much the same. To be a woman here seems less of a detriment. There are more possibilities, such as I have never known.

I have been told that a descendant of mine by the name of Victoria shall one day rule over an empire with her husband being a mere Prince-Consort! Can you imagine? Such a life would not be entirely displeasing to me in the least.

( And she also hopes to rise. Where she would be a mere prize, a bauble to fit within Henry Tudor's crown at home, here she shall shine in her own right. )

Your pardon, my lady. It is simply that the life of my King was taken the day before I was brought here. I worry for all, perhaps.

( She is grieving, but also paranoid of the fact that anyone else might suffer the same. Especially for an act of what she still believes to be sheer idiocy. There is ambition and then there is foolhardiness. He's going to risk his neck with an attitude like that. U g h.

Elizabeth tilts her head, as though able to read a little into Lucrezia's distress. ) All the same, should you like me to watch over him for your sake, then I will do so.

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