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( Today, she is beautifully dressed in a gown of dark green, and her hair is braided in a crown about her head, with some loose curls falling past her shoulders. Appearance is everything today, when she has such a request to make. It is not as humbling as she might have expected, to be in such a position as to need to ask for aid; perhaps it is because it is not for her, personally.

But rather an endeavour which may benefit all. Carefully, at first, she smiles, an expression which gains warmth after a few seconds. )

I greet all of you well. And pray that all of you are doing all right. Sadly, as we are all keenly aware, such a state will not long be enjoyed by many of our native brethren. The Void would consume Leathann, and I commend the great efforts being made by all to keep it at bay.

Yet the isle of Briste to the north is in similarly dire straits, and I would make a great effort there to see their people saved from death, if the Void is not stopped ere it might swallow the isle. I know not if raising it might be viable option; rather, I have struck up an overture, a dialogue with their Council of elders.

My hope is this: that we might relocate the people to a settlement on the coast of the mainland here. If I might secure their trust and blessing to do so, I will lead their people to the head of the North road. There, I propose a settlement be built, which may in time grow into something greater.

I would do this myself, but I lack the funds to. Thus I appeal to you all: please, aid me in this. I will either repay you in turn or owe you a favour later, for certain. I would not ask for donations unless it is within your wisdom to provide one. Either way, you would bear my eternal gratitude for this.

These people may be hesitant to trust us, but they deserve a better fate than that which awaits them if we do naught.

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There may be no other outcome, Your Grace. I may not be a man, but I am the eldest; it is my duty to ensure that they live. ( And everyone, really. But she says it not, instead preferring to return the smile. )

I will indeed tell them. And, ah— ( She pauses, uncertain. ) It is simply that I am merely a princess, and you share rank with my late father, God assoil his soul. I should call you by your title, yes?

( But obviously she's uncertain, as her expression turns sheepish. )

Whatever you wish, it shall be as you say.

I understand that, Elizabeth. I am King and will always be King, but here I no longer rule. And 'Saber' is a title in itself.

So Saber is preferred.

As you say, Saber. ( Taking a breath after swallowing what unease lingers at addressing her thus, she inclines her head. )

I am gladdened to know not all of my family has been lost to me. Richard the Lionheart was here, but—

( Concern passes vividly across her features, along with mild annoyance. )

He either finds me irksome and avoids returning my letters, or has vanished. And I would tear down any Seelie who saw fit to stand between he and I, should the worst have come to pass.

I did not know he had been called to the Drabwurld. [A shame, too.] I would suggest asking the imps after him. Should he no longer be in this realm, they should know.

He arrived in June, when I awoke. ( She smiles, faintly so. ) I will, I thank you. Should he be here still, I will be most displeased by his lack of communication.

But at least then you would be able to meet him. He is a rather singular personage. And, I believe like you, wishes for as few as possible to be aware of his true identity.

( Though for the life of her, she knows not the name he'd prefer to answer to. He'd never told her. )

It would please me to meet one of the kings that followed in my wake, that dedicated themselves to Britain. [Perhaps it would mollify some of her feelings of failure.]

Though I am not so sure he would be as believing of my identity as you. I concealed my gender out of necessity, Elizabeth.

Your Grace, he believed me when I told him that I am his niece removed by three centuries of history. Perhaps you may be surprised.

( She hopes for it, fervently. If he is not here, she will be most distressed. Enough of her relations are lost to her without one more. )

If I should ever return home and become Queen, I will bow to no man, just as you have not. Society must change; perhaps even the Church, as it is the crutch upon which men bear so much of their power. I have been told that five centuries after me, there will be a Queen regnant by the name of Victoria. She married, bore children and yet was not subservient to her husband.

Such examples are those I would follow. Both here and at home.

['I should not be a model for anyone' was upon her lips, but she didn't speak the words. Britain had deserved a better king than she, and should would forever believe that. Britain deserved a king that would not slay his own son, would not hang his own wife out of necessity when her crime was caused by the king's own faults. But she would not say any of that. Elizabeth was using Saber's legend to inspire her... and the king would not take that away from her.]

The Drabwurld does make one open their eyes to more than what was previously possible. Should Richard still walk this realm, I would be most pleased if you would introduce us.

And it would be my utmost honour, Your Grace. I thank you.

And no matter what the outcome of this war, I shall forever be glad to have met you.

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