#enthronedstart

     she’s lost enough in her own thoughts it takes her a moment to notice – only the feeling of wet fabric clinging to the skin of her stomach brings her to the surface of reality. she looks down at the wine red stain before her eyes train up to the person in front of her, fingers clutching the goblet and face teetering somewhere near contrite. it was likely this stain was never coming out, but she didn’t really mind – fabric could be replaced. still, there was enough that it was starting to pool near her feet. “ that was my fault. ” she offers. “ i wasn’t paying any attention. my apologies. ” @enthronedarchive​

“if i knew any better, i’d assume you were flirting with me.” the young woman spoke, one eyebrow quirked in a playful manner as she teased the stranger she had casually struck up conversation with. “in all seriousness, tell me more about where you’re from...”

“Do give us pardon, my ladies and I were just coming from chapel.” Isibeal had her rosary beads in her hands as did her ladies of court. Morning prayers were something the young queen couldn’t miss. Needing the guidance now more than ever in the new place she’d hope for peace. Her smile warm at the person she’d bumped into. With the motion of her hand her ladies cleared to give them space to pass.  

“ MILLIONS of people in the world and somehow an idiot like you manages to land control. a pity for your people. “

         the last three months had been a whirlwind for the only daughter in the rohan line and though she still had options, those were one step closer to seeing their ends with each passing day. perhaps that was why she found herself in the gardens, picking flowers as she had in her own childhood home many years ago. it was only once she was nearing completion in her small bouquet for the queen that she heard footsteps approaching, her head turning as a soft ‘good afternoon’ left her lips.