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"There are only two choices before you...
When you are bred for one life and one life only, when it is time to step into those shoes, you never question. Never waver or hold doubt. A ruler cannot be seen questioning themselves... they must be chaste, fair, kind, gentle, yet ruthless, able to make the hard decisions while keeping an honest heart.
But who said one must always follow the rules set by their predecessors?
"...swear to me fealty, or lay upon their sword."
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With age comes wisdom
(closed rp with @slyroyaladvisor)
Head high, chest out, one foot in front of the other. Keep your eyes forward. Smile. Wave. These were the thoughts that passed through Elicia's mind as she walked down the long corridor in search of her uncle.
The only one who didn't treat her like some child in need or a daft fool who knew nothing. No ulterior motives forcing his hand or corrupting craving steering his actions. Just a man who she knew sought nothing other than the status quo and maintaining that order...
And that was exactly what she needed now more than ever before the court was to begin.
Kendrick liked to think of himself as something of a simple man. The top was the top, the bottom the bottom, and so on. He wasn't exactly hard to please, and yet people kept fucking it up while trying to be creative, or over-ambitious.
His darling brother the late king for instance, may he rest in peace, married a noblewoman from afar, with skin as dark as night. And that sort of thing simply wasn't done. As a mistress, she would have been more than acceptable, provided he had taken a somewhat more... Local wife. But no, the King had been stubborn, and that was that. Kendrick had abided, of course, the king was the King and none were higher than he, but he didn't have to like it.
And now their mixture of a child was the Queen. He hadn't been very fond of that either, but he'd lost all claim to the ability to do anything about it when he'd very publicly recused himself from succession. He didn't want to be king, and right now that was the only thing he could possibly do to stop his niece from being Queen. And even then, he wouldn't.
Elicia was the rightful queen, the sole child of her father, and he would defend her and her title to the death if need be.
She was the top now, and she would remain the top.
And right now, she would find him in the balcony just off of her council room, leaning against the stone railing and watching some merchant's ship slowly slide out of the bay, more sails unfurling as it went.
In another life, he liked to think he would have been a ship's captain. Master of Order, for the betterment of all.
She was aware of his…dislike of her, having asked him when she was young if he did merely because of what she was. His answer then would most likely be the same now; whether or not he liked her was irrelevant.
What she was did nothing to stop her from becoming Queen, which meant it did nothing to stop him from helping her when needed.
Though it did make her want to kick him a few times. Not like she’d ever had the audacity as a child and most certainly couldn’t even dream of it now that she was Queen. She had an image to uphold.
Though as she rounded the corner and entered the double doors that led to the council room, spotting him through the archway standing against the balcony, the fleeting thought of pushing him over may or may not have tugged at her.
“Uncle,” she called out to him, making her way fully into the room and letting the doors slam shut behind her. “I am in need of your assistance.”
"And I am at your disposal, your Majesty," he said, pushing himself off of the railing and turning to face her with a deep bow. "How might I be of service?"
Despite his minor distaste, even he could admit the rumors of her beauty paled in comparison to her rather lovely visage. Truly, Moreau had a Queen of Beauty.
She didn’t really have to wait for his response. She knew what it would be, but she enjoyed the sight of him bowing. His rich tone like honey when he spoke. And that way in which he did…maybe she could forgive him sometimes for his short comings.
“Yes,” she says swallowing and nodding her head. “Rise.”
“There will be two foreign diplomats set to meet with me in hopes of finally securing an alliance after today’s court has concluded,” she begins, pacing as she spoke. One hand coming to cross along her midsection while the other nestled under her breast, arm slipping between the two so that she could tap at her chin. A quirk she’d been unable to break no matter how her teachers tried. “However, I fear that they have already allied with each other and are colluding against Moreau.”
“If only because I have offered many attempts at a treating and each have been shot down with the excuse of revisions,” she continues, her pacing slowing as she turns to her uncle. “And now I am being told that they are sending someone to speak directly to me? No warning, or proper etiquette of neither one? The bold insolence aside, it is too spontaneous of act to deem it as anything other than the two allying to look down on me and rule.”
She stopped pacing then. Her eyes narrowing. “Or so I think. What say you?”
And rise he does, holding his hands behind his back as she starts to pace, his only briefly going to her chest. It was impossible not to at least spare a glance, with how she stuffed her arm between her breasts to tap at her chin as she thought. The reason her tutors attempted to break that particular habit only became more apparent as she matured. Queen of Beauty indeed. But Kendrick was a man of priorities, so he kept his eyes on her pretty face and his ears open to her words.
"It's certainly not beyond the realm of reason," he says when it his turn. "There is definite insult in refusing your prior overtures and in simultaneously sending negotiators directly to your court now of all times, but it simply behooves them to act in their own best interest. "As I see it, you can do two things while maintaining control of the situation," He holds his hands out, as if weighing options. "Delay them as much as they have delayed you; as they quite literally in your court now, you have control over when the meetings take place. Frame it as a new monarch simply being oh so busy, and won't they please tarry and enjoy the bounty of our kingdom just a little longer? Let them stew, separately. Keep them apart to prevent collusion while in your territory, never let them see each other, and keep them watched, see just how well their stories match. Alternatively, kill one of them. Dream up some offense and have them executed in public, make it a big enough scandal and you might even break up this little alliance of theirs before they can bring it to bear against you.
"But that's just off the top of my head, your Majesty," he said plainly, tucking his hands back behind him as if he'd just suggested the lunch menu and not the convoluted torture and/or murder of foreign dignitaries.
She may not have known where he was looking but she could feel his eyes on her. Like a hawk, sharp and waiting for its prey to weaken. Or at least that’s how it felt, if she knew his thoughts lied elsewhere she surely wouldn’t have believed it.
When he finally spoke she tuned out her own thoughts to pay attention. Her focus slipping down to his mouth, watching them part as he spoke, imagining the way his puffy lips might fe…he spoke of executing and she shook her head, eyes flicking up to his to read his expression a chill running down her spine when she sees no remorse or disgust at the idea.
He’d said it like it’s just a matter of course, placing his hands back behind him and for a second she weighted her options.
“I should like to try to first option, delaying them and keeping them separate as much as possible,” she hums. Tapping at her chin once more. “Of course keeping an eye on them while they are is only just for our safety.”
"Frame it as being for their safety and they won't even really question it," he said with a one-shoulder shrug, eyes flicking down as she tapped her chin yet again. "It is likely the people they send will be skilled negotiators, but not impossible that they will underestimate you and assume a united front will force your hand. Remember, they need what we have, elsewise this would all be quite pointless. You have the upper hand, your Majesty, though they will try to make you think otherwise."
This time she caught the way his eyes lowered, and her eyebrow arched. Did she have something on her dress? She had wanted to look down, follow after his gaze, but the horrifying thought of there possibly being something there forced her not to. It would be just her luck to look unseemly in front of someone who possibly already thought her childish.
So instead, she lifted her head, drew her hand from between her breasts, and nodded. "I will be sure to keep that in mind," she assured him. She placed his advice in the back of her mind for later.
There is a moment when she looks at him, then to the balcony behind him. Now that her question had been answered, she had no reason to really stay, but she didn't quite want to leave yet. There were so few chances to catch him without someone else trailing behind her or someone needing their attention elsewhere.
Plus...it didn't hurt that he was quite handsome, and being this close to him made her want to reach out and touch him.
The thought made her face heat up, and she turned on the spot. "I-" she coughed, trying to hide her sudden stammer. "I am to believe you will also be attending court today?"
She could slap herself...of course, he was attending. He was her royal advisor. Where she was was where he would be. Especially on matters like these.
His own eyebrow climbed just a little as she engaged in small talk.
"As ever, I shall be at your right hand until you remove me," he said plainly as he stepped closer. He was at her disposal, and if she wanted her advisor somewhere else during the court proceedings, that was her right. But she hadn't said anything to him about that, so he was pretty damn sure he'd be where he always was. "Would you care to join me on the balcony for a time? The view is quite... Lovely."
Yes, the balcony view. Which he wasn't looking at right now. He had something far lovelier to occupy his vision at the moment.
She'd been expecting him to shoo her along, leave him to his peace again now that he'd answered her question. So she was all too eager to agree when she was proven otherwise.
Her heart leaped into her throat when he stepped closer, the proximity alone making the room just a tad bit hotter underneath her dress, and she couldn't help but swallow around the giant knot that was her heart currently holding her oxygen hostage.
If she ever did want him anywhere but beside her or even in her, the thought had come so quickly that she blurted out a squeak of a "yes" to his question. Embarrassment made her cheeks flush darker.
In a hurry to rid herself of the shameful thought, she'd stepped around him and made her way to the balcony. Missing his final words...and just exactly where he'd been looking when he said it.
"It is a beautiful view, isn't it?" She sighed as she looked out.
With age comes wisdom
(closed rp with @slyroyaladvisor)
Head high, chest out, one foot in front of the other. Keep your eyes forward. Smile. Wave. These were the thoughts that passed through Elicia's mind as she walked down the long corridor in search of her uncle.
The only one who didn't treat her like some child in need or a daft fool who knew nothing. No ulterior motives forcing his hand or corrupting craving steering his actions. Just a man who she knew sought nothing other than the status quo and maintaining that order...
And that was exactly what she needed now more than ever before the court was to begin.
Kendrick liked to think of himself as something of a simple man. The top was the top, the bottom the bottom, and so on. He wasn't exactly hard to please, and yet people kept fucking it up while trying to be creative, or over-ambitious.
His darling brother the late king for instance, may he rest in peace, married a noblewoman from afar, with skin as dark as night. And that sort of thing simply wasn't done. As a mistress, she would have been more than acceptable, provided he had taken a somewhat more... Local wife. But no, the King had been stubborn, and that was that. Kendrick had abided, of course, the king was the King and none were higher than he, but he didn't have to like it.
And now their mixture of a child was the Queen. He hadn't been very fond of that either, but he'd lost all claim to the ability to do anything about it when he'd very publicly recused himself from succession. He didn't want to be king, and right now that was the only thing he could possibly do to stop his niece from being Queen. And even then, he wouldn't.
Elicia was the rightful queen, the sole child of her father, and he would defend her and her title to the death if need be.
She was the top now, and she would remain the top.
And right now, she would find him in the balcony just off of her council room, leaning against the stone railing and watching some merchant's ship slowly slide out of the bay, more sails unfurling as it went.
In another life, he liked to think he would have been a ship's captain. Master of Order, for the betterment of all.
She was aware of his…dislike of her, having asked him when she was young if he did merely because of what she was. His answer then would most likely be the same now; whether or not he liked her was irrelevant.
What she was did nothing to stop her from becoming Queen, which meant it did nothing to stop him from helping her when needed.
Though it did make her want to kick him a few times. Not like she’d ever had the audacity as a child and most certainly couldn’t even dream of it now that she was Queen. She had an image to uphold.
Though as she rounded the corner and entered the double doors that led to the council room, spotting him through the archway standing against the balcony, the fleeting thought of pushing him over may or may not have tugged at her.
“Uncle,” she called out to him, making her way fully into the room and letting the doors slam shut behind her. “I am in need of your assistance.”
"And I am at your disposal, your Majesty," he said, pushing himself off of the railing and turning to face her with a deep bow. "How might I be of service?"
Despite his minor distaste, even he could admit the rumors of her beauty paled in comparison to her rather lovely visage. Truly, Moreau had a Queen of Beauty.
She didn’t really have to wait for his response. She knew what it would be, but she enjoyed the sight of him bowing. His rich tone like honey when he spoke. And that way in which he did…maybe she could forgive him sometimes for his short comings.
“Yes,” she says swallowing and nodding her head. “Rise.”
“There will be two foreign diplomats set to meet with me in hopes of finally securing an alliance after today’s court has concluded,” she begins, pacing as she spoke. One hand coming to cross along her midsection while the other nestled under her breast, arm slipping between the two so that she could tap at her chin. A quirk she’d been unable to break no matter how her teachers tried. “However, I fear that they have already allied with each other and are colluding against Moreau.”
“If only because I have offered many attempts at a treating and each have been shot down with the excuse of revisions,” she continues, her pacing slowing as she turns to her uncle. “And now I am being told that they are sending someone to speak directly to me? No warning, or proper etiquette of neither one? The bold insolence aside, it is too spontaneous of act to deem it as anything other than the two allying to look down on me and rule.”
She stopped pacing then. Her eyes narrowing. “Or so I think. What say you?”
And rise he does, holding his hands behind his back as she starts to pace, his only briefly going to her chest. It was impossible not to at least spare a glance, with how she stuffed her arm between her breasts to tap at her chin as she thought. The reason her tutors attempted to break that particular habit only became more apparent as she matured. Queen of Beauty indeed. But Kendrick was a man of priorities, so he kept his eyes on her pretty face and his ears open to her words.
"It's certainly not beyond the realm of reason," he says when it his turn. "There is definite insult in refusing your prior overtures and in simultaneously sending negotiators directly to your court now of all times, but it simply behooves them to act in their own best interest. "As I see it, you can do two things while maintaining control of the situation," He holds his hands out, as if weighing options. "Delay them as much as they have delayed you; as they quite literally in your court now, you have control over when the meetings take place. Frame it as a new monarch simply being oh so busy, and won't they please tarry and enjoy the bounty of our kingdom just a little longer? Let them stew, separately. Keep them apart to prevent collusion while in your territory, never let them see each other, and keep them watched, see just how well their stories match. Alternatively, kill one of them. Dream up some offense and have them executed in public, make it a big enough scandal and you might even break up this little alliance of theirs before they can bring it to bear against you.
"But that's just off the top of my head, your Majesty," he said plainly, tucking his hands back behind him as if he'd just suggested the lunch menu and not the convoluted torture and/or murder of foreign dignitaries.
She may not have known where he was looking but she could feel his eyes on her. Like a hawk, sharp and waiting for its prey to weaken. Or at least that’s how it felt, if she knew his thoughts lied elsewhere she surely wouldn’t have believed it.
When he finally spoke she tuned out her own thoughts to pay attention. Her focus slipping down to his mouth, watching them part as he spoke, imagining the way his puffy lips might fe…he spoke of executing and she shook her head, eyes flicking up to his to read his expression a chill running down her spine when she sees no remorse or disgust at the idea.
He’d said it like it’s just a matter of course, placing his hands back behind him and for a second she weighted her options.
“I should like to try to first option, delaying them and keeping them separate as much as possible,” she hums. Tapping at her chin once more. “Of course keeping an eye on them while they are is only just for our safety.”
"Frame it as being for their safety and they won't even really question it," he said with a one-shoulder shrug, eyes flicking down as she tapped her chin yet again. "It is likely the people they send will be skilled negotiators, but not impossible that they will underestimate you and assume a united front will force your hand. Remember, they need what we have, elsewise this would all be quite pointless. You have the upper hand, your Majesty, though they will try to make you think otherwise."
This time she caught the way his eyes lowered, and her eyebrow arched. Did she have something on her dress? She had wanted to look down, follow after his gaze, but the horrifying thought of there possibly being something there forced her not to. It would be just her luck to look unseemly in front of someone who possibly already thought her childish.
So instead, she lifted her head, drew her hand from between her breasts, and nodded. "I will be sure to keep that in mind," she assured him. She placed his advice in the back of her mind for later.
There is a moment when she looks at him, then to the balcony behind him. Now that her question had been answered, she had no reason to really stay, but she didn't quite want to leave yet. There were so few chances to catch him without someone else trailing behind her or someone needing their attention elsewhere.
Plus...it didn't hurt that he was quite handsome, and being this close to him made her want to reach out and touch him.
The thought made her face heat up, and she turned on the spot. "I-" she coughed, trying to hide her sudden stammer. "I am to believe you will also be attending court today?"
She could slap herself...of course, he was attending. He was her royal advisor. Where she was was where he would be. Especially on matters like these.
With age comes wisdom
(closed rp with @slyroyaladvisor)
Head high, chest out, one foot in front of the other. Keep your eyes forward. Smile. Wave. These were the thoughts that passed through Elicia's mind as she walked down the long corridor in search of her uncle.
The only one who didn't treat her like some child in need or a daft fool who knew nothing. No ulterior motives forcing his hand or corrupting craving steering his actions. Just a man who she knew sought nothing other than the status quo and maintaining that order...
And that was exactly what she needed now more than ever before the court was to begin.
Kendrick liked to think of himself as something of a simple man. The top was the top, the bottom the bottom, and so on. He wasn't exactly hard to please, and yet people kept fucking it up while trying to be creative, or over-ambitious.
His darling brother the late king for instance, may he rest in peace, married a noblewoman from afar, with skin as dark as night. And that sort of thing simply wasn't done. As a mistress, she would have been more than acceptable, provided he had taken a somewhat more... Local wife. But no, the King had been stubborn, and that was that. Kendrick had abided, of course, the king was the King and none were higher than he, but he didn't have to like it.
And now their mixture of a child was the Queen. He hadn't been very fond of that either, but he'd lost all claim to the ability to do anything about it when he'd very publicly recused himself from succession. He didn't want to be king, and right now that was the only thing he could possibly do to stop his niece from being Queen. And even then, he wouldn't.
Elicia was the rightful queen, the sole child of her father, and he would defend her and her title to the death if need be.
She was the top now, and she would remain the top.
And right now, she would find him in the balcony just off of her council room, leaning against the stone railing and watching some merchant's ship slowly slide out of the bay, more sails unfurling as it went.
In another life, he liked to think he would have been a ship's captain. Master of Order, for the betterment of all.
She was aware of his…dislike of her, having asked him when she was young if he did merely because of what she was. His answer then would most likely be the same now; whether or not he liked her was irrelevant.
What she was did nothing to stop her from becoming Queen, which meant it did nothing to stop him from helping her when needed.
Though it did make her want to kick him a few times. Not like she’d ever had the audacity as a child and most certainly couldn’t even dream of it now that she was Queen. She had an image to uphold.
Though as she rounded the corner and entered the double doors that led to the council room, spotting him through the archway standing against the balcony, the fleeting thought of pushing him over may or may not have tugged at her.
“Uncle,” she called out to him, making her way fully into the room and letting the doors slam shut behind her. “I am in need of your assistance.”
"And I am at your disposal, your Majesty," he said, pushing himself off of the railing and turning to face her with a deep bow. "How might I be of service?"
Despite his minor distaste, even he could admit the rumors of her beauty paled in comparison to her rather lovely visage. Truly, Moreau had a Queen of Beauty.
She didn’t really have to wait for his response. She knew what it would be, but she enjoyed the sight of him bowing. His rich tone like honey when he spoke. And that way in which he did…maybe she could forgive him sometimes for his short comings.
“Yes,” she says swallowing and nodding her head. “Rise.”
“There will be two foreign diplomats set to meet with me in hopes of finally securing an alliance after today’s court has concluded,” she begins, pacing as she spoke. One hand coming to cross along her midsection while the other nestled under her breast, arm slipping between the two so that she could tap at her chin. A quirk she’d been unable to break no matter how her teachers tried. “However, I fear that they have already allied with each other and are colluding against Moreau.”
“If only because I have offered many attempts at a treating and each have been shot down with the excuse of revisions,” she continues, her pacing slowing as she turns to her uncle. “And now I am being told that they are sending someone to speak directly to me? No warning, or proper etiquette of neither one? The bold insolence aside, it is too spontaneous of act to deem it as anything other than the two allying to look down on me and rule.”
She stopped pacing then. Her eyes narrowing. “Or so I think. What say you?”
And rise he does, holding his hands behind his back as she starts to pace, his only briefly going to her chest. It was impossible not to at least spare a glance, with how she stuffed her arm between her breasts to tap at her chin as she thought. The reason her tutors attempted to break that particular habit only became more apparent as she matured. Queen of Beauty indeed. But Kendrick was a man of priorities, so he kept his eyes on her pretty face and his ears open to her words.
"It's certainly not beyond the realm of reason," he says when it his turn. "There is definite insult in refusing your prior overtures and in simultaneously sending negotiators directly to your court now of all times, but it simply behooves them to act in their own best interest. "As I see it, you can do two things while maintaining control of the situation," He holds his hands out, as if weighing options. "Delay them as much as they have delayed you; as they quite literally in your court now, you have control over when the meetings take place. Frame it as a new monarch simply being oh so busy, and won't they please tarry and enjoy the bounty of our kingdom just a little longer? Let them stew, separately. Keep them apart to prevent collusion while in your territory, never let them see each other, and keep them watched, see just how well their stories match. Alternatively, kill one of them. Dream up some offense and have them executed in public, make it a big enough scandal and you might even break up this little alliance of theirs before they can bring it to bear against you.
"But that's just off the top of my head, your Majesty," he said plainly, tucking his hands back behind him as if he'd just suggested the lunch menu and not the convoluted torture and/or murder of foreign dignitaries.
She may not have known where he was looking but she could feel his eyes on her. Like a hawk, sharp and waiting for its prey to weaken. Or at least that’s how it felt, if she knew his thoughts lied elsewhere she surely wouldn’t have believed it.
When he finally spoke she tuned out her own thoughts to pay attention. Her focus slipping down to his mouth, watching them part as he spoke, imagining the way his puffy lips might fe…he spoke of executing and she shook her head, eyes flicking up to his to read his expression a chill running down her spine when she sees no remorse or disgust at the idea.
He’d said it like it’s just a matter of course, placing his hands back behind him and for a second she weighted her options.
“I should like to try to first option, delaying them and keeping them separate as much as possible,” she hums. Tapping at her chin once more. “Of course keeping an eye on them while they are is only just for our safety.”
With age comes wisdom
(closed rp with @slyroyaladvisor)
Head high, chest out, one foot in front of the other. Keep your eyes forward. Smile. Wave. These were the thoughts that passed through Elicia's mind as she walked down the long corridor in search of her uncle.
The only one who didn't treat her like some child in need or a daft fool who knew nothing. No ulterior motives forcing his hand or corrupting craving steering his actions. Just a man who she knew sought nothing other than the status quo and maintaining that order...
And that was exactly what she needed now more than ever before the court was to begin.
Kendrick liked to think of himself as something of a simple man. The top was the top, the bottom the bottom, and so on. He wasn't exactly hard to please, and yet people kept fucking it up while trying to be creative, or over-ambitious.
His darling brother the late king for instance, may he rest in peace, married a noblewoman from afar, with skin as dark as night. And that sort of thing simply wasn't done. As a mistress, she would have been more than acceptable, provided he had taken a somewhat more... Local wife. But no, the King had been stubborn, and that was that. Kendrick had abided, of course, the king was the King and none were higher than he, but he didn't have to like it.
And now their mixture of a child was the Queen. He hadn't been very fond of that either, but he'd lost all claim to the ability to do anything about it when he'd very publicly recused himself from succession. He didn't want to be king, and right now that was the only thing he could possibly do to stop his niece from being Queen. And even then, he wouldn't.
Elicia was the rightful queen, the sole child of her father, and he would defend her and her title to the death if need be.
She was the top now, and she would remain the top.
And right now, she would find him in the balcony just off of her council room, leaning against the stone railing and watching some merchant's ship slowly slide out of the bay, more sails unfurling as it went.
In another life, he liked to think he would have been a ship's captain. Master of Order, for the betterment of all.
She was aware of his…dislike of her, having asked him when she was young if he did merely because of what she was. His answer then would most likely be the same now; whether or not he liked her was irrelevant.
What she was did nothing to stop her from becoming Queen, which meant it did nothing to stop him from helping her when needed.
Though it did make her want to kick him a few times. Not like she’d ever had the audacity as a child and most certainly couldn’t even dream of it now that she was Queen. She had an image to uphold.
Though as she rounded the corner and entered the double doors that led to the council room, spotting him through the archway standing against the balcony, the fleeting thought of pushing him over may or may not have tugged at her.
“Uncle,” she called out to him, making her way fully into the room and letting the doors slam shut behind her. “I am in need of your assistance.”
"And I am at your disposal, your Majesty," he said, pushing himself off of the railing and turning to face her with a deep bow. "How might I be of service?"
Despite his minor distaste, even he could admit the rumors of her beauty paled in comparison to her rather lovely visage. Truly, Moreau had a Queen of Beauty.
She didn’t really have to wait for his response. She knew what it would be, but she enjoyed the sight of him bowing. His rich tone like honey when he spoke. And that way in which he did…maybe she could forgive him sometimes for his short comings.
“Yes,” she says swallowing and nodding her head. “Rise.”
“There will be two foreign diplomats set to meet with me in hopes of finally securing an alliance after today’s court has concluded,” she begins, pacing as she spoke. One hand coming to cross along her midsection while the other nestled under her breast, arm slipping between the two so that she could tap at her chin. A quirk she’d been unable to break no matter how her teachers tried. “However, I fear that they have already allied with each other and are colluding against Moreau.”
“If only because I have offered many attempts at a treating and each have been shot down with the excuse of revisions,” she continues, her pacing slowing as she turns to her uncle. “And now I am being told that they are sending someone to speak directly to me? No warning, or proper etiquette of neither one? The bold insolence aside, it is too spontaneous of act to deem it as anything other than the two allying to look down on me and rule.”
She stopped pacing then. Her eyes narrowing. “Or so I think. What say you?”
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With age comes wisdom
(closed rp with @slyroyaladvisor)
Head high, chest out, one foot in front of the other. Keep your eyes forward. Smile. Wave. These were the thoughts that passed through Elicia's mind as she walked down the long corridor in search of her uncle.
The only one who didn't treat her like some child in need or a daft fool who knew nothing. No ulterior motives forcing his hand or corrupting craving steering his actions. Just a man who she knew sought nothing other than the status quo and maintaining that order...
And that was exactly what she needed now more than ever before the court was to begin.
Kendrick liked to think of himself as something of a simple man. The top was the top, the bottom the bottom, and so on. He wasn't exactly hard to please, and yet people kept fucking it up while trying to be creative, or over-ambitious.
His darling brother the late king for instance, may he rest in peace, married a noblewoman from afar, with skin as dark as night. And that sort of thing simply wasn't done. As a mistress, she would have been more than acceptable, provided he had taken a somewhat more... Local wife. But no, the King had been stubborn, and that was that. Kendrick had abided, of course, the king was the King and none were higher than he, but he didn't have to like it.
And now their mixture of a child was the Queen. He hadn't been very fond of that either, but he'd lost all claim to the ability to do anything about it when he'd very publicly recused himself from succession. He didn't want to be king, and right now that was the only thing he could possibly do to stop his niece from being Queen. And even then, he wouldn't.
Elicia was the rightful queen, the sole child of her father, and he would defend her and her title to the death if need be.
She was the top now, and she would remain the top.
And right now, she would find him in the balcony just off of her council room, leaning against the stone railing and watching some merchant's ship slowly slide out of the bay, more sails unfurling as it went.
In another life, he liked to think he would have been a ship's captain. Master of Order, for the betterment of all.
She was aware of his…dislike of her, having asked him when she was young if he did merely because of what she was. His answer then would most likely be the same now; whether or not he liked her was irrelevant.
What she was did nothing to stop her from becoming Queen, which meant it did nothing to stop him from helping her when needed.
Though it did make her want to kick him a few times. Not like she’d ever had the audacity as a child and most certainly couldn’t even dream of it now that she was Queen. She had an image to uphold.
Though as she rounded the corner and entered the double doors that led to the council room, spotting him through the archway standing against the balcony, the fleeting thought of pushing him over may or may not have tugged at her.
“Uncle,” she called out to him, making her way fully into the room and letting the doors slam shut behind her. “I am in need of your assistance.”
With age comes wisdom
(closed rp with @slyroyaladvisor)
Head high, chest out, one foot in front of the other. Keep your eyes forward. Smile. Wave. These were the thoughts that passed through Elicia's mind as she walked down the long corridor in search of her uncle.
The only one who didn't treat her like some child in need or a daft fool who knew nothing. No ulterior motives forcing his hand or corrupting craving steering his actions. Just a man who she knew sought nothing other than the status quo and maintaining that order...
And that was exactly what she needed now more than ever before the court was to begin.
