Anne Boleyn (
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♔ cinq || a queen of england will be burned
[Micheletto]
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[Morgana]
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[Sherlock Holmes]
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[Spike Spiegel]
[/Spike Spiegel]
You will say nothing.
[/Micheletto]
[Morgana]
My lady.
[/Morgana]
[Sherlock Holmes]
The gospels preach forgiveness, and I would hold it out to you with my own hand. I so rarely offer a third chance, but scholars are much needed in any court. I know wit when I hear it.
If you offer your allegiance, not to England but to your temporary home and territory, then you will be gently handled and well paid for your sharp mind and sharper insights.
[/Sherlock Holmes]
[Spike Spiegel]
Do you, sir, desire for another attempt to win my favor and affections?
[/Spike Spiegel]
Anne Boleyn
Your Majesty. It is quite late are you having trouble sleeping?
Morgana
[ After all, if this is a dream, or if it is Hell, she does not need 'sleep' in any case. It is just an illusion. The nightmares that come with are nothing. She is going to make of this what she will, and nobody is going to stop her anymore. ]
And there are friends to talk with? I did not expect an answer until the light of day, however. Perhaps I should ask after your troubled nights, hm?
Anne Boleyn
[ Her nightmares, be they prophetic or otherwise, are a weakness that can be exploited if the wrong people knew of them. She will keep them close to her chest, hugged so tight that none will ever see unless she bids them. ]
Morgana
[ Anne would normally just command it (politely), but even in her current devil may care attitude, she understand enough of fear to respect Morgana's ownership of magic. Merlin had stricken that fear in her, it didn't matter which was which, and that is precisely why she goes to this woman instead of him. ]
Anne Boleyn
Of course.
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Though it is the middle of the night, she has not changed garb, still wearing her blood red velvet dress with even the ruby centered jewelry still shamelessly adorning her ears and neck, a gold tiara nestled around the coiled braid centered atop her head.
She waits, even if it is important to make it appear as if she has not been. Appearance always matters. ]
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Which makes her leaving easy once she escapes her bed and does her hair up in a simple braid that hands over her right shoulder. For a moment she thinks to wake him, her precious knight, only to decide against it and slip out like a ghost.
Her arrival is prompt, not that there was time put upon it, and she knocks on the door twice. Loud enough to be heard but soft enough that it does not stir the others in the hall. The door irritates her, she thinks she should simply let herself in but that is not the way to deal with queens. Or at the very least, it is not the way to deal with this queen. So she waits. ]
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Filter;
Must be something about royalty.]
How's your daughter?
Filter;
Why, how kene of you to inquire, bounty hunter. Elizabeth is precisely who I wish to discuss. But not through this trick of the fey, which has proven to everyone an unreliable medium.
You will come to my chambers just before dawn, when the meek stars rapidly begin to fade in readiness of the imminent sun's glory.
[ A teasing lilt accompanies this command in it's poetry. There is nothing wrong with an innocent jest. ]
The sixth floor. I expect you to wear your best.
Filter -> Action;
He also can't argue that talking in person is always a better choice than relying on the journals. That, and her tone has him at least humoring the possibility that she has an understanding of his particular skill set. (What else does he have to do, anyway? Nothing that can't be put off.)]
Fair enough. I'll see you then.
[It may be that he only owns one set of clothes that he overlooked her suggestion to dress for the meeting. He does well just to be at her door near her precise time. Turns out he can be punctual when something really has his curiosity, if not best interests.
Knocking twice, he waits to see.]
Action;
Enter.
[ And if he does, he'll find the front room has been arranged like an audience chamber, quite similar to Hampton Court's, even if the comparison might be lost on him. At any rate, the décor has a more feminine touch to it, with no shortage of fresh smelling bouquets wished from the castle and arranged in vases throughout the rooms.
Beyond the first is the actual sitting room with a fire going in the hearth, and it's there that Anne is seated at a small breakfast table by the window, a small book in one hand, and two plates of food set out, each including a fine portion of manchet bread, melon and orange slices, and strawberries. For drink on the stand near, there are pitchers of both wine and ale, not knowing what her guest might prefer.
Especially for Lent, Anne keeps her breakfasts especially light. Not to mention she has little appetite lately. ]
Action;
He takes a couple of sweeping glances around the room, making his own mental notes about the layout out of habit, before settling on Anne. So they're having breakfast together. That makes him wonder again what kind of dynamic he's supposed to be playing out here -- none of which shows on his face. He simply casually walks up, pulls his hands out of his pockets, and takes the seat he's assuming was left for him.]
I'm glad I came hungry. [Joking. Although he stops short of saying that he should have thought to place his order ahead of time.]
Action; DID YOU SLEEP???
Although she hardly expects him to bow, the woman's expression is stone-faced as Spike takes a seat and lets loose his quaint jest. She lets the moment stretch out in a pointedly uncomfortable silence before murmuring quietly, ]
Is that how you greet royalty? After being bestowed the honored invitation of breaking fast in their private chambers, no less?
[ Whether she's serious or joking, it might be impossible to tell with how deadpan her tone is, her eyes betraying nothing. She looks neither angry nor amused, and the flickering of the candles do much to play tricks with the light. ]
Action; Between those two tags...
Action; gj bro
Action; Tags with eyes closed...
Action;
Action;
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Her Royal Highness Queen Anne
What is there to say?
Micheletto
Nothing. Except that I am hungry, and you are awake. Bring me something to eat, if you are not otherwise occupied with the Lady Borgia who is, of course, not your mistress.
Apples.
HRH Queen Anne
I am presently unoccupied, Your Majesty. Shall I peel the apples before I bring them to you?
Micheletto
HRH Queen Anne
Micheletto
[ You can read right, because if not too bad you can open every door until you got hers. ]
You may enter at your own discretion. I will be in the sitting room. [ Which is past what she has sort of arranged into a makeshift throne room
see: Morgana. ]=> action
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[ Anne Boleyn ]
The comparison doesn't elicit warm feelings.]
You're very fond of that word. Allegiance.
[ Sherlock Holmes ]
[ Anne Boleyn ]
[He can count the number of people he's loyal to on one hand.]
Which is precisely why mine isn't for sale.
[ Sherlock Holmes ]
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