♔ cinq || a queen of england will be burned

[ensorceler]

[Micheletto]

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]

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Micheletto

[ensorceler]

Yes, but you may slice them here.

HRH Queen Anne

[ex_garroter234]

As you wish. Where shall I go?

Micheletto

[ensorceler]

My chambers are on the sixth floor.

[ 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. ]

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[ex_garroter234]

[He doesn't bother answering, just closes the book and finds his way to her floor. He can, in fact, read -- why does everyone think he's illiterate!!! -- and finds her quarters in no time.

Even if she granted him open access, he still knocks on the doorframe before slipping inside. He is carrying a cloth full of apples in one hand.]

Your Majesty.

[ensorceler]

[ She is in the larger room just beyond, lounging on the daybed still in the red velvet dress and gold tiara nestled around the coiled braid centered atop her head. Maybe she should have been waiting on her throne for a proper audience, but there is nothing proper about anything related to Micheletto, really.

When she hears his voice, Anne looks up with the smallest of smiles as she slides her feet from the bench and moves to stand, setting the journal aside and holding out her hand. ]

Micheletto. You are prompt.

[ex_garroter234]

[He bows when she acknowledges him, moving closer. He's never really interacted with royalty -- the closest would be the Cardinal Borgia, but their relationship was anything but conventional -- so he doesn't immediately get why she is holding her hand out.

Does she... want the apples, or...]

As I said, I was unoccupied.

[ensorceler]

So convenient.

[ His staring gets a cross between a sigh and a chuckle of amusement as she drops her hand away and steps closer. Nobody seems to know what to do with royalty around here, it's upsetting. But she's so used to it now, and at least he gets most things right. ]

You should give a kiss when the hand of royalty is offered.

[ You know, like the Pope! But you don't need to kiss her feet (although she wouldn't complain). But now she's leaning forward instead of offering her hand out. Missed that boat! ]

[ex_garroter234]

[Like he kisses the Pope's hand! No, the Pope barely recognises his existence -- he'd never be allowed that close, you know.

Micheletto makes a quiet noise of understanding; he'll remember it for next time.]

My apologies, Your Majesty.

[He stays where he is, glancing around.] And where shall I place the apples?

[ensorceler]

[ Rude.

She shrugs and turns back to the padded bench beside the window, gesturing in the direction of a big decorative bowl standing next to a vase and between two chairs that are angled towards the lively fire in the hearth. ]

There, I suppose. You said you would slice me one.

[ Sitting, she drapes stretches her legs out to lounge while watching him. ]

But I did not just bring you here for fruit. I would ask you a question, friend.

[ex_garroter234]

[He does as he's told, moving to the bowl and depositing the apples there. He does pick one up though, producing a knife from somewhere and beginning to cut into the fruit's flesh.

He doesn't look up from his task, though he does raise his eyebrows in question.]

Your Majesty?

[ensorceler]

If someone were to insult and mock your master, not once but twice, and most brazenly in fact, even after he has offered forgiveness and status...

What would he then do?

[ex_garroter234]

[He pauses before he responds. It's equally possible he's thinking about the answer or just really focussing on cutting this apple.]

I do not presume to know what my master would do in any situation.

[ensorceler]

Then...

[ She leans across the table, practically draping as she rests her cheek against her arms and watches, like it's actually entertaining. ]

What would he have you do?

[ex_garroter234]

[For what it's worth, he's really good at cutting this apple.

Casually:] Make it so this man does not speak again.

[ensorceler]

Only speech, or breath itself?

[ex_garroter234]

[He pauses, setting a sliced apple aside delicately before taking up a new one and working on it as well.]

To not speak against him again.

[So, he's not going to answer that question.]

[ensorceler]

[ It really is too bad there's no use in killing anyone here.

She reaches to pick up a slice, crunching off the end and looking back to gaze out the window, musing out loud. ]

His tongue so that he cannot speak. His thumbs so that he cannot write...