♔ douze || now i am indeed queen

[ensorceler]

[Allies & Friends]

Though it is not the way of things, mayhap that is why it will be entirely appropriate in this new realm. This is a prodigious day for myself; indeed for all of England. Whether or not you are loyal to the English crown and country, should you be loyal enough to me as a servant, an ally, or even a friend, I would welcome you to a simple supper I will be having to honor the day His Majesty the King bestowed upon me my crown. Should you choose to come, we will partake before dusk in the castle's own dining hall, where I am most apologetic to inform that no animals will be permitted within for the time being.

~ Anne Boleyn

[ She can't even say 'the day I was made Queen of England', or sign as Anne the Queen, alas her loss foiling everything for her. Regardless, anyone who she thinks is worth inviting will have an invitation delivered to them. ]

[/Allies & Friends]

[ ooc; If you aren't sure if your character would qualify, just PM me and I will say. Plus ones are welcome heck even party crashers are welcome. HERE is the thread for the supper (pile onto character threads/threadjack ahoy)! Elizabeth will be missing, which Anne will investigate afterward. :( ]

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[ensorceler]

[ Ex...cuse you. Anne will of course take notice of a party crasher, and even when hobbled by a crutch she still stands as tall as she's able once she makes her way over. If she has to fear an intruder, she can always sic Kalinda or James on him, but then she notices the hook.

A child could have made the deduction. ]

Captain...Hook. I was not made aware that you were considered one of Princess Emma's household. Do you act as her guard?

[unhand]

[As though Emma needs a guard. He shakes his head, turning towards her.] I'm a friend. [He looks her up and down, then grins, sweeping out his good hand as he gives a shallow bow.] It's a pleasure to meet you in person, Your Majesty.

[What? He can be a gentleman as charming as any born with noble blood if he chooses to be.]

[ensorceler]

[ The look doesn't go unnoticed, but it's one she's accustomed to; even expects. And if the bow is shallow, at least it's one at all. Even the uninvited have more manners than some who received formal invitations, sadly. Arya.

Simply because it's expected of her, or maybe it's just an experiment in how far he'll play, Anne releases her crutch long enough to hold out her right hand, which has only one amethyst and diamond ring on it today. ]

I bid you welcome, then, and must apologize for my own folly, as any friend of such a beautiful and gracious royal ally must indeed be a friend of mine and His Majesty, were he only here, God bless his soul. [ The lightest bow of her head and curtsy accompanies the practiced, though no less heartfelt line. ] You will receive proper invitation in the next event.

[unhand]

[He catches her hand in his right hand and presses his lips to her knuckles, glancing up at her with dark, kohl lined eyes before letting her go.]

No offense taken, of course. I do enjoy a lavish feast.

[ensorceler]

[ He dresses and accessorizes a lot like an artist, one of the more flamboyant ones she might have once found at the Austrian or French court. It's almost nostalgic.

But having a good memory is a double-edged sword. ]

Even one prepared by naught but a 'tavern wench'?

[unhand]

[Oho, she remembered. Hook isn't really one to apologize though, so instead he winks at her.]

I've known more tavern wenches that can cook a decent feast than queens who could so much as fry an egg.

[ensorceler]

[ She doesn't look pleased by the response, but doesn't sic either of the guards on him at least. After a poignant pause to express her dissatisfaction, assuming he doesn't care but still needing (and wishing) to do so, she finally responds with the barest hint of a forced smile. ]

Did we not already agree that queens are not all the same?

[unhand]

[If her clear displeasure bothers him, he doesn't show it. He just continues to smirk infuriatingly.]

Aye. But then we might also conclude that neither are all tavern wenches.

[ensorceler]

[ It's hardly the flirting that bothers her, just that it follows such an insult when a queen apologized first. Still, she already said he was welcome. If she can tolerate the wolves (just barely), she can tolerate a pirate. ]

But I am not one. I bid you not to make the same mistake again.

[unhand]

Don't worry, lass, I've no intention of forgetting.

[Though he has a feeling she'll be even slower to forget the slight. Queens.]

[ensorceler]

Another mistake. I am no lass of yours. Do you enjoy making me repeat myself?

[unhand]

Didn't say you were my lass. But you are a lass, are you not? I presume you've got all the requisite bits.

[ensorceler]

[ Anne scoffs with a shake of her head. ]

Too crude for a supper that nourishes children. I bid you strive harder to watch your words while you are at this table, and mayhap I will invite you once more to dine with me.