[011]; where you invest your love, you invest your life

[commandsthewind]

( closed; )

[ open; dictated]

I am myself again. Forgive me my childishness, the girl I once was. I suppose we were all young at some time, nay?

Which my naivety of youth aside, you are to continue call me Your Majesty, Queen Elizabeth Tudor, the Virgin Queen.

My thanks.

[ Elizabeth clears her throat, determined to speak detachedly from the world around her. She is the forger of Empires, and if she wills this crippling hurt away, so she will be stand tall. She needed that space to keep them away. She was not to be the same as them, not now, not ever. ]

That aside, I have... graver news than that. Like so many before him, Merlin, loyal servant of Kings of England, most especially Arthur Pendragon... and my dear friend, has left this place.

God keep him as best He can. Grant him the peace he deserves.

[ / ]

( Morgana Pendragon; )

( Anny Boleyn; )

( Arya Stark; )

(no subject)

[willrememberthat]

( Gwaine )

[5]

[savethedarkness]

[after the frivolity and liveliness of the May Day ball, M's found herself in need of some quiet downtime.... and a need to review all of the information James brought back. she'd read his nightly reports from the expedition, but now that he's back, there's a need for the Big Picture - to look at it all together and see if there's any sort of thread running through it all.

she brings his notes and the others she gleaned from the journals to the library, and is about to settle into a chair with her tea - care of Frodo, who she's been meeting in the kitchen most mornings out of habit and mutual routine - when she notices an orange packet sitting on the table where she was about to set the saucer]

U.N -- wait.

[that looks familiar. she flips open her journal]

[Any Residents Who Belong To The UNSC]

I'm afraid I only know one of you, but there's an envelope here in the library labeled UNSC, and it's sealed. It looks quite confidential, and I'm not about to touch something that's not mine. You can come and collect it, it's in the military section. I'll make sure no one else spirits it away until you arrive.

Thirty-First House of Westeros ♛ Dictated

[songsandstories]

Today has marked one year since I first arrived in this place. [It has been a time here. Though now she feels just as confused as she did when she arrived. A year of pretending, of trying to figure out who Alayne is and what to do without Baelish. She has managed to stay safe, despite two Lannisters appearing.

There's a long pause.]

I wonder if I should ever see home again. [She means Winterfell even if it has been sacked.]

I miss my family. [An admission mayhaps? But she means Bran and Rickon. And her father. She misses Jon as well. She hopes he is at least safe at the Wall. He has always been brave as well. She thought of him often as being considered a bastard now.] Even in a castle full of people, one can still be lonely.

01 axe throw

[mom_ler]

[Should anyone be keeping an eye on the castle's corridors, they would see a neatly-dressed lady with a denim skirt and a somewhat impressive hairdo skulking along them looking pretty lost. By the way she keeps poking irritably at the décor and looking down her nose at the flagstones and carpets and putting her hands on her hips to cast a snooty look at some of the doors, it can be assumed she's not very impressed by the sudden change of scenery. When she speaks, it's in a nasal Southern tone that suggests she's not used to being kept waiting.]

Hello? If this is a kidnappin', you're doin' a darn poor job of it! Someone get me on the first taxi home pronto or I'll...

[She trails off, and steps out into the room that hosts the castle's pool.]

Huh. I should get me one o' these.

[Aaand it occurs to her how good the acoustics are in here. God help us all.]

Hello!? Damsel in distress! Someone's got a lot of explainin' to do, y'hear!

♔ neuf || in a puff of smoke

[ensorceler]

[ Dictated; Someone is seriously hungover. ]

I would give anything to the first soul who brings me a remedy for this ailment.

The Story of The Believer

[unvarnished]

( Filtered to Friends of Henry Mills )