♔ trois || fool unmade

[ensorceler]

[Elizabeth Tudor]

Elizabeth, you are no child, and so I will not treat you as such. You have married a King of England, and if this is true, I will meet him at once.

[/Elizabeth Tudor]

[ She's already had her shrieking fit off camera, so by now she's become more composed and willing to socialize again. Sort of. She dictates the following with tight-lipped composure; ]

I find it difficult to grasp the notion that none noticed by absence. Truly, I am horrified still at what transgressed, having had to depend on a strange but noble woman for escort, only to return and find none the wiser.

This must cease. This... This mockery of a castle is nothing more than a small child dressing itself up in empty purpose. Any fey who might try such nonsense on me again will rue it. Think you that I am the weaker for not having my lord husband at my side? That is a dangerous mistake to make.

If none other will hold court here, then I will take up that role as Regent, and breathe purpose into the very walls. Any who have or would swear fealty to England, I would have a renewal of your vows. If you do not already know the name Anne Boleyn, you will know it soon, and know it well.

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[untilmydarknessgoes]

Someone's got an ego. And it sounds a little bruised.

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[ensorceler]

[ Hard to deny that! But the attitude is beyond vexing. ]

If you have nothing of import to offer, I suggest you excuse yourself.

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[untilmydarknessgoes]

Translation? "You're completely right! How did you know?"

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[ensorceler]

And I suppose you have no qualms with being used like a puppet, then?

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[untilmydarknessgoes]

Of course I do. I just don't get all haughty about it.

[...Um, yes you do, Damon. You just tend to be less words and more action.]

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[ensorceler]

[ Expecting a queen not to be haughty? Seriously? ]

How grateful I am, then, that we have nothing in common.

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[untilmydarknessgoes]

You and me both, sweetheart.

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[ensorceler]

I am not your sweetheart!

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[untilmydarknessgoes]

You're just making it too easy, sweetheart.

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[ensorceler]

You will cease!

[ NO ONLY HER HUSBAND CALLS HER THAT! ]

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[untilmydarknessgoes]

Or else...?

[LET'S SEE HIM DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT, ANNE.]

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[ensorceler]

Or else I will have your tongue removed from your person.

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[untilmydarknessgoes]

You promising to do it yourself?

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[ensorceler]

And dirty my hands with your tainted blood? I think not. There are people for that.

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[untilmydarknessgoes]

And now you're just stomping all over my heart.

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[ensorceler]

Keep spouting your insolence, and I will remove your heart as well. What is your name?

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[untilmydarknessgoes]

Promises, promises.

Damon Salvatore.

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[ensorceler]

[ An Italian. It figures. But... ]

Your accent is not as it should be. Did you abandon your country? I would not be surprised. Savior, indeed...

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[untilmydarknessgoes]

What, Italy? No, I wasn't even born there.

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[ensorceler]

Where were you born?

[ Not like she cares. She just needed his name to add to her LIST, but the more information the better, supposedly. ]

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[untilmydarknessgoes]

In another country.

[Yeah, about that...]

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[ensorceler]

[ A huff of disgust. Won't even answer a simple question... Suspicious! ]

Your insolence knows no quarter. Begone before I truly lose my patience.

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[untilmydarknessgoes]

Ooh, sexy.

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[ensorceler]

[ A scoff, and she closes her journal to go...kick some things. And pin her list on her wall. B| ]