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[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.

Comments

[waterproofed]

Uhm, I'm sure England's a great place, but most of us don't live there. Just so you know.

[ensorceler]

That has already been made clear to me.

[ And thus null and void. ]

I would not hold it against those from abroad also swearing fealty. Better to me than a faceless castle, no?

[waterproofed]

No. I don't swear loyalty to anybody but my family.

[ensorceler]

[ Wow everyone just wants to piss her off, don't they? ]

Then what do you have to offer me but old news?

[waterproofed]

I don't know. What do you have to offer me?

[ensorceler]

Exactly what I have already stated, boy. Cease wasting my time.

[waterproofed]

Uh, yeah, your offer sucks.

[ensorceler]

[ SCREAM.

In her head. Out loud, she's speaking through her teeth, she's so mad. ]

What is your name?

[waterproofed]

Octavian. [hey there's a chance that weirdo might come; might as well make him as unlikeable as possible]

[ensorceler]

...The Roman?

[ Was she just mouthing off to an Emperor? He sure as shit doesn't talk like one. ]

[waterproofed]

Yeah, I'm a Roman. [well this is half true]

[ensorceler]

[ Mixed...feelings? Well that was before the Papacy, so... He's just a heathen, really.

Whatever. ]

The emperor?

[waterproofed]

If I say "yes", does that mean you'll lay off the fealty thing?

[ensorceler]

[ Anne is very good at sounding frigid while also being polite! Because seriously she doesn't know what to dooo! ]

I would never expect loyalty from a Roman, in any case, but much still depends on your answer. It is a grievous lie to state you are an emperor when you are not.

[waterproofed]

Well, then let's just stick with me being a Roman. That's enough responsibility for me.

[ensorceler]

[ SO FRUSTRATING, you twit! She just scoffs. ]

You're dismissed.

[waterproofed]

Aw, gee, you're too kind, your highness.