Elizabeth Tudor (patrona) wrote in mandalus, @ 2013-06-07 03:52:00 |
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009 rose; video & action // swallow your heart
video ;
[ Elizabeth's still dressed in mourning, and she still doesn't smile. Gloriana is not loved for her happiness, after all. The news of Tony and Dean had only so made her heart even more bitter. She doesn't want to talk, not truly -- but she must. They had after all so reminded her of duty. It made her laughter cruel when they said it. So she would be a figure, not a woman. For no one but Gabriel had need of that. Somewhere behind her is the sound of horses, stamping and neighing.]
We have new guests, so I am told. [ her spies tell her much, but that is neither here nor there. ] I bid you welcome to this city. I am Elizabeth Tudor, the Queen of England, Ireland and France. Should you wish to refer to me, it is 'my lady', as I am not your sovereign, unless you should be English. As it stands however, I head the armies of this city. There is a place for you there, should battle be something you know. Merely contact me at your earliest convenience. There is work for you.
Even if the way you know how to fight is less savory... ah, I have just the place for you.
As to the rest of this current mess. [There is a dismissive snort.] There appears to be no malice to it this time. All the same, small groups of guards will be on patrol along the... oh what is your word for it? Battlements is not it. Latin is a much better language for this. Perimeter. That will do. Near where we have had trouble before, but as such, they have not found very much. I go with them, for awhile. King's rose into battle once, and so did Boudicca. [She walks through one door, catching reigns to one large black horse as it is tossed to her, the gauntlets on her hands shine in the half dark. But it's the short blade strapped to her hip over her long black skirts that seems out of sorts, Gabriel's blade, and her wedding present.]
God speed, and be kind to our visitors.
[ and the video cuts. ]
action ;
[ After that, Elizabeth is out where she said she would be, on the edges of the city for quite some time. Talking with the guards that rode with her, though they respected her need for silence as much and did not press her very much. Eventually the patrol came to an end, and she broke away from them, making her way through the back streets on her horse. The now fully grown tiger behind her that so much of her bitterness was connected to, snarled at anyone it didn't know who approached.
Every so often, when some stall caught her eye, she would dismount, the horses reigns in hand, and look at whatever it was. ]