#ᴀ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ ᴡᴏʀɴ ɪs ᴏғᴛᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴠɪᴇsᴛ ( 002 )

[bxrnqueen]

@threecardtrick

There is a very audible sigh, she listens to the privy as they bicker back and forth on what would be the best option for the war, all she can think of is how costly it would be. They pressure her and she pushes back, the war grows and continues to rage. She would curse her father for leaving her with such a state of war, but even she did not have the heart to soil his good name. “Please.” She finally speaks, sapphire hues staring at each one of them. “All I am hearing is tactics that won’t work and will cost more money than is needed. We need to stop the advance at the borders before France gains anymore land and I would like to hear the most cost-effective plan of action and I do not want to hear any excuses.” A single brow arches, she grew more than tired of hearing excuses and not moving forward.

“Cromwell.” Her eyes turn towards him, if anyone, she knew that if anyone could figure out where the best money would be used, it would be him. “I would like you hear your opinion on the matter.”  She expected the side-ways looks she had received from the men in the room, but her word would be final. “These proposals, the men in this room are providing, a full scale attack at our borders… it seems to be costly... would you agree with them or would you propose a different tactic?”

[bxrnqueen]

@ananyzapata from [ x ]

         “One the people of England see the one true religion returned and the graces of Rome return… they will understand the late king had been wrong.” She wished no ill will towards her father, but there had been a war at her front door and she needed to end it. “There is something you can do for me.” She explained as she reached into a nearby drawer for a letter she had written the night before. “I need you to take this letter, guard it with all you have, to the Duke of Suffolk.” Holding the letter out to him, she offered him a small smile. “I will be in need of his assistance… I will take to the battlefield myself to speak to the men holding the borders. I will need both yourself and the Duke by my side.”

[bxrnqueen]

"Mary..." Avery says, "If a tall blonde man asks for or about me, please tell him that... I'm not here, lie, say I fell off a cliff, something. But, don't say I'm here."

      A soft chuckle passes rosette lips. “Avery... what have you done?” She questions the other before glancing around to see if any other has come near. “I may have to hide you in the backroom, I hear foot steps coming near.” She teases. 

[bxrnqueen]

@ladycatherinegordon

He had been welcomed with the graces of good health, and she was happy, though her king needed to leave only months after his birth. However, Mary was glad to have one person by her side. Catherine. She had been by her side since they were young and well into her rise as Queen of England. Nickolas was more than a surprise to her. She only figured the troubles of birth that plagued her mother and father had been passed onto her as well. Of course, without hesitation Catherine was named God-mother of the Prince of Wale, of the heir to the throne of England. Mary able to do what her father hadn’t by producing a male heir had quickly grown in favor of the English people who had been weary of a woman taking the place of a king.  

She like her husband had feared that he would not make it passed infancy, yet so far, he proven to be as strong as his Spanish blood had been. Unlike the monarchs before her, she took on the role of mother just as her own mother had, deciding that she wanted to spend the time raising her own child, rather than for someone else to do it for her and with Catherine’s help, it became an almost easy task. Mary, with every trust in the world in Catherine would only allow her to be alone with her son, it was an irrational fear and she knew it, but she had already lost far too much, and the thought of losing her only child added to that fear.

With her son in her arms, she paced lightly back and forth trying to get the infant to sleep, he’d been far too fussy throughout the morning, her gaze shifting to Catherine. “He refuses to sleep… perhaps he knows his father is not here…” It had been a few months since he had left, the war being kept away from England. For that she was grateful but she feared losing him and far too many men. “Is it foolish to be so worried? I have not heard from him in nearly a fortnight… if something were to happen—” Of course she didn’t want to finish her own thoughts on the matter, she didn’t want to make herself sick with worry.

“What am I to do?” She of course knowing there was nothing she could do aside from waiting. “Catherine… what if he… doesn’t return?” She had ruled England alone before the marriage, but she was unsure of raising a child alone while ruling an entire Kingdom, it wasn’t what the monarchs before her had done, it wasn’t what her parents had done either.

[bxrnqueen]

@astriicus // Philip of Bavaria

Long had the days seemed to pass, winter was quickly approaching as well as the winter festival that she herself had come up with. Her court seemed happy about it and Anne, her head of household had requested a member of her family to attend and of course Mary was happy to allow it. Anne of Cleaves so sweet and kind, was like a mother and guardian to her since she had spent her years ruling over England alone. She fought the French and healed wounds with Rome and Spain. It had taken long years to reconnect with family she had long been lost too and now her trade routes were set. Request from Germany however came when France had set their sights on the other country.  She wasn’t sure who they were sending to talk of negotiations but she would deal with it once the festival was over.

It was to be a masquerade ball and as she looked over those in masks who circled around the great hall, her eyes set on a man with a mask of black. The design was near identical to her own aside from the silver tone hers held and the golden butterfly attached to it’s top above her left brow. Cerulean hues watched him closely, she stood, a dress the color of pomegranate seeds flowed perfect around her, she glanced quickly to Anne before leaving her throne and descending the few steps that lead to the crowd. The mask concealed her identity from those who had just arrived and he was one of them. She wondered how it was that their masks were nearly the same.

“Your mask… it is nearly identical to my own… many would believe it is a conspiracy to gain favor.” She says, as others move around her and to the music that flowed perfectly. “Persephone, a favorite of the Greeks, queen of their darkest nightmares… death. Hades… King beside her and yet, bows only to her.” She chuckles lightly, intrigued by his choice of mask and her own curiosity running nearly wild within her own thoughts. “Not many would come to the Queens festival wearing such a dark reference… she may not like it.” A play of words, she knew how to use them well. Learned from her tutors growing and her years ruling over England.

She did not recognize the features the mask did not hide, he was a stranger perhaps, but she held no fear, her guards were nearby. “Have you visited this court before?” She questions, without revealing that it is her court. Perhaps this is the one Anne has invited, or a quest of one of her courtiers. “Forgive my curiosity, it’s not often a new face is seen in the Queen’s court.”

[bxrnqueen]

“Stop acting like you care”

Bitter Sentence Starters // accepting // ft. @astatheloner

“That is a very broad statement... why would I not care?”

[bxrnqueen]

❝ How did you know that I wouldn’t betray you? ❞

MEDICI STARTERS // ft. @drdumaurier // accepting

             “I didn’t.” simply stated, cerulean hues linger for only amoment before moving to the two knights standing in either corner of the room.Mary knew that there had been a possibility that the other could have beencaught in the wisps of betrayal, but she too needed to place her trust in thethin line of trust that had been formed over the passing months of theirmeetings. A single brow arched almost perfectly and a tilt of her head isgiven. “What would one gain in betrayal? A few short months of trust from the peoplebefore they realize that the person they worship is nothing more than fraudulent?In either case, war is not something either of us are in need or nor want of. BETRAYAL on either side would lead to afew years of devastation and war, death of the people and possibly those wecare for… why would anyone wish or attempt for such fate?”

[bxrnqueen]

’ Majesty, when was I ever unwell enough not to serve you? ’

THE TUDORS SENTENCE STARTERS - [ft @ladycatherinegordon ] [ accepting ]

        “Never…”words are spoken softly and with a gentle tone. It was true, Catherine hasnever been unwell or at least that she has ever been told. Mary thinks back towhen she herself had been sick long ago. “You served my mother well and I fear…that if you were to fall ill, that you too will be gone.” She didn’t want tolose anyone else, not when so much has already been taken from her. “I—don’twant to lose you like I have lost them, Catherine.” She doesn’t look up, handsremain still in her lap. “I would ask of you to promise you will never leave,but even I know that such a thing isn’t possible.”  

[bxrnqueen]

“Just be careful.”

protector / protectee starters //ft. @williamoforange // accepting 

            “What more can theypossibly do?” She questions quietly as the men file into the room. The tensionwas evident and only mere moments away from spitting words that may begin awar. “They have threatened us for far too long, they hope that we will simplyaccept their terms… I refuse to allow them such delight.” She glances towardsthe men in the room now, a sigh passing her lips. “It is either them or us,William, I rather see them fall than watch my people suffer.” She felt stronglyin her choice, she would wage war rather than allow her people to suffer. “Strengthin numbers…”

[bxrnqueen]

@ashensolitude

The day repeats in her mind, over and over. The casket drawn but horses draped in black and eyes covered to the world. Beside her Anne sat as they watched the people of England mourn the loss of a king fallen in battle. She can hear her own voice echoing, begging him to not go. Though she knew that he had a duty to England, just as she had.  The bells rang loudly as tiny hands clutched tightly to her her side, hidden from the winter cold in the fur of her coat. A slight smile touches her lips as a glance down produces bright blue eyes staring back up at her. He had no knowledge or understanding of what was going on, too young to know that the world had lost a great man.

Her thoughts return to her, and she stands before her own privy, debating the tension among England and Spain. Her own flesh and blood fighting for a stake in the country she has fought to grow stronger. A brow raises and she sighs heavily, her mind on other things as they argued the cause back and forth. “We rest for now… until they give reason to cause worry, we shan’t bother to allow them the satisfaction of an argument amongst a privy. Gentlemen, we have festivities tonight, welcoming guest from Germany… ready yourselves.” A gentle smile touches her lips as she excuses her privy, she herself standing t leave the room and meet with Anne in the hall. It was Anne that her father showed interest in after her mother’s death but it was also Anne who had been beside her during the birth of Nicholas, and at her husband’s funeral.

“There is much to do before the night. This is his first attendance at court festivities. Of course, many would argue that the age of three is quite young, I am sure he will do just fine.” Her cerulean gaze falls to Anne, the only one she trusts with the care of her son, the only she would allow to be beside her in times of great need. “I wish for him to wear red, to stand out for all to see the Prince of Wales and heir to the throne.  I also want you to be there… and I will not take no for an answer.” Her lips curve with her words as she makes her way down the hall, a tiny voice calling for his mother drawing her attention. A splitting image of her in smaller form breaks from his charge and sprinted down the hall when she knelled down accepting her young prince into her arms.

She smiles only to continue her path down the hall way, Nicholas quietly sitting against her hip. “I hear there is a Duke visiting… perhaps you and he…” a soft chuckle formed over lips, a sideways glance of cerulean hues given to Anne. “Only if you wish to take part of course, there will be much to do before then. I do believe a rest is in order for a certain prince before he takes on the biggest night of his young life, what do you think, Anne?”

[bxrnqueen]

"But there is fear in your eyes."

The White Princess Quotes - [ ft. @williamoforange ] [ accepting ]

            A single auburn brow arches, her cerulean hues glancing awayand towards the fire before returning to him. “Would you not hold fear in yourheart, when war lingers on your doorstep?” She asks, dealings with France weretension filled, she knew what was to come and she felt powerless to stop it. “Fearis what fuels the fire to win, to fight for what is left and lingers after a kinghad gone mad… endangering his very people out of sheer paranoia. There is nofixing an impending war.”  

[bxrnqueen]

@selfcentred​ [ Cont. x ]

           She was right, Mary knew this. She was still struggling with the fact that she held power over those who once were so quick to judge her and make it known they could do as they please. Her father had been mad, but she was clear in thought. “You are more than right, perhaps I only forget when it is most necessary to remember that I stand where my father once stood.” Cerulean hues raise to Kenna. “I would be so lost at times if you weren’t here to help me along, Kenna.”

[bxrnqueen]

@ofdarkmagic

Her realm, like much of the rest of the lands had been touched by the curse that had taken her to some other world. Things were different here, unlike the world she had ruled over, she was trapped in some strange town and with her memories replaced she felt so lost. It seemed that with her memory taken, the life she lived had seemed much easier. Her ladies and her council had been with her, but the whereabouts of the rest of her realm were unknown. She only hoped that not all had been touched by what felt to be the most devastating thing to happen to her since the loss of her parents.

She however, was glad her mother and father wouldn’t have to suffer through the very thing she was. Rumor had it, there was one man in town who knew more than most, who held the possessions of those, even when their memories were lost. Mary however hoped that he held her mother’s rosary, it was her most prized possession. Without it, she felt there was no connection to her mother, nothing left for her to help hold on to the memories of a life that had once been. The bell above her head rang with an almost uneasy tone that accompanied her as she walked through the door. She wasn’t there to pay her rent like many others, she was there for what was her. “Gold.” She speaks his name as she walks up to the counter, a glance given to see if she could find what she had come seeking. “Where are you Gold?!”

[bxrnqueen]

’ Your Majesty… he’s French! ’

THE TUDORS SENTENCE STARTERS - [ft @ladycatherinegordon ] [ accepting ]

         Chuckles leaving her she shook her head lightly at herchildhood friend. “Is that so?” Mary spoke through chuckles, brows raising in amanner of teasing Catherine. “If I didn’t know any better… I would say youfancy this one?” There is a chuckle that follows her words, her cerulean gazesettled back on the dancers in the center of the room. The French had beenvisiting as Mary attempted to fix the harm caused by her father in his madness.“Catherine…” She calls the other as her a sideways glance is given. “Why don’tyou go introduce yourself and take part in the festivities… I’ll be fine.”

[bxrnqueen]

@ladycatherinegordon  [ Cont. ]\

            There is a slight shake in her head, a sigh is given before pouring the warmest of teas in a cup for Catherine. “Am I not my mother’s d a u g h t e r?” Words asked with a smirk as she sets the drink down on the small table for the other. “There is no need to thank me, my title may have changed, but I have not.” She offers sitting across from the other. The snow outside had given the coldest of warnings that winter was indeed taking England by storm. She h o p e d silently the season harvest was enough to take care of the entirety of England and her people.

            “I wish only for you to rest, allow the others to take care of you as well. You cannot keep going like this Catherine, my mother would not allow it, nor would I.” Cerulean hues remained on the woman, Mary rather she rest than to work herself beyond the point of return. “Have one of the others take your place until you are well, I will call for someone if need be. I am concerned that you will work yourself beyond the point of returning to perfect health.”

[bxrnqueen]

“What are your nightmares about?”

Nightmares [ ft. @ladycatherinegordon ] [ accepting ]

      A gentle sighpasses her lips, gaze cast down at the question. No one has ever asked whathaunts her dreams, she wasn’t sure if she could truly answer it either. “Mymother… her distant gaze…” Her wordsare soft, hardly above a whisper, soon after cerulean hues rise to the other. “Inher eyes, the reflection of fire and war play out, my father’s d e m i s e … brings an uprising toEngland and there is nothing I can do to stop it.”