#muse: relta

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⛓Joscelin for Relta?

@xxofloveandlossxx // Joscelin x Relta, arranged marriage verse

Relta adjusted her veil casually as she walked down the aisle, being “given away” by her younger brother, Prince Alastair. This marriage was to solidify an alliance between Lunaruz and Joscelin’s people, as Relta was heir to Lunaruz’s throne and “needed” a husband, supposedly.

Looking up at her future husband, she bowed to him, then stood as tall as she could with perfect posture. “An honor,” she informed him as she held out her hands for him to hold before the High Priestess of Queen Hera and a High Priest of Lady Aphrodite Areia.

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Open Starter to anyone Muse: Relta V: Phoenix Queen or V: Lionhearted

“They tell me love is irrelevant, that royalty doesn’t get to fall in love,” Relta told her companion, looking up at them from where she was sitting down. “Do you believe not all are allowed to find love? That it’s limited by class?” She inquired, curious as to what they’d say.

Standing up, she turned to pour them both cups of tea. “Try this,” she offered a cup, not having done anything different to either of the cups of tea. She was an honest woman, usually, and one who wouldn’t act against someone unless in self-defense.

“I find tea soothing,” she confessed as she sat back down, nursing her own cup of steaming tea, enjoying it rather hot. “I drink it with honey after I give speeches,” she added, the honey soothing to her throat after giving rallying speech.

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i'm not sure if i'm doing this right. - @ofravensandseas (college verse)

@fantasiesandfolklore //@ofravensandseas

“Worry not,” Relta assured Alois, the two having decided to exclusively speak in French, except during times she helped the man with practicing his English so he could master the accent.

She held his hand and put it on her waist, moving the other into position once the first was at the right location. “The music makes us know what we are to do, no?” She pointed out, smiling up at him with a sparkle in her eyes.

She was helping him with a mandatory “vintage” dance course they’d both decided to take as electives.

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Relta core

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Open Starter — Muse: Relta V: Phoenix Queen

“Yes, I’ve felt such feelings for someone else, but…” the to-be queen trained off, Relta tossing her long, auburn locks over her shoulder as she looked over it at her companion. “I cannot allow myself to fall in love,” Relta stated bluntly, turning back to the window and gazing out it.

Relta sighed, gripping the windowsill until her knuckles went white. “What if I find someone and cannot give them what they deserve?” She asked, not sure if she wanted them to answer her or not as the answer likely wasn’t one she wanted to hear. “I won’t say I’m in love,” Relta insisted.

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@luposcainus

Hercules (1997) Dir. Ron Clements And John Musker

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Feeling Sir Guy && Relta. Like for something short starter, or send me memes for them!

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@blackarrcw // Guy & Relta // V: Lionhearted

“Is he so familiar that you call me by his name?” Relta inquiring, raising a brow at Sir Guy of Gisborne, having heard him mutter the King of England’s name. Robin had warned the illegitimate daughter of King Richard the Lionhearted that Guy had been in the Holy Land when he was, and knew what the king looked like.

“Or am I simply reminding you of him?” She added, cocking her head at the tall man, looking up at him without fear. A dagger as up her sleeve, ready to be slid down it in a moment if Guy took a wrong step. She was loyal to her father to a fault.

Pulling her hair short with the hand not concealing the blade and lowering her voice, she decided to toy with the man. “I look too much like him for someone who has seen him to deny it,” she noted in the lowered voice, mimicking her father’s masculine traits to Guy. She was daring him to attack her, to raise a blade to her.

Granted, if he was smart — smarter than Robin Hood gave him credit for — he’d know she was more valuable alive, regardless of who her mother was. She didn’t fear kidnapping, but perhaps she should, as Guy wasn’t as stupid as Robin and crew made him out to be.

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@sprigdragonheirs // Hunter (Medieval/Selkie AU) & Relta (Phoenix Queen)

Relta was walking by the lake’s edge, noticing something, someone?, large swimming in the water near the other side of the bank. “Hello?” the Queen called out, “is someone there?” She had weapons hidden on her person, not to forget her abilities.

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The Great 3x02 // 3x04

and you mine and you me 🫶

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you have to take charge of your own destiny.

@fallesto — Daenerys Stormborn & Phoenix Queen Relta

“It is an honor to meet you, Queen Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen,” Relta curtsied to the other woman, offering a warm smile with rouge covered lips. “I have heard legends of your achievements, or rather stories for they seem true,” she added, taking Daenerys’s hand and kissing her ring out of respect.

“Anyone willing to stop enslavement has a chance to have Lunaruz backing their claim for the Iron Throne, as I was told it is called,” Relta explained, being both diplomat and crown princess of her own kingdom. “I consider that being an action to take charge of your own destiny. It seems you live your advice,” she praised Daenerys, “I should do the same.”

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V: Queen of Ashes — Vilified Phoenix Queen Verse Info [Part II of II]

[Continuing from here]

In the thirtieth year of Relta’s reign, at age 55 but appearing around 30 still, and her living daughter’s twentieth year, Relta’s daughter brought an undead army up against Relta, being a powerful necromancer like her deceased aunt. Relta, unable to cut down the number of soldiers in this undead army, had to surrender to her daughter

Fennel, Relta’s only living daughter, was forced to kill her mother and many of the Lunaruzian soldiers in order to save Lunaruz from falling further into unrest and isolation. She had to severe Relta’s head to ensure her death, and was coronated by the High Priestesx of Persephone on the battlefield

Fennel’s reign ended up restoring Lunaruz to the glory it was meant to see under Queen Relta’s regency and reign.

Fennel also separated Lunaruz from the rest of the world, putting it in a pocket dimension so it could heal undisturbed. Magic was used to get goods needed via trade, magic now flourishing in the kingdom rather than being reserved for royals and elite religious figures.

Fennel found that she was immortal, and remained monarch until Lunaruz was healed so that she could ensure it went properly and in her mother’s vision from her pre-madness days

Fennel steps down from the throne at over one-hundred-and-twenty years old, appearing only in her 60s, and literally destroyed the throne and built the foundations of a democracy as her final act during her rule.

She was also able to revive the siblings, cousins, and aunts that were killed to full life, allowing them to have the lives they wished for.

Queen Fennel had a consort, but no heirs as her sole consort was AFAB and she never planned to continue the monarchy. However, she adopted her youngest sibling that was born when Relta was late in her reign by her latest lover. This sibling ended up becoming a high ranking judge in the Lunaruzian royal court system, and a just judge at that.

Fennel, as queen, also brought back freedom of religion, and ended the royal bloodline’s connection to divinity in order to prevent “old wayers” who wished to restore the monarchy after her retirement due to the divine nature of the monarchy.

Relta’s lovers, including Lord Keife, were all pardoned by Queen Fennel…if still alive.

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I… It’s impossible though. What? Us. Yes

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Anne Boleyn for visiting v: phoenix queen Relta?

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The Magician - Upright: power, influence, resourcefulness, intellect, and skill. Reversed: a warning to be careful and 'mind where you step or step on.'

Admittedly Lady Anne B.oleyn hadn't been in England long, still, somehow she got H.enry the E.ighth's attention. Almost without saying a word. It would be tedious if it didn't benefit her and her family. She's made her way to court with her sister, Mary. Hoping at least one B.oleyn girl would have some staying power. Silently, Anne thinks, 'Is it not enough? The man is married, I bear Catherine of Aragon no ill will, I am merely a reformed P.rotestant, and he does have my sister and several others already.' but Anne doesn't voice such words, it would only get her in more trouble with her father.

She was new at court, as new as one educated keenly at French Court could be and already Catalina saw her as a challenge. Was her summons so much to bear? Well, she's determined to make this difficult. She will be no mistress.

Anne had almost gotten lost in her train of thought when I bright haired woman approached, she seemed respectable enough, though really -- respectability be damned. At French court she was taught to be memorable.

"Bonsoir, Madam, I am Lady Anne B.oleyn, at your service, a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

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Open Starter — Muse: Relta — Verse: Halloween Special TBD

“The veil is thinner around this time of year. It drives Aislin up a wall with all the spirits seeking her aid,” Relta laughed as she nursed her Shirley Temple and looked to her companion. “She can hear and see spirits, poor thing,” Relta tsk’d, shaking her head with sympathy for her little sister.

“What about you? How do you protect yourself on Samhain from the less…friendly spirits?” She inquired, raising a brow at them.