silkcnrose:
“i thought i had a little longer. my elder sisters not yet married even, i thought the pushing would come later…i am sorry you will be away from your brother now” natural SADNESS for the other, a mutual sense of understanding r a d i a t e d from the youngest windsor, knowing that they were, all of them here, at least not alone in their situation. “i am trying to remain hopeful rather than fearful, but it is a curious thought. it seems the both of us are to become queens’”expectation had always been that she would either marry an english noble or move to another country, but it felt FAST now, UNEXPECTED.
allowing the g e n t l e hand of the other, she gave a upcurling of lips, nodding at the gesture, ENCOURAGED. a woman was a warrior, and they could come through this. “the men have their battlefields, and i suppose this is our own. i’ve always hoped for love in marriage, and i’ll keep wishing for that good now” ARDENT hopefulness with a merry rise of voice.
the princess raised a brow. “you as well huh? it seems there’s a few of us. i’ve been told the princess of scotland is to wed the new king of denmark as well.” she looked out into the crowd. “there must have been something we have done right to be chosen for a king. it’s an honor but it is also terrifying. the thought of becoming a queen to a kingdom i know nothing about makes me nervous. i don’t want to be seen as unfit to the french.”
“as long as i’m here you can confide in me. whatever nerves, or thoughts you need to let out i will always be around to listen. we will get through this and we will do our best to be the queens those countries deserve.” she said softly.










