long live the queen

in exile thy isle shall still be my home

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he’s watched her. seen her fixing her wounds in what looks like nothing more than an old cloth. A twig snapped under his boot, alerting the grl. She’s overly observant, and he’s impressed. “Aye, put down the knife,” he finally comes from around the trees,approaching her like a skiddish horse. “I don’t want to hurt you…” “—I’m Ser Garrett, a knight of House Stark”

She watches him, Ser Garrett, cautiously. He doesn’t look like any Lannister knight, so perhaps he’s telling the truth. After a  moment more, she lowers the knife back to the ground beside her, next to the old cloth she’d been ripping to pieces.

“Lady Eilinora, of House Tully. I’m cousin to your Lady Catelyn. I wasn’t aware I’d travelled this far north into Stark terrirtory.”

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“I do not distrust your family without foundation. Let’s see…”

“Your half-siblings, Ellis the traitor and Sean who -after refused marriage to Mary O’Donnell- decided to have an illegitimate child with her cousin and refuse peace with her brother,” Mary spoke of herself without mention of her first-hand direct relation to the situation. She would rather her identity not be known here, at least for now.

“And shall we recount the convenience with which your late father’s wives died? God was gracious indeed to take their souls just as he needed a new matrimonial political deal.”

“You honestly cannot believe he had no hand in your mother’s death.”

“You speak to me as if I’m not well aware of  the atrocious behaviors in my family. All of  them men, mind you.” Eilinora snaps at the other. “My father was a man who did what it  took to get what he wanted. I know he did  something to my mother; but I was sent away long before I was old enough to know any better. Surely you cannot blame me for what the rest of my family has done?! I have better intentions; I am not the monster people like you seem to  paint me as!”

She tries quickly to reign in her temper.

“The only thing I have left in common with them is in name only. You ought to be pleased it’s me left alive, and not my brothers. They’d have flayed and tortured half the countryside by now.”

There’s a pause, in which she debates quietly with herself while staring at the other. 

“All I ask is that you side with me, not against me just because of the wrongs my father and his family have done. My mother was kind and gracious and I  strive to be more like her than anything - I can offer you a place on my privvy council, if it would soothe your own doubts.”

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   She’s in the midst of wrapping her hand in    a makeshift bandage when she hears a twig    snap. Immediately she’s on guard; even as     far north as she is, she doesn’t trust the Lannisters    to still be looking for her. Or worse.

Her good hand goes to the knife at her side.

     “----show yourself!”

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“Or what? You’ll exile me with your royal authority?”

Mary had dealt with enough O’Neills in the first two decades of her life for ten lifetimes. She wasn’t particularly inclined to side with one, even against their common enemy.

“---you can’t let it go, can you?”

Eilinora straightens herself, drawing herself to her full height - not that she’s any taller than Mary.

   “I’m not my father. I assumed you’d    see that by now. He did nasty, horrific    things that I refuse to let anyone even    attempt. We have enough fighting against    the English - we don’t need it amongst    ourselves.”

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     “I suggest you let me PASS.”

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    “You’ll have to be patient with the children - they’re wont to interrupt during a storytelling.”

    Her youngest children are lively, inquisitive, and just that bit rambunctious. She doesn’t have the heart to reprimand them for excitement over a story and although she should, she lets it go. The Regent of France still isn’t quite sure how she feels about Eilinora, but insofar as she continues to gift her children with books and stories, she would be welcome at Court. The idea of aiding her while France itself was on the cusp of religious wars was a chance Catherine wasn’t quite willing to make as of yet, wasn’t quite sure if Eilinora would become the ally they needed. Strength and funds, that’s what the Crown needed in this quiet before the clash, and if Ireland were to become a drain rather than a resource, there would be no help for this young girl.

“Of course. I’ve younger cousins who were much the same;  we can make a day of it, if they’d like.”

In truth, Eilinora is trying very hard to stay in the good graces of those in French Court; Ireland needs and ally against England and she’s long since hoped that France and perhaps even  Scotland might be that help. Ireland has resources to offer in return of course, even soldiers and crops and coin waiting to be used or promised. She will not see a drop of it fall to the English crown, and Elizabeth’s forces threaten their boundaries more each month.

“----I don’t think I ever thanked you properly, Your Grace. For allowing me here at your Court. If there’s anything I can do - or can offer from Ireland, let me know. I know you’re fighting with the pagans in the woods --- I do have knowledge of their rites; there are similar ones where I’m from. If there’s anything I can offer to Sebastian as well, to assist in driving them off - I’d be glad to.”

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My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel

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I have been sick af. please forgive my lack of activity here. hoping to get back into things soon!

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Her eyes are set on the book more than the necklace - although it is beautiful - and she wonders what the Irish would have for her to read. They don’t often receive things from Ireland aside from a letter or two of good grace, but a book? A book would be very well received by the Queen Regent. Catherine adored reading and even more, the knowledge that came with it. The more she knew, the better able she was to govern her people and protect her family. What wasn’t common knowledge was that she, too, enjoyed reading for pleasure and fairytales were a particular temptation for her. Of course, they were also a means for her to spend time with her children without Court babbling away that she was growing soft. Fairytales were silly, misleading, stories of course - but sometimes it was nice to think that maybe, just maybe, someone was able to have a happily ever after in this world, even if only in a children’s story.

    “You have it. My children are quite fond of stories and some tales from as far as Ireland would be a new experience for them - I thank you. Would you care to be their translator later this afternoon for the book? My youngest daughter had been admiring your gown the other day at banquet.”

Eilinora smiles - the first genuine one in a while.

“Thank you, your grace. I’d be honored to translate.” She hasn’t spoken a word of native tongue since her arrival, and it’ll be good practice for herself as well. She’s fond of Catherine’s children and spending time with them is reward in and of itself. At the tell of Margot admiring her gown, another smile worms it way onto her lips. She’s not exactly certain what things they had sent to her from the Isle - perhaps there was one of her older gowns that would fit the princess she could gift her.

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@bragii liked for a starter.

It’s not often one finds another out in the middle of nowhere. These glens are her usual stomping grounds - and not easily found but others. Immediately she’s on guard, staring uneasily at the stranger standing on broken nettles and crisp leaves.

    “How did you get out here?”

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@reignoftheflorentine​ liked for a thing.

She’s tried very hard to be in Catherine’s good graces, and quite honestly she doesn’t know why. Part of her admires the woman - she has the strength Eilinora so desperately needs in governing a country. The other part of her is terrified of her and her power. She’s sought to find balance somewhere in between.

  “Your grace,” She begins quietly when the guard allows   her passage through to the queen. “I apologize for the   bother, but I wanted to see these to you in person. My   things arrived from Ireland and I thought you might like   them.” In her hands is a worn book, but it is filled to the   brim with writings detailing astrology and other arts with   sketches. Atop it is a necklace - by no means fancy, but   made of green Connemara marble set in silver.

“Also, with your permission, I have a book of fairytales I’d like to give your children. It gave me pleasure when I was growing up - I thought they might enjoy the stories.”

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“was i that obvious?” he asks, giving a short laugh, caught in not so subtle attempt to avoid yet another party. “ i don’t mind them, if there is someone pleasant to talk to, or share the cup of this fine wine. but tell me, lady eilinora, if you are so fond of horses, have you had the chance to visit the stables? quite impressive collection, i might add.” he paused for a moment, choosing his next words, not wanting to scare her off, or leave the wrong impression. “if you like, I would be happy to give you a tour.”

She laughs as well. “No - I only know the look because I wear it so often myself.” Even if she were to engage in such celebrations, she’s certain she would not make fast friends - most who have knowledge of her raising deem a a heretic. “I haven’t - truth be told, I wasn’t aware I was  allowed.” She’s been cautious not to overstep her boundaries here. While not a prisoner, she knows the queen has eyes on her at every turn. She smiles then, tilting her head. “I’d be honoured if you would, Lord Narcisse.”

[lukearnold]

What’s to stop you from killing them anyway once we’re gone? That’s a chance you’ll just have to take.