♛ ┊ jane

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[janecrowhelm]

HIATUS NOTICE!

I’m off for a week! Going camping ^_^ I’ll come back on the 6th of August <3 I haven’t set up a queue or anything, so this blog will be silent ’til then!

I’ll miss everyone!

[janecrowhelm]

Work has worn me out! I will try to be on tomorrow, but tonight I’m going to snuggle up and watch “Wolf Hall”! Love to everyone! I’m sorry I’m not online enough!

[jackripner-blog]

❛ oh people come up with such amusing tales of the imperium. flying cows over villages, hah! what madness! …all right, so that one’s actually true. but the cows didn’t have wings. ❜

[janecrowhelm]

“Oh, I would have loved to see that!” Jane cried. “I simply adored Kederrakath when I visited it! I should like to go again soon.”

[oshacastille-deactivated2016081]

“Oh?” Osha questioned, raising an eyebrow. “What a pity. I was just thinking to myself how the palace was in desperate need of a little cheer. A lovely banquet would certainly do the trick, Your Majesty.” She smiled, but perhaps her teeth shone too brightly — too sharply — to be considered friendly. Bringing her jeweled-encrusted goblet to her lips, Osha asked, venturing carefully, “Pray tell, why must you wait?”

[janecrowhelm]

Jane smiled at the Marchioness. She couldn’t tell if the woman was mocking her, but she decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. She always thought the best in people, especially the nobility. “His Majesty thinks I should let the swans procreate again,” she said, laughing. “He’s worried I’ll eat my way through the palace’s whole flock!”

She twisted a lock of hair around her finger -- a nervous habit from her childhood -- and thought for a moment. “But, I s’pose, we could always have duck instead... And I do so love quail’s eggs. They’re my favourite.” She looked at the Marchioness conspiratorially. “You don’t think His Majesty will mind?” she asked, wanting the older woman’s blessing.

[hrhnasrin-blog]

              selene wasn’t wary of the royals for being royals, or the nobles for being nobles,no, she was wary of the royals and the nobles for all that they could be, the power they held over their lives. so definite, so infinite. without putting down her hood, the brunette looked up, eyeing the queen properly now before answering. she seemed like a pleasant young girl, very young for being ahead of a kingdom such as olelasa but she’d only heard good things of her.

               and yet selene’s answer was as cold and as biting as the winter frost.

                                    ‘ i just think, your highness, that as you have someone cleaning up after you all the time, you’d be able to afford someone cleaning after your horse through the street, too, especially through the main streets that are constantly walked through. ’

[janecrowhelm]

Jane was surprised by the woman’s cold tone, She still enjoyed the novelty of having household staff, and managed not to think of the lower classes. It was easy to blind herself with finery and jewels. She’d had her turn serving people. Now it was her turn to be served! The only time she really thought about the castle staff was when they bowed and curtsied to her. Oh, how annoying that was! She wished she didn’t have to go through the rigmarole of court proceedings every time she walked into a room.

She blew her fringe out of her face in a very unladylike manner. “I see your point,” she said, trying to keep her tone fair. She did, after all. “But I hardly think they are the same thing. I’m the Queen. My horse is only a horse.” She gripped his reigns tightly. She knew she was being unfair and pompous, but what did this woman suggest? Someone following her with a shovel and a bag?

But it was filthy. She remembered what it was like to walk through the filth -- the mud and dirt of hundreds of people. She knew how awful it was. Just because she was on a horse now, just because she was the Queen, did that mean it was any better?

“The streets are horrible though, aren’t they?” she asked, looking down the street she just ridden through. She chewed the inside of her cheek. “I should commission someone to clean them. It’s not fair that you should walk through this.”

[hergift]

“Milady. What have you done that is truly done for this kingdom. I don’t mean all the parties you throw. What have you done for the lower class of this kingdom?” the elf asked, raising an eyebrow. Sitting on the window Astrea pulled one of her smaller knives from her thigh, twirling it over her fingers. “It may not even be that at all. It may just be men being men. They’re greedy, terrifying things that believe they can do whatever they want whenever they want.”

[janecrowhelm]

Jane bit her lip. She had ignored the shadow hanging over her. The weight of her kingdom’s poverty was heavy. (She still couldn’t believe it was her kingdom!) It was heavier than the crown, even, and she had turned her back on it and focussed on banquets and games and parties and jewels. Wasn’t it her turn to have something nice? This new life was finer and better than anything she could have imagined for herself. Wasn’t it fair that she took time to enjoy it?

She sighed and leaned on her hand. “I haven’t done much for the lower classes,” she said, softly, unable to meet the elf’s gaze. “I went on my royal tour, and I saw them, but that’s all.” She couldn’t deny the guilt she felt. Did she want to be remembered as the airhead Queen? The young Queen who replaced Clarissa and did nothing with her power?

“I will,” she continued, convincing herself more than the other woman. “I want to get involved in charity and religious works. I want to help the people.” She didn’t like this conversation, and suddenly realised that she was discussing her situation with an elf assassin. She wasn’t a Lady anymore! She couldn’t afford such mistakes.

She looked at the intruder and frowned, disapproving of her casually holding a knife. “Did you know that it’s a treasonous offence to wield a weapon in the presence of a monarch?” she asked, adopting her ‘court voice’. “Thank you for warning me about my would-be murderer. I shall see to it that I’m well protected. But you would do well to remember your place, milady. You’re speaking far too candidly.”

[allriannecetts]

My random list of favorite costumes

                Catherine’s blue riding coat (5/??)

[janecrowhelm]

*shrieks* New people! Hallo! We need more werewolves around here! I’ll apologise in advance for Jane, and any awkwardness or annoyance she might cause! Please come to me if you wanna plot!

[pvlshd]

          CALLOUSED hands release each other from their pressed bond, almost with flair, reminiscent of one who’s just surrendered a weapon — if palms could at all be weapons he knows detection would be naught; for what his palms and fingers could do are privy only to he. His jaw pulses again, hollow pale blues screening her person from her blonde locks to her altogether flamboyant attire with seeming indifference. Of course he won’t venture to make any presumptions, he doesn’t know where he is let alone which story, if it is a story at all. Or perhaps he’s simply blundered his way so far from home in his own world, he’s managed to find another continent — none too assuring, but even if it were, Dustfinger is not the assured sort. 

         ❝     I have long legs,     ❞      he begins in a moot point really since it is more than apparent that he TOWERS over her.     ❝      I didn’t realise walking at a different pace would translate to following. But if it does I find myself … at odds.    ❞   He lowers his head, perhaps in an attempt of humble acknowledgement, but manages to somehow appear eerily like an invisible force has just reached out and pressed his head downward — unbecoming on a frame such as this. Or perhaps it just seemed awkward, lanky as he is. 

[janecrowhelm]

Jane blinked. She watched him bow, and wished he hadn’t, because she hated it when anyone bowed. There was something so uncomfortable about him -- his stilted speech and nervous stance made her feel uneasy. He looked like he was lost. His eyes were the palest that she had ever seen, as if they should belong to a creature from the Dark Forest. Jane forced herself to meet his gaze (she was the Queen after all!)

"I’m sorry,” she apologised, automatically, though she didn’t really have anything to apologise for. “I assumed you were following me. I didn’t mean any offence.” Though he could’ve been lying, there was something about him which she simply found trustworthy.

“At odds?” she repeated, frowning. “I’ll say! You look terribly lost to me. I can give you directions, if you want.”

[hrhnasrin-blog]

                  at that moment, selene was thankful for having her hood up, which covered most of her face with the shadow it casted. of not having it, the hint of annoyance would’ve been more than obvious when the woman riding the horse stopped for addressing her. why was it that all of a sudden these people cared about what the lower classes said? —and wasn’t this the new queen?

                   after having taken a deep, calming breath, selene bowed her head and spoke with a distant tone, one she used only in these sort of situations.

                                 ‘ i would rather not answer, highness, for i fear my answer to such a question could offend your pride. ‘

[janecrowhelm]

Jane looked down at the woman, embarrassed by her bowing, and suddenly realised how horribly pompous she must’ve looked. She was wearing her riding attire, having just returned from a hunt, which wasn’t her finest outfit, but still much nicer and more expensive than anything she used to own. She had become so used to affecting her ‘court voice’ that she was talking politely and coldly, the way a Queen would.

She cleared her throat and blushed, and when she next spoke, she dropped the upper-class tone. “You do not have to bow, milady,” she said, and she gestured for the woman to stand. “Though I thank you for it.”

She laughed, and shook her head. “Oh, I promise you that my pride shan’t be offended! Please tell me what’s on your mind. We’re talking now, after all, and t’would be a wasted conversation otherwise.” She smiled brightly, trying to put the woman at ease.

[hrhnasrin-blog]

                      ‘ horse owners should be made pick up their animal’s FILTH, this place is rotten at this point. ’

              each and every time selene had to walk the most crowded streets, the same problem came back to life: animal excrements all over the place. she was no lady for having a horse or any other means for transportation, therefore the walking got tedious when she had to constantly be looking down and pick up the hem of her dress for keeping it mildly clean for business.

[janecrowhelm]

Jane heard the stranger’s distress, and slowed Pearl -- her dapple grey, who had once belonged to Queen Clarissa -- so that she could ride nearer to the woman. “Go on ahead,” she ordered the guards, without really looking at them. She still wasn’t comfortable not being allowed to ride by herself. She tried to ignore the people staring at her as she passed, and blushed when they bowed or curtsied. It was still so strange!

The guards rode on a little, but Jane could see them waiting at the end of the street. She tried to pay them no mind, and looked down at the woman who had so loudly complained. “D’you expect every horse owner to stop and do that?” she called, genuinely curious. It was a busy street, after all, and that would just be impractical.

[lasylphidedubolchoi]

Backstage at the Mariinsky Theatre after Giselle

Photos by Nikolai Krusser

[hergift]

“Yeah. Oh.” Astrea snapped. Astrea rolled her eyes at the thought of Maddox. “What’s he going to do? Declare all the guards unsafe and then put you in my charge? I have other people I work for you know. Someone who’s a little more important to me. Someone I know I can trust.” Someone I’d die for. “Not that I don’t believe he can’t protect you, but he isn’t always here, and you’re always hosting strangers. Might I suggest perhaps investing in a personal guard for yourself, ones you’re interviewed who won’t kill you on the spot.”

[janecrowhelm]

Jane folded her arms. “He would do something,” she snapped, immediately reacting to the implied insult of her husband. But then she sighed. That wasn’t fair. The elf had saved her life. She’d warned her. Jane didn’t know what to do. She twisted a lock of hair around her finger and thought for a moment. The girl’s solution was good, and Jane wondered if she’d protected people before. She wondered if she’d protected the old Queen.

“That’s a good idea,” she murmured, glancing at the door. Would she need to be watched all hours of the day? “I know a few guards that I can trust. Absolutely.” She flopped back into her chair and sighed loudly. “Why do they want to kill me?” she cried, more to herself than the other girl. “His Majesty says I’m a better Queen than Clarissa ever was! I haven’t offended anyone!”

It was a strange question, and she still couldn’t wrap her head around it. One of her guards wanted to kill her. He wanted to end her life. He had snuck into her castle and wanted to murder her. Her ma had always warned her about the dangerous desires of men, but murder? It was unbelievable.

[janecrowhelm]

someone stop me making a second character with a jodelle ferland fc

[sheiksylvari-blog]

“You say you shouldn’t, but you want to.” There’s a smirk on her lips as she swam closer towards her friend. “Set free your worries, nobody is watching.”

[janecrowhelm]

Jane looked at the other girl nervously, and then sighed. “Oh, you’re too good at convincing me!” she cried, and she lid into the water, not at all worried about getting her shift wet.  She floated beside Sheik and sighed again. “Knowing my rotten luck, His Majesty will come riding past us any second!” she laughed.

[mysvria]

Braeden’s lips curled into a small smile as he leaned on his bow, just lightly enough to not force it into a shape it should not be in. It was intriguing, to say the least, to watch the young Queen. How she behaved, how she sat, at all not how Braeden would’ve expected. “Well, in that case, you have my sincerest appreciation for your words, Your Majesty.” The blond said, giving her a smile and a small bow. “A few years, yes. Although I’m afraid today is not my best day. Perhaps you could learn? Surely, King Maddox can teach you.”

[janecrowhelm]

Jane returned King Braeden’s smile and leaned back, resting on her hands. “You keep saying today isn’t your best day, and you’re not very good, but if I could shoot like you, I would boast terribly!” she said. “Maybe that’s a fault of mine,” she smiled, and shook his head.

“His Majesty would surely teach me. I know he’d like for us to go hunting together. But it’s so barbaric, isn’t it? Killing a defenceless animal. I’m not sure I would want to learn. I’m happy to let the hunters and the men do the hunting.”

[hergift]

“Oh for the love of- I’ve been protecting you, you pompous arrogant little girl! I’ve been watching you because one of your guards wants to kill you! And before you ask me why you’re dear to me, you’re not! I just didn’t want to admit to protecting you because you miss are just a spoiled little brat! I’m protecting you because girls as young as you don’t deserve to be murdered by brutes like that! No one does!” You’re also a mirror image of my mother but I’m not mentioning that.  “So if you’d like to have me executed, go ahead and try you majesty. Because I can promise you none of your men will be able to touch me.”

[janecrowhelm]

Jane blinked. For a few seconds, she didn’t know what to do. Of course, this girl could have been lying, but there was an honesty in the elf’s tone, a genuine anger which was confusing. How good was she at lying? Jane had no experience with elves, and hardly any experience with telling when someone was lying. And she liked to think the best in everyone, so she wanted to believe the girl, even if she was an assassin.

“Oh,” she said, quietly. She sat down on her chair with a thump. She was being protected by an elf? By an assassin? What would Maddox say? What would her advisors say? Oh, to Hell with her advisors! She raised her gaze to look at Astrea, her heart thudding and her thoughts jumbled and confused.

“Thank you,” she said, her tone genuine. “For protecting me. Um...” What was the protocol? What on earth was she supposed to do if one of her own guards wanted to kill her? “I should call my husband,” she said, because it seemed like the right to do.  Mads would know what to do. “I can’t call the guards. I don’t know which of them I can trust.” She cleared her throat, because the words were still foreign to her.