ofgoldenstars

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[ofgoldenstars]

Ever since the fire had begun, Elara’s rage had not been calmed. Even now that the risk was over and the fire had seemingly put itself out, it was her anger that was fuelling her. Sleep food, water - none of it crossed her mind. Elara was focused on finding answers. Who would dare to set such a blaze in her court? When she caught them, their end would be spectacular and be passed down through the ages as a moral story that no one should ever dare to cross Elara Vanserra.

Rage was simple and easy to understand, but her fear had to be kept at bay. She was a Vanserra, and she hadn’t been able to control that fire. It had burned and killed and destroyed and she hadn’t been able to do a thing about it until the flames had decided they were done. That feeling of helplessness and the fear of who could have such power were not feelings she wanted to dwell on.

As she stormed down the hall towards the infirmary, she spotted a portrait on the wall of King Beron - evidently one she had missed in her purge of all things that reminded her of him - If she hadn’t been talked into holding his memorial, this would never have happened. Now her control as queen and her very power as a Vanserra were being called into question. Without thinking, she tore it from the wall and hurled it to the ground. “Even in death, you still seek to undermine me! Will I ever be rid of you?!”

[ofgoldenstars]

Although she had fled at the first signs of disaster along with many others, there truly was no escaping it. She had escaped unscathed, but there were many from the Spring Court who had not. Names of the dead and wounded were still being announced, and Rosalia had already heard too many names she recognised across both lists.

How could this be happening again? Another fire, more people she cared about dying while she remained the unscathed survivor? First her parents, now her friends - was there a curse upon her head that she had to survive and torture herself with the guilt? She hadn’t lost everyone, but she didn’t know the extent of her surviving friend’s injuries, and she was currently stood in front of the door of the infirmary, too afraid to go inside. She knew the damage that fire could do, and she had never wanted to see its destruction again.

[ofgoldenstars]

When that falling beam in the Great Hall had knocked him unconscious, Rhys had doubted he would ever wake up. Yet here he was, coming to and taking in his surroundings with bleary eyes. Lots of beds, a hubub of noise and people scurrying around the room. An infirmary then. So, how bad were his injuries?

He tried to shift in the bed and sit himself up to assess, but his face contorted in pain and he slumped back down. Pretty bad then. He was dimly aware of someone by his bedside and he turned to look with a weary smile. “I usually look much more handsome than this.”

[ofgoldenstars]

It had been a long and exhausting night for Elric. The fire itself was a mystery, but it was not something he had been able to devote much thought to as he was far too focused on the aftermath. Once he’d had his own wounds patched up, the first thing on his mind was to help the Autumn Court healers who were run off their feet caring for the wounded.

He had lost count of the number of injuries he had attended by now, but he still would have kept going if one of the other physician’s hadn’t forced him to take a seat and rest, if only for ten minutes. He had his own wounds to think about, and they would not be healed as easily with him working himself to the bone. But he could try to sit still just for a brief while as he slumped in the chair in the corner of the infirmary, fighting every urge to throw himself back into the fray.

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elianasolari​:

Eliana leaned against the wall, struggling to regain her breath.  When it had become clear the flames could not be extinguished, she had tapped into some unknown vein of courage to help those who were injured to safety.  Now that the room was sealed and she was safely in the hall, her courage was failing.  Lungs burned, she was covered in soot, and for the first time Eliana felt the full weight of the fear she had until then been able to keep at bay.

Her body shook and her knees buckled.  She was falling.  Just as suddenly she felt two supporting hands, saving her from the floor.  Eliana weakly looked at the other.  “Water…please.”

It had been one of the more memorable and eventful evenings in Elric’s life, and definitely the most mysterious. A fire that no Vanserra could control, that no Majuri or Lupin could put out, that no Archeron could suffocate? It didn’t make sense.

The adrenaline was still coursing through his veins and he’d barely been able to sit still long enough to have his own injuries attended to, he’d been so antsy to keep helping now that all of the survivors had been  pulled from the Great Hall. He was making his rounds of the exhausted and injured, checking on severely wounded people who needed medical attention and people who were physically fine but shaking with the shock of what had happened. Nearby, he spotted Eliana, who he only met earlier that day and went to check on her, arriving just in time to catch her before she dropped to the floor. “Are you alright?” He was immediately in the mindset of a healer, checking her over for visible signs of injury as he handed her a flask of water.

[laufire]

“I will show England their leader is fierce and brilliant and strong. I will draw them to me and they will love me. And thank me for loving only them.”

[Caption: Elizabeth I on Reign exposing to her advisor why she’s chosen to never marry, arguing, “It is a fact of our time. A man rules his wife, even if his wife is a queen. I will not be laid low by any man. I will not be ruled by anyone.”]

[mademoiselleboullan]

[emmacarstairs]

#look at this cutie #that cute little smile is everything #actual sunshine

[trueloveisdelena]

#where bash is me

[leroichevalier]

→   Queen Elizabeth (Reign), requested by @bat-l-o-v-e-world

[kosemsultanim]

Costumes

From: Reign, 4.13

Character: Elizabeth I of England

Actor: Rachel Skarsten

Costume By: Meredith Markworth-Pollack

[laufire]

“I will show England their leader is fierce and brilliant and strong. I will draw them to me and they will love me. And thank me for loving only them.”

[Caption: Elizabeth I on Reign exposing to her advisor why she’s chosen to never marry, arguing, “It is a fact of our time. A man rules his wife, even if his wife is a queen. I will not be laid low by any man. I will not be ruled by anyone.”]

[marystewart]

I am Elizabeth Tudor and I will bow to no man. [insp]

[marystewart]

We will live or we will die, but we will not live in fear.

[mademoiselleboullan]

Mary? How can you trust her?

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sxlvercrest​:

On one level, Oralie understood why she had had to come. There was little excuse for someone of her rank to miss such a national event, and, there was no denying the opportunities it provided. Being seen by the other courts was important, she only wished it could happen somewhere other than the Autumn Court.

Hearing the queen behind her, Oralie turned, offering a low curtsey. There were precisely two people she didn’t want to see, and Queen Elara was one of them. “Your majesty,” she greeted as she rose, “How very kind of you to welcome us all at such a trying time.”

She hadn’t recognised her from the back, but as soon as the princess turned around, she was all too familiar. It felt odd to look into the eyes of the girl who should have been her daughter-in-law and secured the Autumn Court an alliance with the largest court in Prythian that also had an elite army. It had been a key part of the plan to expanding the power of her court and now it was in tatters.

“Princess Oralie. How unexpected.” It shouldn’t have been, given that the irritating King of the Night Court never liked going anywhere without her in his entourage. “I am surprised you decided to venture down to the Autumn Court since you believe it so unworthy of you.”

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singafaerysong​:

Aurelia nodded thoughtfully; it would be difficult to deal with all the upheaval, no doubt, and there was the added layer of how the Autumn Court dealt with the line of succession. But in her opinion, it certainly couldn’t hurt to have a woman on the throne, someone with more experience. But she wasn’t really sure how to word a response and decided not to try to come up with something that could potentially be offensive. 

“Oh, that looks quite lovely,” she murmured, taking the glass. She certainly was curious to see if it would live up to its reputation so she inclined it toward the queen in a salute before sipping - and it did live up to its reputation. Maybe the queen would be more amenable to parting with it than the king had been. “It’s a lovely tribute to him.”

Elara knew her abrupt nature could make people feel uncomfortable. People were often confused by the way succession worked in the Autumn Court, but when her father died that throne should have been Elara’s from the beginning. Beron had used her to take it for himself, and she had been stupid and docile enough to allow it. She loved her son dearly, but he had expectations of the crown going to him based on what he saw in other courts and had not worked hard enough to earn it.

“Take some home with you if you like.” As good as it was, the stuff just reminded her of her husband and she wanted it out of her sight. If she could piss off his ghost by letting the other courts have his wine, then that was just a bonus.