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How can I shine when I have nothing inside me but darkness? JAMIE CAMPBELL BOWER AS CHRISTOPHER “KIT” MARLOWE IN WILL (2017)

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JAMIE CAMPBELL BOWER as CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE in Will (2016)

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She rested her head on the wooden chamber pot that was attached to her room. She was certain it was something she had ate at dinner that had caused her stomach to betray her, Ansten had gone off before the sun had risen and she managed to hold off the retching till after he left. He was already stressed out enough with the impending war that was unspokenly heading Arendelle's way. The last thing he needed was to worry if she was Ill. However she had never had issues before. Even as a child she had a fairly strong stomach. she knew it wasn't nerves, she had trained for battle, even more so with her Husband to be. Despite his offer to let her just be a Lady of the Court, Zara much rather be by his side on the battlefield. She loved the feeling, the rush she got during a battle, even a staged one. However she was never going to go out like Ansten to prep early in the morning. One of her handmaids knocked on the bathroom door to check on her. She let her in and asked for her help to get up. It seemed her energy wasn't the same these days

“The Queen has heard of what ales you my Lady. She suggested to speak to the trolls” Zara blinked at the girl. The Queen hadn't said much to the girl in her time in Arendelle but she she didn't hold it against her. The Queen was ill, part of Zara Wondered if that's why War was coming. She knew there was more to it than that, but attacking a Kingdom in mourning would be truly Cruel. But also the smartest thing they could do.

She nodded when she felt a wave of nausea push through. “Okay, fetch me my blouse and my trousers please?” She asked her Handmaid with a soft smile. She shook her head when she offered to be chaperoned. “I will be fine, the path is clear and if I need to relieve my stomach I can do so in the woods.” she said as she buttoned the blouse and her trousers. They felt tighter, like the personally made garments didn't fit her right any more. She had been eating more while in Arendelle yes, but it seemed her and Ansten had been training more too…surely it was muscle mass. She slipped on her riding boots and threw on her cloak. Before heading to the stables for her Horse and to the trolls she went.

It hasn't been the first time she had gone, she had gone to make sure she is truly a match for Ansten. She hadn't doubted his feelings, or her own but Zara was constantly questioning her worth when it came to the Royal family. Even next to Anissa she felt clunky. The princess truly was the deffinition of beauty and grace. Somehow, she wanted to be Zaras friend. It was the same with Anstens Younger sister, Greta. Kind as she was, beautiful she was a force to be reckoned with. Zara loved them all the same, even the few she only met in passing.

The local love experts had deemed it a perfect match. That second love was stronger than any other match they had seen. It eased Zara a bit, and suddenly the Engagement ring hadn't felt as heavy. They greeted her as they always did, just hugs, smiles, and laughter. Grandpapy came bumbling towards Zara “Child, what ales you now?...”

The question was waited. What didn't ale her. She worried about Ansten, The family, the Kingdom. her home. She kneeled down and smiled softly “I woke up feeling I'll this morning Grand papy and I just want to make sure I'm okay. I don't normally had stomach disturbances.” He nodded and placed a hand on her shoulder. His eyes lit up with excitement. “Why Zara Dear, it's appear you are with child…2 weeks out it seems..” Zara couldn't help but smile. It wasn't a surprise, her and Ansten had snuck off most nights to sleep together. They were engaged after all. Then she felt her stomach, it wasn't sickness, it was nerves now.

“This must stay between us…” she said to the Trolls. “there is a darkness heading our way. And I intend to fight it, along side my husband…” Child or not, that's where she belonged. “He would never let me self foot on the battlefield if he knew” the Trolls nodded and grandpapy took her hand.

“they are strong, like you and their father. They have Viking Blood and the heart of an adventurer. This will be a walk in the park for you both. I picture a happy life, with Family….” Of course that could change. His predictions, despite their apprentice, were not set in stone. Zara. Nodded and made her way back to the palace. The only person she told was her Handmaid. She asked her to keep it between them. At least for now.

Zara changed back into her nightgown and curled back into bed. She was exhausted. She couldn't help but put a hand to her belly…it would be hard hiding this from Ansten, she was with child. His child, it was a dream come true...

But If anything was going to stress Ansten now, it would be a baby…

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“Zara,” Ansten responded, a faint smile against his lips. There had been countless thoughts that lingered through his mind. A future in which they could share together. They could live in Arendelle, if that had been Zara’s desire, or out with the vikings on an adventure. He would go anywhere she desired, do anything she desired. Ansten simply could not loss her nor would he ever let her go. He found himself with a redden blush on his cheeks, eyes widening slowly as she begun to speak. He was surprised, though should have known her to be capable of learning a language so easily. Ansten often forgot how smart Zara was – it was a rarity to find someone so capable of using their mind. That was one of the many reasons he loved her. Zara was never afraid to tackle a challenge. “Oh Zara,” he whispered now. A hand moved to cup her cheek, a thumb brushing along the skin underneath. “I should be the one thanking you. You came here seeking knowledge and you somehow got involved with me and my rather idiotic family. I do love how easy it was, to find comfort and happiness with you. You make my days brighter, lovelier. You make me happier and Johan – Oh Johan is going to be so thrilled to know you said yes. It was rather difficult for him, you know – keeping that secret and all.” He trailed off, soon finding himself rambling. “I love you too,” he squeezed once more before letting her go. “Does this mean we have to go to Africa? See your family? I hope they will not mind that I did not ask for their permission. I know that is more appropriate. I got a little too excited.” He had planned another way of asking for Zara’s hand, though he could no longer wait. He wanted to ensure Zara that they would be forever. “Do you want to go back now or – would you like to go for a picnic?”

Her eyes lingered on his for a moment letting her eyes fill with tears of Joy as he spoke. She would go anywhere with him any time, I didn’t matter she found herself completely enamored with ever bit of him. She leaned into his hand as he spoke so softly. A man so strong willed and the very definition of man he had been so soft with her and yet she knew he would be a worthy opponent in battle against her. She had never met someone who was her equal in the ways Ansten was and also complimented her in ways she lacked. “If it wasn’t for your family welcoming me I would have never met you...” She spoke gently “Johan, oh how I adore him so...” She furrowed her bows “He knew this whole time....its no wonder he asked such a question when we met...” a laugh escaped her “Children are so much smarter than we could ever be...” She thought for a moment. “We can if you would like too. I think you would love it there and I would love to take you.” She rested her head on his chest but positioned in a way that she could look up to him “My Father might be a bit apprehensive but mother is going to adore you. My brothers might give you a run for your money but....they’re bark is really worse than their bite” she said with a soft giggle, it was the first time she ever began to feel home sick. “I’ve never been one to follow tradition they shouldn’t be surprise” though they might be surprised to see that she came home engaged more than anything. “Lets go for picnic, I’m much too exited now to go back” she beamed.

#thread (Zara and Ansten)

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“Powers like you?” Calla was unsure what that entitled. Was he as dangerous as others considered Calla? “You are a fairy then?” She asked, inching forward with curiosity. Her head cocked to the side, eyes examining the stranger. He did appear to be similar to her, though she was no longer holding her fairy form. She was big and there were no wings to match.

Her body relaxed, sadness overcoming her form. He was not a fairy. She was alone then. “A jack of all trades?” She had been unaware of what that meant. Did that mean he had all different kinds of powers? “I do not think trust comes so easily.” She had trusted the fairies and they still punished her – locking her away in a tree. “Trust gets me hurt,” she finally admitted, eyes drifting down to her intertwined hands. What if he did the same? Surely a stranger would not wish to have her around, she could cause problems. “Gilen. I am Calla. You say I must trust you, but what does that mean? Are there people here who wish to cause harm? I have no where else to go – Home is, I do not know where home has gone.”

Gilen tilted his head “Were still no entirely sure what were are my family” he shrugged “They say my mother was...is a Dark Fae but the question of who our father is will never be answered” He could only assume the way he and his sisters looked more human than his mother he could only assume he was part human. “I specialize in herbology but I can do a few spells when the time calls for it...”

Not to mention his growing interest in enchanted objects “Have you never heard of an eclectic when it comes to magic?” He wondered how little she knew about the world “If I wanted you dead I would have done it already.” but he saw a lot of his youngest sister in her, he wanted to help. “You’ll just have to, I can show you a place where I promise you will be safe and welcomed.” He wouldn’t take just anyone to the moores for sanctuary but she need some place where she felt she belonged. “Calla” He parroted “there can be, I’ve been there but I’m in position right now to help you. It might not be home but at least you will have some protection to get on your feet.

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March smirked for a second. Feeling a small spark of slight satisfaction seeing Ember’s eye roll that she probably hadn’t intend for him to know about. However, a spark was a spark, so it did not linger. March watched in silence as she brought herself closer to the glass and took a few seconds to search the the room again. This time a little more frantic as her eyes darted around the room. There was a look of desperation overtaking her features that hadn’t been there a minute ago. The defeat in her voice when she found nothing made him perk a dark brow. Was she going to cry again? Was this the beginning of a emotional cycle? Maybe she’s an emotional drunk? Or just a crier in general?

❝ I’m sure you do. However.. for the next few days you’re stuck with me ❞ he said with a blossoming grin. ❝ But don’t worry, I’m loads of fun ❞ he added, leaning forward to get eye level with her. March paused for moment, for dramatic effect, then -

❝ Boo ❞ he softly exclaimed as he visually materialized before her with grin.

A scream yelped from Ember’s lips pushing herself back as as he appeared in her loosing her footing and falling back on to the floor. She got her barrings sitting up and leaning on her arms “Okay- so you can be invisible noted” She stood up brushing herself off moving closer to him. He wasn’t horrible looking of course she could tell he was glamored he came off as younger but not by much.

“If you’re so much fun, then prove it and let me out...you have the upper hand here-” She shrugged “I’m not in the best of shape, I’m tired, hungry....I’m too weak to put up a fight and besides I have no idea where I am” maybe she was trying to manipulate the situation but it only to get out of the damn box. It was beginning to close in on her she could feel lit out of the corners of her eyes.

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There was a breath of fresh air when it came to being around Zara. She reminded him of a world that was apart from the spotlight. He was no Arendelle royal prince meant to live under the lavish sunlight. Ansten was a viking, a viking leader meant to enjoy nature – to live without rule and binds. Zara gave him all of that, she made him feel alive. “Oh I like the sound of that.” The way she tempted him, sent waves of butterflies through his stomach. He felt sick in the best way possible. Ansten often wondered if his family judge his desires. If they understood that he cared little to be with a princess and bore princes. Ansten wanted to simply be at peace with his family, with Zara and Johan only. He cared little to stay inside a castle, wearing armor and leading a fight he wanted not to be apart of. Instead Ansten wished for the freedom to live in peace, to have a modest home in the country – raise sheep. A place where Johan can run about and Zara could continue her studies as she pleased. They could be happier their, away from the temptations and the judgement. No one could look upon them and think that they deserved more or that they could have done better. For Ansten, this was what he had been waiting for. As soon as Zara fell into his arms, Ansten was not ready to let go. He squeezed carefully, breathe inhaling sharply as the question lingered over is head. Did he dare ask her now, get down on one knee and ask her for hand. Would she accept? He had fears of rejection, fears she would want to up and leave – but that had not mattered, he would go anywhere with her. Letting her go, Ansten eyes dropped to his hands, than lingered over to the grass below. He awkwardly shuffled his foot back and forth. “Zara – The time that we have spent together has been the best time of my life. I never thought, after Pamela had died, that I would ever find love again. I was ready to throw it in the bag, but then I saw you. Gods and you blew me away. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He paused, getting down on his knee. I do not have a ring with me or else I would have pulled it out, but I promise I would find you one. So what do you say, will you marry me?”

Zara had felt every emotion in her time here in Arendelle. Maybe it was a cliche she of all people left home to further her self as an equal to man. Only to find herself completely and utterly infatuated with as she put in in her writings ‘Was the epitome of the perfect man’. The more she wrote about Ansten the more she realized she would never be able to submit her work without watering the context down. The way he lived, the way he loved with such passion was something she found in describable. She only hoped Ansten had known it would never go to waste, she would intake every part of him as if it was the last. Lingering in his arms just so as he caught her she only turned when he uttered her name noticing a shift in his body language.Her nerves matched his own. “Ansten-” She whispered not to interrupt him it was just what she could manage to say. Zara lingered on every word her said her eyes brimming with emotion the slightest shift in her eyes would cause a stream down her cheeks. Zara smiled brightly with a softness she always hid from herself “My Darling Ansten...” She almost couldn’t find the words she thought for a moment remember she had been practicing something for a while now she wanted to surprise him “ᛏᚺᚨᚾᚴ ᚤᛟᚢ ᚠᛟᚱ ᛚᛟᚡᛁᚾᚷ ᛗᛖ. ᛁ ᚹᚨᚾᛏ ᚾᛟᛏᚺᛁᚾᚷ ᛗᛟᚱᛖ ᛒᚢᛏ ᛏᛟ ᚷᚱᛟᚹ ᛟᛚᛞ ᚹᛁᛏᚺ ᚤᛟᚢ. ᛒᛖᛁᚾᚷ ᚹᛁᛏᚺ ᚤᛟᚢ ᚠᛖᛖᛚᛋ ᛋᛟ ᚱᛁᚷᚺᛏ” Thank you for loving me. I want nothing more but to grow old with you. Being with you feels so right. She began in Old Norse “-You’re forever my always my dear of course I will marry you!” She was never so sure about in in her life. She wasn’t even worried about a ring she wrapped her arms around his shoulders hugging him tighter than she ever had knocking them both down into the grass. “I Love you with every part of me...”