queen isolde of eden

Oh, the queen of peaceAlways does her best to please Is it any use Somebody's gotta lose Like a long stream I'll bear all this echoing

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wxllowclarke:

Willow shook her head at her mother’s question, a shiver going down her spine at the thought of it. “No, they have not hurt me. They have me serving their King, I suppose they take better care of some servants compared to others.” She said, hand hovering over her mother’s bruised eye. “Do not lie to me, Mother. I know this is not nothing. You are a Queen, you should not be treated this way.” She shook her head, anger building inside her at the thought of what was happening in their world. “We must find a way to stop this.” She said, gripping tightly on her mother’s arms. “I do not wish to live like this anymore.” 

Isolde breathed a sigh of relief, though if any of the barbarians had hurt Willow she would have run through the castle and punched them herself. “Am I?” a bitter chuckle fell from her lips “I no longer feel like one.. Besides none of the barbarians know that I am the Queen because I was too afraid to tell them, which I realise now was foolish.” Isolde nodded her head “Neither do I, but I’m not sure it can be done, we could try and escape somehow but I don’t know we would get away without being seen there is too many of them.” 

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“Would you mind–” she grunted as she picked up a box filled with vegetables from the ground– “giving me a hand?” she asked, gasping as the thing toppled over a little bit, a few carrots falling to the ground. Because the bruises in her arms had started to fade, the barbarians had “promoted” her; she was not only cleaning and cooking for them, but she was also picking vegetables from the garden now. “Please?” she begged, trying to turn her head to see who the person standing behind her was.

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Isolde had been bringing food to the kitchen when she had spotted Cordelia, walking over she carefully picked up the fallen carrots. “Oh here, let me carry it” she said softly. Working on the farms had made her arms a lot stronger than they used to be and she was able to lift the box with ease. When she noticed the bruises on the girl’s arms her brow furrowed in concern “Have they been treating you terribly Cordelia?” 

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wxllowclarke:

Willow had been serving as the barbarians leaders personal servant for some time now. She could not say that it was her favourite thing in the world, but at least she was safe for the time being and had not been harmed. The barbarian leaders had taken a liking to her the second they had laid eyes on her. Perhaps it was the natural aura of her personality, or the fact that she did not have a mean bone in her body. However, based on the amount of crude comment she received daily, she suspected it was because they found her rather attractive. Their King had forced her to wear babies breath in her braids since day one as she hand fed him and his companions grapes as they sat on their thrones. She stood in the kitchen preparing their food when she heard a familiar voice, immediately stopping what she was doing. She quickly turned around, a beaming smile appearing on her face as she saw her mother. The girl ran up to her and wrapped her arms around her in a tight hug, holding on much longer than usual. “Mother,” She breathed into her shoulder, relief laced in her voice. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you. I too wondered whether I would see you again.” She pulled away and placed a soft hand against her mother’s cheek, hurt appearing in her eyes. “What have they done to you?” She asked quietly.

Isolde returned the hug, her grip tightening slightly around Willow, afraid that if she didn’t hold on tight enough Willow would taken away from her again. At her daughter’s words her eyes quickly filled with tears and thoughts began to run through her head about all the horrible things that could have happened to Willow. “Oh it’s nothing” she said softly her gaze dropping to the ground as if hiding her face would make the bruises disappear. “It will heal eventually.” Like all the others. Though she would never admit to Willow how badly the barbarians had treated her. “The disadvantages of becoming a farmer I suppose.” Isolde said with a soft smile trying to pretend none of this truly bothered her. She studied Willow for a moment for any faded bruises. “They haven’t hurt you have they?” she asked softly, her brow furrowing in concern. 

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elizagreen:

Elizabeth tried to calm down. She knew her guilt was written all over her face right now, and she couldn’t afford to get caught now. This might be her last chance, or – she was pretty sure these barbarians did public whippings, she could be in real trouble. This woman was different, though, set her at ease. She had poise, where the barbarians had nothing but awful, awful posture. This woman was on her side. 

And oddly familiar. “Trying to escape the barbarians, period. I–” Hang on. She knew exactly why this woman looked so familiar. Taking a quick look over her shoulder, she bobbed a curtsy, trying to collect her thoughts. “My lady - I mean, your majesty. I come from Eden. After the festival, I - I’m trying to go home. Excuse me.” What did you say to a reigning (?) monarch like this? 

Isolde nodded, she had thought about escaping for a long time but eventually she had convinced herself that it was better that she return to Eden alive and well. The title that she had once heard countless times a day jarred her for a moment and she looked around making sure that no one else could overhear them. “Nobody knows who I am” Isolde said softly her eyes filled momentarily in fear “I lied and said that I was just apart of the lower nobility of Aura.” Isolde sighed and ran her fingers through her knotted hair, as Queen she knew it was her responsibility to look after Eden’s citizens but she had believed that most of them had stayed home. “You could get killed! There would be dozens of barbarians patrolling the borders even at this time of day, unless you had another idea of escape?” 

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Elizabeth hadn’t been planning it, but the timing had been right and she wasn’t going to screw her one chance up. She’d been woken up by someone coming into the tent after a bar brawl, but after a few stitches the barbarian had gone home and she was… alone. It felt like it had been months since she’d had a second to herself. 

She was getting out of here. 

She walked with purpose. It’s not like there would be any reason for someone to be so driven at the asscrack of dawn, but she did it anyway. This might be her only chance to get away, and she wasn’t going to mess it up, not if she could help it. But walking around a corner she strode right into someone, practically bounced off their chest. Damnit. “I wasn’t – what are you doing out so late?” 

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Isolde was heading back to the field that they were supposed to spend their nights at,  but after spending her entire life sleeping on big, comfortable beds Isolde would just lay awake staring at the stars, trying to make the ground as comfortable as possible. But after a few days she had gotten bored and snuck away when one of the barbarians was asleep, now it had become a habit and she spent every night wandering the streets of what was once Aura. 

Isolde kept her gaze ahead, focusing on the soft tinges of pink in the sky that signalled it was time to go back. She picked up her pace and dropped her gaze to her dirty boots so that she wouldn’t trip. She was so focused that she almost didn’t see another woman round a corner. Isolde stopped abruptly but it still avoid the other running into her. “Trying to escape the barbarians loud snoring” Isolde said with a smile  “Why are you out here?” 

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Isolde carefully carried the basket of fresh vegetables to the palace kitchens, out of habit she had almost walked through the front entrance instead of the servant’s. She knocked on the door and  as she waited Isolde carefully tried to fix her appearance to look respectable, even though her hair was matted and one of her eyes was swollen shut. When one of the barbarians had picked her to take food to the palace she had happily obliged, anything to get of the sun’s biting heat for a few moments that had been tormenting her for days now. A cook opened the door and Isolde couldn’t help but feel disappointed that it wasn’t someone that she recognised. The farms of Aura felt so isolated and she hadn’t seen anyone that she knew ever since the barbarians attacked. Isolde saw  a familiar figure standing in the kitchens and her heart leapt. She pushed past the cook and made her way over to them a smile appearing on her face. “I truly thought I’d never see you again.” 

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Daffodil: What's the most thoughtful present you've ever received?

My garden, when I first received it there was so much space to put plants anywhere that I wanted and now there’s hardly any room to walk around. I love it dearly. 

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Allium:

Allium: What's the best thing you can cook?

I’m not very good at cooking, I always end up forgetting about the food I was making and have almost set the kitchen on fire numerous times. But I suppose the best thing I can cook is something that is only a little burnt. 

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ofanxrchy:

“ none that come to mind. i enjoy gazing towards the FUTURE, not reminiscing over the past. traditions leave no room for change, which i believe is nefarious. “ she replied, sticking firmly to her opinion like SAP TO A TREE. seraphina’s relentlessly stubborn nature could be to blame for her habit of tuning out others opinions or views. it caused her to be both determined yet close-minded in her leadership, making the need for advisors imperative. “ i don’t think i have meant anyone tonight that does. while the meaning behind decapitation is considerably poetic, it’s still sickening to watch. not to mention, no one prepared me for the smell!! “ at least the two women could agree on one thing. “ they’re all quite IMPROMPTU in complete honesty. the most spectacular events are around tremendous bonfires. we partake in wild singing and dancing. it’s very freeing– and not at all as lavish or ornate as this. i’d invite you, queen isolde, but i doubt you’d enjoy yourself. leaving with bruises or covered in muck and dirt isn’t uncommon. “

“There is a certain benefit to remembering the past though, it allows people to remember what we have gone through and certain mistakes that we’ve made so that they won’t be repeated.” Isolde said softly as her gaze fell to her satin slippers. She didn’t tend to argue with people she had just met very often but this was a topic that she felt was very important. A small smile appeared on her face “Even if someone had prepared you for it, you would have still been horrified by the smell and it doesn’t get any better as years pass.” Isolde’s eyes widened slightly, she had never attended an event that sounded so enjoyable “Oh you must have never visited Eden then, everyone there is constantly covered in dirt or muck, myself included.” she said with a chuckle. 

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cordeliastone:

It was pitch-black outside, but the moon shone just brightly enough for Cordelia to be able to see in front of her, and thus, the way to Solis. She was glad - and a little surprised - that she hadn’t gotten lost yet. Or perhaps she had, and they were both walking in the wrong direction. She took a deep breath and nodded, holding her hands together as she continued to walk before stopping after a few steps and turning to face the other. “You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?” she asked, nodding towards her foot. The fall hadn’t looked too bad, but she’d hurt herself with much less; missing a step on the stairs, tripping with a rock… She could’ve easily sprained it, and she wouldn’t want her to walk for long if it the pain was too unbearable. “We can stop now and rest for a little bit before we continue.” It would slow them down some, but Cordelia wouldn’t mind; it was her fault that she was hurt in the first place. “Oh! And…–” she smiled, tilting her head to a side, –“you can call me Cordelia, if you want.”

Isolde followed closely behind the other woman, carefully trying to brush off leaves and twigs that had ended up on her skirts. Her ankle was causing her a fair amount of pain but she didn’t want the other to think that she was weak. Isolde forced a smile to appear on her face “No I’m fine,” she said softly “It’s just a little tender, my ankle will feel better soon.” As if to prove that she was telling the truth she picked up her pace even though it was difficult not to wince with every step. “Have you ever walked to Solis before?” Isolde asked curiously craning her neck up to higher  to see if there were any landmarks that she recognised. “Cordelia, that’s a beautiful name. I’m Is-” she began, but stopped herself, her first name was easily recognisable to anyone in the kingdoms and she didn’t want people to know that she had snuck out of Eden’s palace. “I’m Isabelle.”  

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When the barbarians had attacked Aura she had immediately submitted to their rule knowing that she would be able to avoid less pain than if she didn’t. She had been sent to a part of the kingdom that she had never seen before and instructed to sow crops. When Isolde had suggested to one of the barbarians in charge of them that the soil here wasn’t suitable for growing these types of food she had gotten a beating for her efforts. Her eye was still swollen shut and she had a long cut on her lip but she no longer had the courage to speak to anyone. Isolde wiped a bead of sweat that had begun to trickle down her brow leaving a mark of dirt in its place. The sun continued to beat down on her and her skin which wasn’t used to being outdoors was red and blistered. She leant forward a little from her crouched position on the dirt and pulled out a carrot, if it could even be called that, the plant was so limp and shrivelled that if she was in her own garden in Eden she would have thrown it away. 

A barbarian walked past and she instinctively tensed keeping her gaze to the ground, they’d been known to hit the workers for no reason and she hoped that today wouldn’t be her turn. “Keep working” a gruff voice commanded as a sword swung into her line of sight. Isolde nodded her head quickly and crawled on her knees to the next carrot carefully pulling it out of the dirt and throwing it into a pile that was lying nearby. All she wanted was to be able to go home to her beautiful Eden, to see her beautiful garden and all her people whom she loved dearly. It broke her heart that she couldn’t be there for them when they needed her the most. Isolde had been planning an escape for a few days now and she was hoping that it would work and she would be able to finally go home. 

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tclbott:

“Closing my eyes, bathroom breaks, sudden bouts of sickness that last all of ten minutes after the festival starts.” Dominic said, putting fingers up for each recounted excuse. “You make your own luck for these kinds of things, I suppose.” He watched Isolde fidget with her dress, eyes darting up only briefly to catch the pig being hauled away. Somehow far more gruesome than it looked on the farmlands. Dom’s eyes widened at the sight of cake though, a far better vision than the animal. “You keep pastries in your dress?!” he laughed, examining it in both hands. “God, women really are the smarter species, time and time again. This is brilliant.” Dom said, with renewed joy. “Thank you.”

A sigh escaped her lips she wished that she had thought of doing that herself instead of suffering through this event for years. “I think I might have to do that next year, I don’t think I’ll be able to watch them do that again.” Isolde chuckled at Dominic’s reaction pulling out a piece of cake out of her dress “Yes and it’s very difficult not to squish them though.” she said softly as she carefully broke off a small piece of cake and placed it in her mouth “I would have to agree, women are definitely smarter.” A smirk appeared on her face and she hastily brushed a crumb off her cheek “You’re welcome, just don’t tell anyone about it. I’m still afraid I’ll get in trouble.” 

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ofanxrchy:

“ tradition, schma-dition. “ she groaned with a roll of her bored eyes. “ i think traditions are a bore. after all, it’s simply relieving the same old, hashed-out thing repeatedly. it becomes DULL and impairs any imagination. “ seraphina argued. holiday traditions, festival traditions– they were all the same, and they were all boring. traditions, in phina’s opinion, were a like a never ending case of DEJA VU. “ i suppose i’m just used to more lively events. carefree yelling and singing, thrilled dancing. not such put together individuals. occasionally i forgot such different people can live in one kingdom. “

Isolde’s brow furrowed in confusion at the other woman's words “Surely there must be some sort of tradition that you enjoy?” she asked curiously. “Though to be completely honest I never tend to like this part of the festival, I don’t like having to see the pig get killed.” Her gaze swept around the room again, Isolde certainly thought that was more lively than she had seen other festivities. “What events do you go to then? They sound entertaining.” 

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Shakespearean Character Ask Meme

ANTONY: What bad habits do you need to break? BEATRICE: What is the achievement you’re most proud of? BENVOLIO: What comes to mind when you think of peace? BIANCA: What do you want most in life? CELIA: Do you want to fall in love? CIRCE: Would you rather be loved or feared? CLAUDIUS: What is the worst thing you’ve ever done? CORDELIA: Do you consider yourself a good person? CRESSIDA: What makes you feel trapped? DESDEMONA: Do you believe that the truth will set you free? EDGAR: Do you want to make your family proud? EDMUND: Do you ever wish you’d been born someone else? If so, who? GERTRUDE: Would you (or have you) ever cheated on a significant other? HAMLET: Do you prefer to think things through thoroughly or act on impulse? HECATE: Do you consider yourself an introvert or an extrovert? HELENUS: Do you believe in God? HIPPOLYTA: What is your biggest regret? HORATIO: Who do you love most? JULIET: What is your favorite luxury? LADY MACBETH: What is your favorite thing about yourself? MACBETH: Have you ever killed anyone? Would you? MALCOLM: What does honor mean to you? MEDEA: Do you have any quirks? MERCUTIO: Is there anyone you would die for? MIRANDA: Is happiness a choice? OBERON: Does reputation matter to you? OPHELIA: Is there anything you regret not doing? ORSINO: If you could have any material thing in the world, what would it be? PARIS: If you had the chance to rule the world, would you? PORTIA: When did you lose your innocence? PUCK: Do you consider yourself a mischievous person?  ROMEO: How far would you go for love? ROSALIND: What does your ideal day entail? ROSALINE: Which people from your past haunt you? SEBASTIAN: Is violence ever the answer? TITANIA: Do you believe in magic? TYBALT: If you could kill one person without consequences, who would it be? VIOLA: How skilled of a liar are you? VOLUMNIA: Describe the biggest sacrifice you’ve made.

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For once, Narcissa was truly enjoying herself. It had seemed like forever since the princess gave a genuine smile or laugh. Not even someone with the most bilious nature could ruin her night. It was the Festival of Life after all, they were meant to be happy. The music that was being played put Narcissa in a dancing mood. Soon enough, she was twirling around and swaying side to side. Locks of blonde hair came loose from her braided up-do, framing her face nicely. Narcissa could’ve kept dancing, in fact, she would’ve kept dancing if she hadn’t tripped over her own shoe. She fell forward, immediately sputtering out apologies; the heat quickly rose in her cheeks. Embarrassed, Narcissa straightened herself out, tucking the loose locks of hair behind her ears to get a better look at the person in front of her. “I am so, so sorry. I got a bit carried away there.”

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Isolde had spent most of the festivities in quiet parts of the room, unable to truly appreciate the festivities because she couldn’t stop focusing on the terrible events that had happening lately. People had started to dance though and she decided that she needed to at least pretend to be enjoying herself. She was just about to start dancing when a familiar form tripped in front of her. Isolde reached out to steady the girl. “That’s alright” Isolde said with a smile “You look like you were having a lot of fun.”