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Two have visited you

francis-i

george-boleyn

She couldn’t do it, she was practically being forced to kill Mary of Scots. She couldn’t bring herself to sign the death warrant, Mary was a Queen, as was her mother. No Queen should death a bloody death. She sat down the parchment went she heard someone enter her chambers and she lifted her head up a little “I did not know that i had visitors this day.” she said honestly “Who are you and what are you in need of?”

george-boleyn

Matters had been slow for George as of late. He knew his return to court was rather unexpected, and that he had departed this world in poor standing, as a result of accusations for crimes he did not commit. But now he was returned to his family. To some extent, at least. He saw his wife, his father, his king. But he had yet to see either of his sisters, and it displeased him greatly. Just as he was hoping to find a member of the king’s counsel, he entered a room, only to spot a regally dressed woman before him. Her stature was unfamiliar, but her flaming red hair was unmistakable, and when she turned around, he could see the same young face of his niece, which had growing into a much more stoic one. “Your Majesty,” he bowed, curious as to whether she would remember her uncle and see the resemblance between him and her mother.

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She eyed this man, why did he look so familiar to her? Taking in his features she slowly opened the locket ring she wore of her mother and then looked at the man, how could this be? Slowly rising she took a deep breath and she directed for him to stand up "Please stand.." she said and she put her hands on her waist before relaxing them "If my thoughts are correct..you are my mother brother, George..and my uncle." she said "You look so alike..it would be impossible to miss." she admitted, her thoughts were not on the pressing matters about Mary of Scots but were now filled with this man, the little memories she had from her mothers family. Taking a deep breath, she didn't understand "How..is this possible.." she murmured and her ladies muttered and whispered and she looked at them "Leave us." she said her voice clear with the authority that her father had passed to her. Looking at her uncle again she raised her chin a little "Do not regard me as 'Majesty' for you are my family..and you are one of the very few who knew my mother and loved her."

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thebullen

"Mother?"

"Elizabeth!" The cry of joy leapt from her very heart, "My Own Heart!"

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Tear welled up in her eyes "Oh mother!" she exclaimed "I thought..Father..you..How can this be possible?"

#thebullen #Intro #feeeeeeeeeeels

one has entered your court

northernprincessxx

Lifting her eyes up from the parchment infront of her she examined this women infront of her and she smiled a little "I don't know why you have to come to me.." she said honestly "So tell me, what is it you must have off me?"

#northernprincessxx #Intro

Two have visited you

francis-i

george-boleyn

She couldn't do it, she was practically being forced to kill Mary of Scots. She couldn't bring herself to sign the death warrant, Mary was a Queen, as was her mother. No Queen should death a bloody death. She sat down the parchment went she heard someone enter her chambers and she lifted her head up a little "I did not know that i had visitors this day." she said honestly "Who are you and what are you in need of?"

#francisi #georgeboleyn #Intro

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AU | Elizabeth and Mary of York |

This confused Elizabeth, she was in the same place but it was a different time. What witchcraft sent her to his time, a time before her father, a time before her mother. Was this possible? She was in her rooms getting ready for the night ahead, and now she was here. Looking around she watched the ongoing courtiers walk past, her pale complexion shone as the light of the day hit her face as it was late summer from what she was judging. She took a deep breath and walked forward, her skirts trailed behind her. She was dressed very differently to these people, their breasts weren’t raised as hers were and they..they just were totally different from her. She approached a woman and she cleared her throat “Excuse me, my lady.” she said and tilted her head “May you tell me what year it is?” she asked her and the lady nodded “1481, my lady.” the woman answered, she stood still she was 52 years before her birth. She smiled at the woman “Thankyou.” she nodded her head at the woman before continuing on her way, her head was sore as she over thought the possibility of how she got here, she went over to a fountain and sat on the side of it and stared into it..She was in the court of Edward IV, meaning that Richard III was also alive and well, her families enemies..She gulped a little, she held onto whatever courage she had for she was a Tudor and she wouldn’t fear anybody. Looking around, she would look for a woman she knew, her great grandmother Margaret Beaufort, she would help her..or would she? If she believed this to be witchcraft she wouldn’t, sighing Elizabeth simply stared into the fountain thinking out the possibilities of what she could do.

aroseofyork

Laughing loudly with her sister Cecily, Mary strolled through the long corridors of the place she called home. Noting the glare of red out of the corner of her eye, she gave a small sigh as she saw the solemn figure of her sister sitting by the fountain.

Leaving her younger sister, Mary walked quickly to the large fountain that stood as a feature in this tight corner of the garden. The closer she made it towards the woman, she began to notice the subtle differences that was between this person and her own elder sister. The hair colour however was unalike to Lizzie’s and the dress was not the fashion of the current day.

"Lizzie…" The words tumbled from the lips of this Princess before she could stop them as she gazed around at the face of this girl. While it was not the unusual dress that had caught her attention, it was the red hair that almost blazed in the sun. It reminded Mary so much of her own sister’s, though Lizzie’s had a more blonde base too it.

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Elizabeth heard the familiar nickname that she was given and a smile almost came to her lips, her brother and sister had always called her Lizzie. She turned and looked at the women and she raised her eyebrow, she did not know this woman..though she looked kind of familiar to her. She cleared her throat and she smiled "How can i help you, my lady?" she asked her, she was no longer in charge now, she was before her time..she didn't know how this worked out for her.

It should be Elizabeth asking for help, for her to figure out how to get back to her time. She clasped her hands infront of her and she decided to introduce herself "I am Elizabeth Tudor, my lady..perhaps you might know my family name?" she asked her, if only she could find someone from her family around here, but she knew she had little chance of her family knowing her, she was of course before her time.

#roleplay #maryplantagenet #au;tudortimetravel

Starters and intros will be done tomorrow

#ooc

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"Elizabeth?" Mary asked, shock clear on the young girls face. She had not seen the girl many times before, but she would recognise the girls red hair anywhere. She was quick to curtsey at her cousin, her hands gripping the edges of her dresses tightly. "It has been quite some time, has it not?"

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Elizabeth knew this girl from anywhere, it was her cousin Mary of Scots. She passed a look over the girl and a smile come to her pale face "You are a Queen too are you not? You have no need to curtsy to me, cousin." she said and she directed for her to stand up "A long time it has been indeed, how fair you?"

#queenxofxscots #intro #its fine!:)

She loved the gardens, they reminded her of her childhood and the little memory she had of her mother..A dream phase more like, of when her mother would take her to the fountains and let her look at the fish that was apparently swimming around inside the fountain, due to her childish mind. She had a book in her hand and on that hand also she wore a ring that had a picture of her and her mother, both facing eachother one the inside of it. Elizabeth never mentioned her mother, but she did wish to know about her. From what she did hear her mother was an admirable woman, whos wit caught the eye of her father because she as so unlike the women at this court, the women who would act like puppets. She refused to be under the leadership of any man, she refused to give any man more power over her. She missed her brother Edward who was currently reigning as King, Elizabeth was no older than 18 at this current time. Her long red hair was down, the hair that reminded so many of how alike she was to her father. Walking around the garden until she found a place to sit she looked up at the sky, how she would loathe to die such a bloody death as her mother, she feared that if she did marry a man she would be treated as her mother was. Sighing, she opened the book before closing it again, her thoughts were too far away to read at this moment.

#open rp #historicial rp #history rp #open #roleplay

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AU | Elizabeth and Mary of York |

This confused Elizabeth, she was in the same place but it was a different time. What witchcraft sent her to his time, a time before her father, a time before her mother. Was this possible? She was in her rooms getting ready for the night ahead, and now she was here. Looking around she watched the ongoing courtiers walk past, her pale complexion shone as the light of the day hit her face as it was late summer from what she was judging. She took a deep breath and walked forward, her skirts trailed behind her. She was dressed very differently to these people, their breasts weren't raised as hers were and they..they just were totally different from her. She approached a woman and she cleared her throat "Excuse me, my lady." she said and tilted her head "May you tell me what year it is?" she asked her and the lady nodded "1481, my lady." the woman answered, she stood still she was 52 years before her birth. She smiled at the woman "Thankyou." she nodded her head at the woman before continuing on her way, her head was sore as she over thought the possibility of how she got here, she went over to a fountain and sat on the side of it and stared into it..She was in the court of Edward IV, meaning that Richard III was also alive and well, her families enemies..She gulped a little, she held onto whatever courage she had for she was a Tudor and she wouldn't fear anybody. Looking around, she would look for a woman she knew, her great grandmother Margaret Beaufort, she would help her..or would she? If she believed this to be witchcraft she wouldn't, sighing Elizabeth simply stared into the fountain thinking out the possibilities of what she could do.