#beloved queen

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[rebritah]

On the front facade of Nefertari’s temple in Abu Simbel, her husband King Ramesses II ordered to engrave the following phrase: “His Majesty King Ramesses II ordered establishment of this temple from a fine stone to his wife, Nefertari, for whom the sun shines.”

[sagelyexalt]

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With a soft chuckle and smile, the knight began to play off his admittance. “I don’t believe I should be burdening you with such a thing, Eevy.” Not when she was the very thing so close yet forever seemingly out of reach. “Now, would you like me to poor you some more tea?”

Emmeryn smiled, a slight bashful tilt in her expression. “Yes, I’d love some more tea... will you sit and enjoy some with me?” she offered.

Even as Frederick deflected, not wanting to burden her, Emmeryn’s heart skipped. It did every time he called her that. A secret nickname that only Frederick would recognize by now.

“...You can confide in me,” she assured him softly. “You could never be a burden on me, Sir Frederick. Please... what.. what is it you want?”

[sagelyexalt]

☕ i don't know about a specific context, but frederick would confort her every time she was sad and he was near or noticed [royallybxnd]

My muse is feeling touch-starved.☕ - reassuring touch, such as holding their hand, gripping their shoulder, guiding them by the arm or by a hand on the small of their back, etc

Sometimes it overwhelmed her. She had been doing this for sixteen years, and yet still... it could drown her. The stress, the expectations. It would fill up her lungs and claw at her throat, making it hard to breathe, hard to think, hard to do anything other than gasp and pace about her office.

The tears were dripping down her cheeks, with shaking little weeps sputtering out of her in place of words. Emmeryn didn’t notice when the door opened, her panic attack was enough to manage in itself.

"Your Grace, what’s wrong?!” the urgency in his voice was clear. She felt his hand on her shoulder and it made her look through the tears up at him, her face puckered and gasping in anxious shame.

“I... I... There’s a sp-speech in the m-m-morning, S-S-ir Fred-erick, I--” she tried so hard to answer. Despite being Exalt since she was nine, Emmeryn was still afraid of large crowds. Most of the time, she was fine. She had managed her way out of fright. But sometimes, when she least expected it, that pure string of panic came back for her. 

The fear was always there, just waiting for her to remember it.

“Your Grace, please breathe slowly,” Frederick tried to help, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t catch her breath.

“I ca-an’t!”

Despite every boundary that dictated how a knight must behave, Frederick cautiously wrapped his arms around his Exalt. Compression, the clerics said, could help with anxiety and panic. While there was no weighted blanket readily available, Frederick could still help.

And help, it did.

Emmeryn hid her face against his shoulder, and she took a deep breath. Her shaking cries began to quell, and Frederick began to gently rub her back.

“...Do not worry, Your Grace. The people love you... no one will throw stones.”

“Thank you, Sir Frederick, I... I... I hope so...”

[sagelyexalt]

@godpick

“  —   but it is one all must hear,   “   he finishes.  in the calmness of her chambers,   they are alone.  all but the soft breeze that  drifts past the open windows exposing a vibrant blue.  she lights up along with the rest of the room and is soft like a touch of sunlight on skin on a cloudless morning.  

he takes a step closer to approach once he feels silence has overstay its welcome.  "  are you faring well ?  “  

Emmeryn looked up at Frederick with a soft, albeit tired, smile. She sat in her usual chair, a favorite overstuffed armchair upholstered in a faded grey brocade. On the table beside her was a cup of half-sipper tea, and the window was letting in drafts of air. The sun had gone down, but the last rays of light had yet to fade completely, making the sky a deep dark blue.

“Good evening, Sir Frederick,” she greeted him. “You are to be my guard for the night?” It was almost always either Phila or Frederick. They were the highest ranking knights in the castle, and therefore considered the best suited for protecting the Exalt.

“I am well enough,” she said quietly, her hands fiddled with papers in her lap, the source of her philosophical musings. Peace negotiations with Plegia were not going well. “Nothing for you to worry over excessively, I promise.”

[sagelyexalt]

“I think you’re in my bath.”

Emmeryn gasped, her entire body startling nearly out of her skin as the door of the private bath opened. It was a small room, simple and intimate. A porcelain tub with golden claw feet and a deep basin. Lovely blue and white tiles on the floor. Sheer curtains and a dressing screen for personal comfort. Plush towels at the ready.

It was meant for one.

Emmeryn’s hands bolted up as if two palms could hide her nakedness that easily, and her face turned a deep shade of scarlet. 

“L-Lucien, what are you doing?” she stammered. Virion only smiled and sauntered his way in, dressed only in a silk dressing robe.

“Well, you’re in my bath, so why don’t we share?” he offered. “After all, that’s what newly weds do. They share.”

Emmeryn still flushed, but she didn’t send him away. They WERE married now, even if only freshly so. And last night had been beautiful. She just had to break her old habits of iron clad virtue.

“I suppose I do owe you an apology for stealing your hot water,” she mentioned shyly.

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