#elizabeth01

[ladymegwelles]

& @thunyielding

Of all the princesses the world over, Princess Elizabeth was the most adored; Meg had not had the pleasure of meeting all the princesses in the world, of course, but she was confident that her assertion was true. The king's sister drew attention and adoration from all in her presence, something that Meg was also certain would have been the case even if she had not one drop of royal blood. Today in particular, she seemed to shine brighter than the sun itself, soft auburn tresses flowing loose down her back, the gold of her gown nearly sparkling in the early evening light. Meg stood a few paces behind the princess as courtiers rushed to greet her, pouring compliments upon her as many were wont to do.

Once the greetings were made and the crowd dispersed, Meg fell into step beside Elizabeth, gently looping her arm through her friend's. "One could not have dreamt a more beautiful evening," she declared with a sigh, a smile upon her lips. "The king spoils us with such things. Though I daresay I might have thought the guest of honor to be you, sweet Bess, with such a welcome."

[samanthafm]

💌 Libby

Samantha: BABY GIRL

Samantha: You've been working too hard and you deserve a break too. Wanna have a girls' night out with me?

Samantha: We can go ANYWHERE or totally stay at La Luna!! Depends on you!

[iscbeld]

@stewahrt

It could not be said that there had not been times when Isobel Douglas could find pity in her heart for the Lancastrian girl who had become the Scottish queen. Much like Isobel, Elizabeth's life had not taken its intended path; if all had gone according to plan, her father would still have been the King of England with her brother learning at his right hand, while she would have been married off to a foreign prince in a country she might actually enjoy. She had suffered more than she had ought; still, while some rose to their challenges, Elizabeth, in Isobel's opinion, had not. The king's mistress could not help but view his wife as a wilting flower with no backbone and a child-like attachment to her mother, which, while convenient for Isobel most of the time, was also quite annoying.

Isobel had never shown the queen scorn; she was civil and polite, keeping to her own affairs as much as possible so they rarely were required to cross paths. However, there were times where it was unavoidable, such as state affairs, and Isobel simply had to smile through it until she was back in the privacy of her own chambers. "More wine, Your Grace? It is quite hot." she offered as the Scottish ladies settled beneath the shade of a tree on the grounds of their French hosts' property. "Or might you prefer something else instead?"

[hongbin-ia]

you’re a human, right? | H & E

Hongbin didn’t know why he had done this. Why did he choose a subject about human behaviour and their customs when he already found it so difficult? Sure, he wanted to understand them, but in hindsight... perhaps this was truly a bad decision. He winced inwardly, looking down at his homework sheet, pacing up and down one of the library rows, his code whizzing as he thought.  He really couldn’t do this.  He rounded the corner, bionic eyes landing on someone he had never met, but looked quite human indeed. Surely she’d know. Maybe she could help. “Excuse me ma’am!” He called, holding his sheet up in the air as he ran over to her, his motions quite jerky. “You’re a human, right? I’m in Earth Customs and Human Social Protocols but I’m having a really hard time, could you help? Please?” @elizabeth-ia

[shouichitsugami]

➣ Corn Soup

megid0laon

[ Ω ]—— It’s easy to get lost in this large maze people more commonly refer as a mall. Shouichi had a hard time memorizing the paths until he noticed he was walking across the same spot for the fifth time. As a way to give himself a reference point, he’s picked the place where two long escalators scroll to bring the packs of people to the upper or lower floors, setting himself at the latter one. 

      While looking around in search of the next shop to raid, a peculiar sight catches his eyes as soon as he turns to look at the escalator leading upwards. A woman wearing a peculiar blue clad is descending the stairs instead of letting them lead her up, as if she’s walking on a treadmill with a monotonous motion that puzzles Shouichi a lot. Sometimes she stops and resumes, with no effort to reach the bottom. He’s seen a fair share of unusual uses here already, but this one is definitely new; he can’t help calling out to her after a minute of staring as her actions aren’t improving any bit.

      “Something the matter, miss? Do you need any help? If there’s a problem with the escalators I could call someone to look at it!”