The coat may have belonged to someone else, but she wore it like it had always been hers. No one in Elizabeth’s court suspected the truth—yet—not with the way she held herself. But she never took off Arthur’s heavy privateer coat for the remainder of the evening. The smell of the sea, of rain soaked grass, of him reminding her that her husband was her home. In every way. A secret marital union between nation and monarch that, for now, remained as strong and visceral yet invisible as the gusts of ocean wind that allowed him to set sail.
A historical drawing of Lizzy I did forever and a half ago, inked and colored forever ago, and finally did the final digital edits today. But Arthur’s precious wife only deserves the best! Also, it should be mentioned that no, Lizzy would not have dressed exactly like this if she was in front of her court. Actually, she wouldn’t have dressed like this at all. Her hair, makeup, and dress would be much different. So I’m willing to call myself out for that haha. HOWEVER, this drawing was inspired by many historical films about Lizzy where when she’s a bit younger/newly Queen, she tends to have her hair down. When she’s alone with Arthur? Her hair’s always down. He’s enamored with it. Just like he’s enamored with her wearing his coat, a way to claim his Queen without causing a stir about the fact they’ve already been married a couple of years.
But never fear. The rumors will start circling around Lizzy like they always do. And eventually, Arthur will confirm the rumor that his Queen is his wife.
