paradisalogs | wrist watch time, slowing as she goes to sleep

Who: Elizabeth Tudor (

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What: Intro things, and one very very annoyed and exhausted Queen.
When: August 15th
Where: The Foyer
Rating: G

It was the shock of it that left her reeling, that was all, or so she told herself. Elizabeth was after all a brilliant liar amongst her other sins, especially to herself. Though this would take skill... One minute, getting ready for another hard days ride back to Court, another day closer till when she was free of this blasted armour. She knew it was safety, they had idea what soldiers were still left on the country side... but she longed for her own bed. Another day going past the wary faces of her people, under grey skies to pass the good news along was dragging her down. They wouldn't forget though, and neither would she. This victory came at too high a price.

But it was a victory, and Elizabeth swallow the bitter taste in her mouth for it -- and prayed her people would forgive her their sons and brothers now gone, for she never would.

Though those thoughts would not help her right now, so she rubbed a hand over her dry eyes in an effort that this strangeness would some how disappear as suddenly as it came, that this was all a product of her now apparently deranged mind. Give her another assassin, she might even welcome the relief if nothing else, but this? The dim pre-dawn light turned suddenly bright and she was inside where she'd just been about ready to mount a horse. Not here, this was no Estate in England, she had made a point of knowing them all well.

"How fitting, I defeat my greatest foe, only to find it's sent me mad..." Though it was more of a mutter to herself, her dry tone not lifting even now.

But still, she forced herself up right, and tried to make sense of this illusion, she was strong for her soldiers in the face of death she'd be strong for herself now... no matter what this was. She could pretend after all, that she was not wearing that same haggard look she had for months now, that her face not so sunken, the ache suddenly building at her temples was usual, her voice not so perpetually tired and the shake in her hands was... well, they stayed curled at her side for the time being.

She'd face this, whatever this was, like the daughter of a king she was raised and the sovereign she had been for the long years already gone. Not graceful for the clunk of metal that echoed as she walked, but determined with her back straight.

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"'Paradisa'." She ran her hand across her forehead, trying to think if she'd ever heard the name before.

"I'd rather not believe you, it sounds like a tall tale." Because honestly, a woman with green hair and pointed ears? Suddenly those awful stories she'd been told as a child of fae that lurked out to trick the unsuspecting was horribly true. "But I have no other option but to believe you, for you are surely something I've never seen before. So there must be some truth to it at least."

Martel nods, watching the woman. She hadn't noticed before, but she looks more tired than anyone really should be. "Whether you believe it or not, that doesn't change that you're here." She tilts her head. "You're not really all right, are you. Maybe you should sit down, at least for a moment."

"That isn't the first time I've heard such a thing." Her tone is dry and chuckles to herself about it, looking away for a moment.

"Sitting, standing, it makes little difference." Elizabeth sighs shaking her head. "I simply wish to get back to England, and Court. I've work to do." Everything else was immaterial.

"Well, we have reason to believe that no time passes while you're here in this Castle, so it won't hurt just to rest for a little bit." Martel won't give up on that. "Is England where you're from?"

"... No time passes, how is that-- Never mind, I am sure I wouldn't understand." And it just used up more useless words, if it wasn't confirmed at least.

There's a small smile at the mention of England. "Yes, it is."

"We don't even understand. It's just...a magic castle." That's the best explanation she could possibly get from anyone. "So, sit. You won't get anywhere if you fall down. Especially in full battle armor. No one's going to attack you."

"I think I might have knew some people from England before that were here. I think they're gone now, though." She pauses, and sees the smile, returning it. "I've never been there, and probably never will. What's it like?"

"And that covers all manner of sins does it?" She can't help the tone. She's trying to manage it as best she can, but she disliked feeling so helpless, and she'd fight back with the tools she had available.

The answer to her question is an automatic response. "It is beautiful, and I am blessed to be such a countries sovereign." She pressed her lips together thinking. "Though, not so much at the moment..."

"...I suppose it does, yes. So it can't hurt, just for a moment. You can keep going when you've rested. You won't do any good to anyone if you've forced yourself to collapse." She may not be able to convince her of the truth of this place, but maybe she can keep her from making herself more exhausted than she already is.

"...You're a Queen?" Martel makes an elegant curtsy, as she doesn't want to upset her or seem rude. She just...doesn't really spend time around nobility or royalty. She is too far beneath their notice, unless she's causing trouble. "Your majesty. ...A war?" The only reason she could have for walking around in full battle armor.

"Believe me I won't collapse, I would of done it awhile ago if I was." She was being stubborn about it, it came by habit as much as anything else. "Indeed I am, of England, Ireland and France." Then she nodded, trying not to dwell too long on the violence. "For the last three months, nothing but navel battles, recently enough ones on lands. Victory is mine, as far as it has cost much."

Which is why she couldn't stay in this place. She was needed, to rebuild, to strengthen what she could.

"Well, I still think you should rest. But, I can't exactly tell you what to do, can I?" Martel gives her a wry smile.

"I've only heard of those countries in passing before. But I'm glad you won, though... I don't exactly like war. But I doubt anyone does." She gives a small laugh. "I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Martel Yggdrasill."

"Oh you can tell me plenty of things, whether I chose to listen and act on them is another matter entirely." She laughed shortly, smiling back though it was not so amused. "Forgive my ill temper, it's not directed at you."

She nods. "Thank-you, I'm glad I won as well, I like my head on my shoulders... and no, war is too uncertain for my liking." Even now, she really shouldn't have won. But God's will was something else entirely.

"A pleasure. I'm Elizabeth Tudor."

"I can imagine. You're probably very confused and tired. I don't mind. I've dealt with much, much worse." Martel gives her a small smile too, before it fades.

She stares past her, as if seeing something else. "War is terrible. All the people killed, the blood spilled... and what is it truly for? Possibly some issue that most people who fight in the army will never even know about."

"Ah, well there is that. I am glad I am not the worst company you've had. I can say easily you are not the worst I have had either." But that is because life tended to be drawn into the categories of those who helped her and those who hindered her, and even with the latter, the only truly detestable were those trying to kill her.

Elizabeth nodded, trying not to take it too personally. "I know well, I'm a ruler after all and I have fought and lost in battles of such pointless cause. But my people know well why they fought this one, to stop invasion. Though I'd correct you on one point -- many of them know well why they're fighting, whether it is the completely or true reason why, I cannot say for all." And some just fought for money. In truth Elizabeth's opinion of people was low even at the best of times, her experience of people did not let her be idealistic any more.

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