all these blessings

[commandsthewind]

Who: Elizabeth Tudor & Echidna
What: Terrible terrible things, that involve wine, B&E and whatever follows.
When: Evening, after supper.
Where: Elizabeth's room.
Rating: ... M? Let's just go with that.

Elizabeth sat on the head of her short table, the bottle of wine and glass beside her as she read something she'd found in the library. Out of sheer habit if nothing else, she'd lit candles beside her. She really just forgot about the light switches most of the time, and candles served all the same as far as she was concerned.

Taking her eyes off the page, she idly playing with the flame, she wondered at the time and when her visitor would come. Sometime, it mattered little, and still as curious as she had been when they'd spoken earlier. It was at the least a distraction from these thoughts of home, where they tended to stray if she let them.

Sighing, she turned the page, beginning to read again.

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[hedonic]

She listened with intent, information gathering useful no matter what world is brought up. In such a mixing pot of realms, can one ever know too much? Still, her expression was only one of vague interest, her languid manner of draping about her chair suggesting she could have even been asleep if her eyes weren't open and keenly on the queen when not on her wine or the snake.

Finally, with a mirthful chuckle, Echidna shook her head. "Lineage isn't ignored in our realm, either. Nobles adhere to it, though of course it is not strictly passed down through males." Thank the gods. Still too often for her liking, though. They were always the most idiotic to haggle with. "And don't misunderstand; war is war, and battle is battle. While the Queen's Blade was created to keep a certain level of balance in our realm, it is in it's very own category and not to be mistaken for anything else. Humans will always find things to fight over."

Her words were nearly tainted with a bitter aftertaste, the elf distantly retracing her last conversation with Alleyne, before it quickly warped into another smile and haughty jingle of a laugh. "No offense, dearest. I like a good fight as much as the next. What a shame that you don't, but I've no doubt you have countless other skills."