Coronation Party [Open]

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Who: Elizabeth Tudor, Arthur Pendragon and you!
What: Coronation Party Times!
When: 17th of November, evening. backdated shhh~
Where: The Ballroom.
Rating: PG.

[The ballroom has been briefly transformed, or something like that. At least enough to Elizabeth's tastes and she had no issue at all using the ghosts if it got her what she wanted, in red and gold. A table of food and drink has been set up on one side of the room, wine aplenty of course, and in the middle of the table is the cake made by Ino. There's tables and chairs around the room, and the doors are open to the balcony, so guests can go out there for air as well. Somewhere softly behind all that, there is music playing. It's a light heart-ed celebration, but that is all that is really wanted.]

[ The Balcony | Tables & Chairs | Other places around the room ]

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The Balcony

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[reigne]

[Arthur is a little more fancier dressed than he normally prefers, complete with a cape and gold circlet of a crown, although simple, he forgoes on normal occasions entirely. But he supposes when he's been spared the birthday party, in exchange for this, he can input some kind of effort.

He's still a little more subdued than one would expect, and dips out on the balcony as often, and for as long as politeness dictates he can. The cool air and the quiet is better company than he is]

[ladywinter]

[In some ways, it's so easy for her to see Robb in him. This...quietness is one of those ways. After noticing him slip out to the balcony and back several times, Cat decides to follow him out at the next opportunity.]

In the days before the Seven Kingdoms were united, the Starks ruled the North. Each king wore a crown of iron that he might feel the weight of it. You look as though you know that weight already.

[reigne]

[It surprises him a little, the fact that he doesn't immediately feel the urge to straighten up, from where he's rested his elbows on the balcony ledge. Nor does he feel like forcing the practiced smile back onto his face.

She shouldn't make him feel comfortable in his own skin. When he turns to regard her, it's a thoughtful expression he wears, but still solemn]

I have borne the weight of my kingdom for some time. [More honest than he means to be. His father wasn't always well, and even less so in the later years. And if he's being honester still, he'd been feeling the pressure since before he'd even become of age]

[ladywinter]

You carry it well.

[She's seen so many men react to power. There was Robert who drank and ate and whored his way to death. There was Joffery, who seemed determined to strike as many blows as he was able before his time came. Stannis and Renly- brothers meeting in the battlefield. And then there were Ned and Robb, who accepted what they must as duty, rather than as a prize for themselves.

She makes her way to the ledge, letting the cool air blow back her hair.]

Better than some men who have seen twice your years.

[save_the_souls]

[Allen of course can be found on the balcony. It's where he usually gravitated during these events, so this is rather normal. When he sees Arthur out of the corner of his eye...he can't really be surprised. Arthur was never into these sorts of things]

[It'll be a full minute before he finally thinks of a good conversation starter]

Let me guess, this wasn't your idea.

[reigne]

Whatever gave it away?

[It's disconcerting to think that there are those here, who knew such things about him. Who were perceptive over time, in a way that the people he'd known all his life were not.

But perhaps it's nothing more than the fact that while a party is in full swing, Arthur has done nothing more than escape for breathers. He'll turn to glance at him, after a few moments. Politely curious] Are you not enjoying yourself?

[save_the_souls]

[He could say that he knew him, but he'll go with the more observational answer]

Well, it is a party held in your honour yet you've spent much of it outside away from it.

[He'll sip his water, giving a small shrug as he glances in]

It's a nice party, whomever organised it did a lovely job. But I've...never been much into these sorts of gatherings.

Tables & Chairs

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Re: Tables & Chairs

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[Elizabeth is sat happily, with a glass of wine in hand, nibbling on some kind of wine and generally making merry. How could she not after all? It was her favourite day of the year after all. Less stressful this year because this was nothing to organize, no politics to navigate in that regard. Just herself and good company.]

[ladywinter]

[And Catelyn will approach, a glass of wine in hand, and do a little curtsy.]

May I join you, your grace?

[commandsthewind]

Of course, my lady.

[Elizabeth smiled warmly, gesturing to the seat beside her.] I am glad to see you looking so well.

[ladywinter]

[Looking well is a relative statement, of course. Things are a little...insane in her life right now, with one daughter believing that she is someone else entirely and the other...well, the other daughter is Arya. But she's certainly doing her best not to let it show.]

And I you. [She'll take that seat.] I did not realize you were acquainted with [a slight pause] King Arthur.

[It's very strange to say. She had become rather fond of him before he told her that he was royalty (and thus, she'd become used to using the wrong title).]

[reigne]

[The things he does for you, Elizabeth. And really, did they need the two thrones to make them stand out as the guests of honour even further? It was fairly obvious, with their matching finery.

He's leaned heavily onto his right side in the chair, all weight propped up onto his elbow on the arm of it, a half slouch that suggests he's comfortable, even if he isn't in the best of moods. When he's paying attention to her, he can at least pretend this has nothing to do with him.

The smile is muted, but he's still going to grace her with it, a tease]

You seem far too pleased with yourself, for such a simple gathering, your Grace.

[commandsthewind]

[She looks away from her guest, for a moment, still smiling widely for the moment. There is an easiness to this, that perhaps there isn't usually in her. She's so proud on this day, so very proud. But not in some cold removed way either.]

I am merely balancing you, my lord. You seem so serious, that maybe I think ought to be more gleeful, then between us we can have a middle ground? [but she tilts her head, amused however slightly.] But there now, you prove me wrong, for you smile. It suits you, your grace. Perhaps I ought to play the serious one then?

[reigne]

[He makes a small aborted gesture, the cup of wine dangling lazily between his fingers between their chairs, and the smile stretches a little farther in his amusement]

Balancing me? I was not aware that I required it, that such seriousness on a day like this would be considered... [Off putting? He figures she'll catch what he means and allows it to trail off.

More important things to focus on, when you flatter him so. For some reason, he wasn't expecting it] Does it? I can truly say, none of said such to me before.

If you think you can force a frown upon your face, I should like you to try. [He wants to see if you'll do it, and see how long you can hold the expression]

[wilder]

[And here comes Zelos. His hair is braided back and he's got formal wear that looks nice but made sure doesn't outshine the queen- since hey it's her day. He'll approaches with a smile]

Good evening, your grace. You seem in high spirits.

[commandsthewind]

[She's just so pleased to see him, in his company she's always so much easier in some ways.]

My lord. It would indeed seem I am. I'm glad you can join me in it.

[wilder]

[he moves to sit in the seat next to her]

I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

Other Places

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[heloise]

[ Where else would you find one Lucrezia Borgia if not by the dance floor?

She wears a gown of muted gold today, so as not to outshine the guests of honor with shades of red much too bright. It is a sign of her respect for Elizabeth, not so commonly granted, though deference will not stop her from dancing to her heart's content once she finds a partner. ]

[commandsthewind]

[And that is where Elizabeth joins her, Lucrezia would be the only one after all, that knew anything of the dances she liked after all. So it's with a joy that Elizabeth came up to take her hand as the next dance started.]

If it is all the same to you, my lady. [there was a bow of her head, as was proper to ones dancing partner.] Something tells me the men are too dull to know such fine things as how to dance properly.

[heloise]

[ Lucrezia just laughs and accepts the offer. It would be no loss to her after all, and it is not entirely unprecedented for a woman to dance with another. The men did like to watch! ]

Then you have yet to meet my brother.

[ She curtsies in turn, slightly deeper as befits her station and age, and speaks barely above a whisper. ]

Or the other men I secretly fancy.

[reigne]

[She's someone he finds very easy to recognize, particularly in his short stay here. She's sought him out many a time, for polite conversation. It's one of few things that have dragged him to the edges of the dance floor.

When he's tired of watching her, and when she's taking a rest between partners, he'll pick his way toward her, and bow slightly at the waist when he reaches her. He offers his hand]

I am not much of a dancer, but I would consider it of the highest honour, if you would agree to dance with me all the same.

[heloise]

[ Lucrezia just returned from the dance floor, trailing laughter behind her. Dancing makes her terribly gleeful. She giggles a little at his bow and makes a show of placing her hand on his.

He is familiar if only because Morgana reminds her of him. ]

Arthur. I would dance with you all the same if you had one foot.