Coronation Party [Open]

[commandsthewind]

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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Re: Tables & Chairs

[commandsthewind]

[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).]

[commandsthewind]

[She can hardly comment that her guest looks under the weather.]

We rule the same Kingdom, though from... very different times. It was natural we should become acquainted.

[Some how she doubted Arthur cared too much, he'd pointed out to her so often that it wasn't necessary.]

[ladywinter]

[True- and it's one of the things that makes Catelyn grateful for etiquette.]

I had not realized. That must seem strange to you.

[Oh, she knows. Arthur told her as much. But these things matter a great deal to her.]

[commandsthewind]

[It's wonderful isn't it? It's like when no one comments on her temper.]

... It is, but for different reasons. We do not rule the same time, he is some... oh four hundred years before me and... he is a figure of myth. Never tell him this -- I do not think I could stand to see his smirk. But he is said to be our most noble protector, who will rise when England's need is dire. Every child in my time and times after will no doubt know his name for his valour and his courage. So... it is a little humbling, in that regard.

[he made her feel very small, in many ways that she couldn't accurately say.]

[ladywinter]

[She smiles a little to hear that(and wonders idly if it looks as unnatural as it feels). He reminds her of her Robb, in some ways, so hearing that makes her oddly happy.]

I had no idea. Would you believe he allowed me to address him by a lesser title for many months without correction? I did not know he was royalty until long after we first met.

[commandsthewind]

He does not know of his reputation, it was something that was dragged out by the English in the years since his death. Hundreds so... the tales of him and his knights are told long and great.

[she looked to where she thought she had seen, amused by it. For so many other reasons too. That they should share the same day of coronation. It unsettled her in some deep way she could not place. It was not an awful feeling, but it was not so light either.]

I would believe it. He insists the same with me, though still I persist. He doesn't seem to... mind really. Or if he does, he does not let it show and has made more peace with it than many monarchs I know.

[ladywinter]

It seems strange to me. My Lord Husband was raised with the late King Robert, practically brothers, and he still addressed him by title.

But he is...very young. [Then again, her Robb was the same age and he was King of the North now. Or traitor to the crown, depending on who you asked.]

[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]

[commandsthewind]

[She does, and her eyebrows raise a little, but then she lets it go, no need to press such things, not when her spirit was so high.] No, not on this day.

[... that was oddly endearing, who knew such a little thing would catch him off guard? He who was so controlled most of the time.] It does, your grace. Very much.

If it please you. [The whole thing is laughable, really, so it takes her a second, to look away from him, at the people in front of her. Takes a long breath, thinks of that glass wall she puts between her and all others, before turning back to him, expression flat, unaffected by the merriment, not much of anything there -- sadness, happiness or otherwise.] It is not so difficult when you have been doing it as long as I. [her tone is disaffected too.]

[reigne]

You are very kind, your Majesty.

[To find his demeanour acceptable, and not to attempt to force him into doing more than occasionally mingling, despite their vastly different approaches to the day is appreciated. Even if he won't directly say as such]

It would. [He's going to ignore the continued flattery for now, even if it amuses him, because it's not very often he believes it to be sincere. He snorts into the cup of wine, when he lifts it for a sip]

Difficult or not, it does nothing for your beauty, madam. I suggest returning to your merriment, and we shall leave the seriousness to me.

[commandsthewind]

So I try to be, your Majesty.

[Each to their own, or as it was with monarchs. Some were like her, who depend much on being a public figure in that regard, but others were different.]

Aye, it would.

[She raised her eyebrows at him then, struggling to keep her face straight still until she gave a short and sharp laugh.] Such a way with words you have -- and with women. Well I never. But I think I will, and for no words of yours no less. I've a wish to smile, and I will do so regardless.

[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.

[commandsthewind]

[she turns to him a little. Not much, but enough for it to be obvious that he has her attention for the moment.]

I thought not. How have you been fairing, my lord?

[wilder]

[a slight shrug and smile]

Well enough. My sister's arrived, so it's been a bit...eventful.

[commandsthewind]

Your sister? Is it not a happy occasion?

[as much as it wasn't their usual habit to pry into each other's business, she did worry about him. Would help, if he needed it.]

[wilder]

It's a...complex occasion.

She'd probably be better off back home. [Since this place can be dangerous B( ]

[commandsthewind]

I think we could all say that if our family arrived here.

[Though Elizabeth would be more in a sheer bloody panic about everything if her father and any of her mothers arrived.]

[wilder]

[Oh yeah he remember reading that crazy shit in the earth history texts man, but he'll be polite enough not to mention it]

Heh. True. Wouldn't be family any other way.