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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[heloise]

[ Lucrezia may thrive better in a court of women, where it is validated for women to have power and not punished for aspiring to be more than pawns. She thinks Elizabeth, above all, understands that. ]

Should love make one feel most powerful of all, Elizabeth, or should it make one feel insignificant, in the face of our most beloved? [ She holds up her palm so the both of them can circle around each other. ]

And is that power which loves gives a foolish thing?

[commandsthewind]

[As always, Lucrezia posed such interesting questions. So it took her a moment to think that through. It had been such a long time since she'd thought on love and its definitions.]

I think that love should be both. For if it were so easily defined, it would not be love. Or at least I do not think it would. It binds as it gives freedom. It diminishes you even as you feel a fullness in yourself. [Palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.]

I think yes that is why it makes us so foolish, for it transmutes and changes.

[heloise]

[ The touch of fingers can be more intimate than kisses. There are some she would feel more comfortable admitting that too, but figures Elizabeth is more distant than most, though not so much at this moment. ]

Would you be glad, Your Majesty, to be a fool for love?

[commandsthewind]

[It can be, but then court was all about slight gestures that meant more than they showed, and to Elizabeth they were something in her own way, treasured.]

I was more than glad to be, at one point, I was greater than any. For my family have a great habit of becoming so ensnared by it, and it burns us through.

[heloise]

We are more similar than I thought.

[ Lucrezia grins, all summer and sunshine, at the admission. It is more surprising, more significant, because of the speaker. She turns the other way and places her other palm against Elizabeth's. ]

Perhaps a family's greatness is measured only by how high a flame we burn when set alight by love.

[commandsthewind]

Perhaps so, my lady. [She couldn't pretend to be different. She remembered how it was with Dudley, when she loved truly, she had felt so free in herself, no matter the burdens on her shoulders.]

If that is the case, my family will never be forgotten. My father changed England for my mother, for her love.

[heloise]

[ Lucrezia keeps her attention on Elizabeth's hand, as if seeing some secret runes there that only she can read. ]

Can love be earned, Elizabeth?

[commandsthewind]

[There is much written there, woman and country, in rings on her long fingers, that were aged as much as the rest of her, and without completely meaning to, her fingertips touching Lucrezia's.]

In time, it can, once trust has been made and kept. With it, you have the tools to forge a great love. Without it, well -- you'd be as useful as a blacksmith without a fire to heat the metal of love.

[heloise]

[ Age shows most clearly on one's hands. She has seen the same in her mother. A woman's face is her mask. ]

Do you still hold out hope for a husband you could learn to love, Elizabeth?