Elizabeth I 001 // A Grand Entrance
Who: virgo_regina and somarium
Where: Espoir
Style: I'll match. ALSO! The log can be responded to via dreamberry because she's being recorded as well!
What: Good Queen Bess arrives to Somarium... she is not happy.
Status: OPEN! Again, you can respond to it via video/voice/text or what not since her dreamberry is recording her as well.
She was calm, for outward appearances. She was in some village when only moments before she had been in her rooms at the palace. Her mind was already calculating what fool kidnapped her. Spain wouldn’t be so foolish as to attempt anything after their embarrassing defeat a year ago, no... Not them... But certainly someone. So who?
Elizabeth looked around her, taking a step forward. She heard something clatter to the ground but she took no notice of the black box. She lifted her chin and began to address... the air. Whoever had taken her surely had to be nearby.
“We demand to know who has brought us here and how. You will answer to Us immediately or We shall exact due punishment upon those who dare to trifle with Us. We do warn you Sirs or Madams, you shall regret your actions if said actions have been done in animosity towards Our person. We will not be made into a pawn or used for ransom against Our nation. All of England’s might shall fall upon your head in swift justice for your foolish actions.” Elizabeth paused. She let her face soften, she would play both sides of the coin. Perhaps she could entice at least one of her captors to take her clemency. Yes, she needed only one traitor in the nest. “But We are not so cruel to deny pardon if you are truly remorseful for your indignation against Our person. We are willing to forgive as is in Our nature to be slow to punish those who have seen the error of their way. But We warn you, the patience of princes and the kindness of their station is not to be tested and tried. You will reveal yourself to Us, and it is then We shall decide how the stroke may fall.”
And now, she waited, she continued to take everything in around her. Some sort of peasants village was her current placement, she glanced up and noted that she had to have been asleep the entire time because it was mid-day. That... How could she have been stolen out of her own palace! What manner was this! Where were her guards! Her ladies in waiting! How could someone just come to the palace and take her. No... No, she knew that her servants were already reporting her absence. Queens didn’t simply “disappear.” Her assailants were fools to kidnap her and apparently leave her to her own devices. Simply because she was in some strange peasant village didn’t mean she couldn’t devise where she was or get the help she needed.
“Fools,” she muttered softly to herself, her panic being replaced by a calm sense of what needed to be done and where she needed to go in this situation.
[OOC: Please mark if dreamberry or in-person]
Where: Espoir
Style: I'll match. ALSO! The log can be responded to via dreamberry because she's being recorded as well!
What: Good Queen Bess arrives to Somarium... she is not happy.
Status: OPEN! Again, you can respond to it via video/voice/text or what not since her dreamberry is recording her as well.
She was calm, for outward appearances. She was in some village when only moments before she had been in her rooms at the palace. Her mind was already calculating what fool kidnapped her. Spain wouldn’t be so foolish as to attempt anything after their embarrassing defeat a year ago, no... Not them... But certainly someone. So who?
Elizabeth looked around her, taking a step forward. She heard something clatter to the ground but she took no notice of the black box. She lifted her chin and began to address... the air. Whoever had taken her surely had to be nearby.
“We demand to know who has brought us here and how. You will answer to Us immediately or We shall exact due punishment upon those who dare to trifle with Us. We do warn you Sirs or Madams, you shall regret your actions if said actions have been done in animosity towards Our person. We will not be made into a pawn or used for ransom against Our nation. All of England’s might shall fall upon your head in swift justice for your foolish actions.” Elizabeth paused. She let her face soften, she would play both sides of the coin. Perhaps she could entice at least one of her captors to take her clemency. Yes, she needed only one traitor in the nest. “But We are not so cruel to deny pardon if you are truly remorseful for your indignation against Our person. We are willing to forgive as is in Our nature to be slow to punish those who have seen the error of their way. But We warn you, the patience of princes and the kindness of their station is not to be tested and tried. You will reveal yourself to Us, and it is then We shall decide how the stroke may fall.”
And now, she waited, she continued to take everything in around her. Some sort of peasants village was her current placement, she glanced up and noted that she had to have been asleep the entire time because it was mid-day. That... How could she have been stolen out of her own palace! What manner was this! Where were her guards! Her ladies in waiting! How could someone just come to the palace and take her. No... No, she knew that her servants were already reporting her absence. Queens didn’t simply “disappear.” Her assailants were fools to kidnap her and apparently leave her to her own devices. Simply because she was in some strange peasant village didn’t mean she couldn’t devise where she was or get the help she needed.
“Fools,” she muttered softly to herself, her panic being replaced by a calm sense of what needed to be done and where she needed to go in this situation.
[OOC: Please mark if dreamberry or in-person]