take my throne [guinivere]

[Amaris Silvershade]

take my throne

[attr="class","box1a"]How much freedom would Amaris have to give up in order to get the rest back? The last thing she wanted was to be a pawn under the hand of the High Queen. Then again, she was a citizen of Faerie. She was already that pawn. At least now she was moving somewhere.  She turned her gaze critically towards the mortal queen, trying to source more information from her face. There was little to be found there; wide eyes but without innocence, a forced regal bearing, a scattering of freckles fainter and fewer than Amaris's own. Rounded ears, rounded bones, solidity. There was little there to fear, but less there to trust.  "You want me to pretend I'm your lover?" Amaris asked, her voice rough and tone skeptical. She stepped closer, closing in on the queen's space. "But I can only tell truths," she said in a lower tone, eyes narrowing. "So how can I tell you how lovely you look tonight? Or how I can only imagine how you must taste?" Her voice grew gradually quieter as she spoke and drew nearer to the mortal woman. "I hope you don't expect sweet nothings from me. I'm not sweet, and I can't lie." Guinivere Marcel [newclass=.box1a]margin:0px auto; width:300px; height:425px; background: transparent; overflow:auto; padding:8px;[/newclass] [newclass=.box1a::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.box1a::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #4d221a;[/newclass]

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credit to Laura of Adox + SeaJem

[Guinivere Marcel]

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Amaris Silvershade

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These days I think I owe my life [break]















To flowers left here by my mother

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Guinivere turned to her, half startled. Whatever she had expected, it wasn’t this. All pretense was gone. She blinked.


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“You’re not a knight,” she said, beginning to understand. When an inspiring queen's guard had brought a stranger before her, she had thought she was being introduced to a member of the court. Now, however, looking between the mortal foe that had vanished and this woman, she was reconsidering that conclusion.


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She slowed down, studying her more. She looked familiar. At first she had thought she had seen the knights training, but now with the undersea, and the mortal she fought, and Gemini speaking altogether too much like his father, she was beginning to remember.


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“You killed that delegate from the south court.” she said. She could not judge her, not too terribly. They had both been murderesses at that party, now one was a queen and the other hunted. Their stations were not so different.


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She did not know how to respond, right away, the woman’s flirtations coming too quickly on the heels of this realization. She knew she had to keep up the act. All eyes were on her.


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She scanned the scene to find Gemini, but he had vanished. She was partially anxious and partially relieved. He was the one person here who could tell that she was lying. He would see right through her.


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“Come with me,” she said, trying to hold her wits together. “There is someone else from the revel here. He was also trying to kill the High King.”


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She tilted her head. “And that’s what you were really doing at that revel, wasn’t it?” She didn’t even need to point out that she could lie, for she wasn’t. That was just a question.








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These days I think I owe my life [break]















To flowers left here by my mother

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