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bakerstreet2013-07-10 07:28 pm
sockwithahole) wrote in bakerstreet2013-07-10 07:28 pm
[Lady or Princess please.]
((ooc: I know nothing of Gundam, is Mineva or Zabi her given name?))
[Since the first time the knight had laid eyes on the princess, she had been stunned. She was beautiful, but as she was of such high standing, while Miki was a mere knight. Not to say that a knight had low status, but one couldn't marry a princess. Not to mention being a female knight pining for the princess of the kingdom was this far unheard of. It brought many complications.
And now she had gotten herself sick, unable to join her regular training, all due to being too distracted by stealing glances at Princess Zabi to eat, and too busy thinking of her ruler's daughter to sleep. It had landed her in a shameful state of weakness, as she was now ordered to stay in her bed until she was healthy again. Only, the doctor wouldn't have a medicine for her kind of sickness, so she could only stare at the ceiling as her thoughts yet again wandered back to her princess.]
[Since the first time the knight had laid eyes on the princess, she had been stunned. She was beautiful, but as she was of such high standing, while Miki was a mere knight. Not to say that a knight had low status, but one couldn't marry a princess. Not to mention being a female knight pining for the princess of the kingdom was this far unheard of. It brought many complications.
And now she had gotten herself sick, unable to join her regular training, all due to being too distracted by stealing glances at Princess Zabi to eat, and too busy thinking of her ruler's daughter to sleep. It had landed her in a shameful state of weakness, as she was now ordered to stay in her bed until she was healthy again. Only, the doctor wouldn't have a medicine for her kind of sickness, so she could only stare at the ceiling as her thoughts yet again wandered back to her princess.]
-It's Camelot. But certainly not the Camelot he's used to. For one, it's under the attack of what looked like gargoyles. he sees one heading straight for a maid and easily uses his magic to ward it off before pulling her out of the path of its friends-
Are you all right?
Are you all right?
[[Lady, princess or commoner work!]]
[So before I roll, how do you feel about Fate/canon?]
[Knight, Lord, or Prince would be coolest
[Prince. Also, laughably bad idea. Who's up for a train wreck?]
[Servant or commoner probably, maybe knight.]
[ Servant or commoner. I GUESS available in human form if you want to pretend I have icons made for it. ]
[Probably a knight or a commoner of some sort. I kind of see him as a blacksmith or something.]
[It would be either the last stand of the pagan Queens or the beginning of a long war with the Christians. It was bravery or madness. Or both. Still, there was no swaying the young queen's mind. Her choices were to marry a Christian king and bow before a man and his hateful God or rise with arms to bring the Mother-right back to the rest of the beleaguered land.
Once, the kingdoms had been united under her father... but those days died with him.
And so the last hold-outs of the Goddess -- the Summer Country and Igraine's own Cornwall -- made their choice. It would be war. They would either claim their place as royalty to be respected or die on the battlefield and give the men who saw them fall one more tale to twist.
If she could, Igraine would have Excalibur by her side, but the blade was in the deep waters of the sacred lake around Avalon. Another, then, was needed. Not anything that had passed from her cousins in the Orkneys nor anything given to her by the kings who'd sought to woo her. Nor even the gift from the Summer Country years ago when she was crowned. No. She would have her own sword, crafted for her hand alone.
Which was why she walked alone into the heat of the blacksmith's shop. Her guards were just outside the door, ready to come if she called. She watched the man work for a few seconds before raising her voice just enough to be heard.]
I would ask a moment of your time, sir.
Once, the kingdoms had been united under her father... but those days died with him.
And so the last hold-outs of the Goddess -- the Summer Country and Igraine's own Cornwall -- made their choice. It would be war. They would either claim their place as royalty to be respected or die on the battlefield and give the men who saw them fall one more tale to twist.
If she could, Igraine would have Excalibur by her side, but the blade was in the deep waters of the sacred lake around Avalon. Another, then, was needed. Not anything that had passed from her cousins in the Orkneys nor anything given to her by the kings who'd sought to woo her. Nor even the gift from the Summer Country years ago when she was crowned. No. She would have her own sword, crafted for her hand alone.
Which was why she walked alone into the heat of the blacksmith's shop. Her guards were just outside the door, ready to come if she called. She watched the man work for a few seconds before raising her voice just enough to be heard.]
I would ask a moment of your time, sir.
(2) don't you judge me, the rng was scheming (and yes i'll tag again x()
invulnerated
- 2013-07-16 21:49 (UTC) - Expand[Princess or knight.]
-it's been so long since Camelot and yet there was a draw to this court that he couldn't explain. It wasn't until he saw her that his tongue is tied and he stumbled to remember his courtly manner-
Edited 2013-07-11 17:08 (UTC)
[Canon-mode aka princess but doesn't know, or just normal princess au mode.]
[Princess, or at the very least a lady, naturally.]
[ooc: Lady Lydia, poet(+thief) Izumo and number 1 or 3?)
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