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[risegloriana]

[It's not quite a Christmas message from the Queen... but all the same, there's Elizabeth, sitting at her desk, look exceedingly tired. It might be a festive season but she's got far too much on her mind. Still, she's a woman whose dealt with far worse, faced war and persecution and her own execution -- what is a few family problems

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[dowhatimust]

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It shall be as you command, Regina Gloriana.

[He did not miss that order, Elizabeth.]

[risegloriana]

[She nods.]

My thanks, Castiel. [she looks away for a moment.] Should you need me for anything... [equal parts, she didn't expect to be respected for nothing.]

[dowhatimust]

I need your assistance with our battle against the Serpent, but only when you are ready.

[Read; after she had enough time with her mother.]

[alwayshasaprice]

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Might I suggest then that you stay your mother clear of the library. There could be a few unwanted texts that she might... accidentally come across. [ Don't let the smirk fool you. He is being slightly diplomatic about the whole thing. ] It's not the best posture to back a request up with a threat, Your Majesty. Or is that a title I should be referring to your mother with?

[risegloriana]

[Goddamnit, him of all people.]

I will advise her so. But it is not a natural thing for us to seek out. [she hadn't, after all.] Threats, perhaps not.... [but there is no taking it back, either.] My lady mother is... not Queen yet, but she will be.

[alwayshasaprice]

[ HELLO DEARIE. ]

Good. Then it seems everything is in order. [ He chuckles. ] Lady Boleyn it is then. Tell me, if I find something that is hers in my shop. Should I contact her or you?

[milesawayfrom]

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Next thing you know, they'll be bringing in the French Royal Court. [ There is a groan. Why does this place like screwing with them so much? ]

[risegloriana]

I should hope not. I can hardly can stand Anjou, and his Brother-King -- ugh. [she waves her hand dismissively.]

[milesawayfrom]

Since when has this place really cared about who and what we can't stand? Seriously. I think they pretty much enjoy making our lives hell.

[trickster_mk2]

[Since Gabriel is attending to something on the other side of the city- don't ask, it's a surprise- it'll have to be audio]

I'm not keen on having my mother-in-law breathing down our necks. Does she know about... you know... yet? Can we get her sent home?

[risegloriana]

[She's not in the best of moods, for obvious reasons.]

You mean you are not keen to -- and no she doesn't. I hadn't thought to tell her such things until she was settled. [She goes absolutely livid at the last bit. Like her temper needs much of an excuse at the moment.] Gabriel! Never say such a thing again.

[trickster_mk2]

[There's silence for a moment, an incredibly pissed off silence, if an absence of noise can be anything. This is not a nice noise. The screams of the dying is perhaps more pleasant]

I'm so sorry for voicing an opinion you don't like about your saintly mother. It was actually, you know, a joke but I see you're above such things. Nothing can be funny unless it has a royal freakin' decree!

[risegloriana]

[she grits her teeth because she doesn't particular want to do this over the network.]

That is not what I meant, do not twist my words. But now that you mention it, how is my mother's returning home supposed to be a joke?

[adaptably]

action as requested;

[ After the shout out, Selina opens the door to the room Elizabeth is in. With her hand on the door, she rests in the door frame and just glares. She looks more irritated than upset, and more exhausted than even that. ]

If you're going to have a fight, Lizzie, can you do it when I'm not trying to sleep? [ Despite the words, it is obvious she is worried. ]

[risegloriana]

Blame Gabriel! I dread to think how I ever got so mad by myself! [Her arms crossed, glaring at the device like it was going to spring up and keep shouting at her.]

[adaptably]

Blaming is what children do. [ There's an edge to her voice and a pointed glare on her face. ]

[risegloriana]

I am blaming him! I don't care if its childlike when it is his fault! [She sat back in her chair, nails drumming agitatedly on the arm of it.]