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          she watches mirjam speak eloquent, beautiful things, and wonders why she wastes them on the blade of the sword;; the throats of men that would never never say anything half as articulate. why waste beauty on the ungrateful? her spine straightens a bit as she remembers herself, teeth loosening from their grip on her lower lip. “believe you me, i know more than a bit about having blood on your conscience. especially the blood your country. my sister has made many a foolish decision — though i should not speak ill of my own queen, nor my blood — and i have watched our people suffer for them. after losing so many lives, and facing the imminency of war, it seems only fair the nations of this world are given time to collect themselves. when two knights duel, it is only customary to abide by your code of morals. there is no HONOR in an unfair fight.”

     the girl is more sensible than mirjam had first given her credit for - she oft forms snap opinions in a moment based far too much on the appearance of the person before her. “i did not intend to offend, miss, and i do apologize if i have,” it is genuine, as all things the queens says are. to waste time on mistruths would be foolish, and foolishness is something mirjam sees no point in. “is it honorable to lull those about you, in positions of power, into a false sense of safety? i do not see it so. the words being shared in this place are hollow of truth and will surely be cross’d should one even slightly fault the other.”

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With your father’s sword, Sweden is  y o u r s

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          anja thought about this for a moment, looking at the queen thoughtfully. “forgive me for speaking so freely, your grace, but i believe there’s much more honor in negotiation than battle,” she suggested. “after all, many men — and women —   can wield a sword, but in any other case you must be fluent at navigating the delicacies of wartime politics. one wrong word could send an entire empire tumbling to the ground. but then again, the same could be said of war, i suppose, but so many unnecessary lives are lost in those.”

     there is something - charming about the girl, in the way she wields words, how her lips twist around them. perhaps it is hypocritical of mirjam to both despise such gentle ways but also let them tug her heart about so easily. head cocks slightly to the side and the queen gives a mild sort of nod in something that is neither agreement nor disagreement. “there is little use for negotiation when your land is stained red with the blood of your people. there is anger tied far more deeply between nations than any treaty can ever sever. i do not say this is a good truth, but a truth nonetheless. we must admit that man cannot solve everything with words - even beautiful words - before we are ever able to truly reach any semblance of peace.”

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          anja was many things, but soft was not one of them. she was forged in STEEL and corset strings that pinched the skin of her back. her childhood drawn away from her at such a young age, the princess had been forced to become a diplomat. her feelings were to be kept on the INSIDE, unlike her sister’s, who she had watched fail time and time again for lack of self restraint. she was stronger than anyone might guess from the outside. only those that had watched her carefully could see through her tactics;; she was benevolent, a soft touch on a bleeding wound, but she was also cunning, a diplomat if there had ever been one. “i suppose not, but it can shed light on the darkness,” anja reasoned. “these are certainly trying times, but we must try in return to get through them. it is simply our duty.”

     eyes fall back ‘pon the swirling skirts, the soft curls, the dimpled smiles and sweet peals of laughter. there is something near enchanting about such gentle things. some beam of light in such dark places, as this woman says. but darkness always smothers, presses flame into naught but smoke and nothing else. it is foolish to act as if it may last. “there is no way through such things - not with the use of words twisted in an effort to suit delicate sensibilities.” 

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crcwned:

    “nor is it kind or forgiving.” words are spoken with equal confidence, though her tone is not as sharp or calculated. alyona knows how to carry herself with presence and poise, but she is aware when it is not her place to do so. “this so called peace is as false as the pleasantries they exchange between one another, i have not allowed myself to give into such childish ideals. i do not see why you would either, your majesty.” it is not often she finds herself speaking so freely, though when it is an opinion she agrees so strongly with, she finds it hard to control herself. “forgive me for speaking so plainly.”

     “speak as plainly as you wish - i have little patience for those who mince their words in an effort to please others,” the comment is waved away with little thought, eyes looking upon the other woman with an approving eye. “it is good to know others are not so easily fooled by pretty words. so many have been lulled to sleep in talks of peace even whilst the other hand brandishes a dagger.” fingers tap tap tap against the railing beside her hip. “i believe i have never heard your name?”

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But your Majesty, you cannot die an old maid.

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     “war does not end,” voice rings clear and confident. when queen mirjam speaks it is with intention - each word measured and spoken in resonant tones that ring through her chest. “it simply rests before returning with renewed vigor. to speak as if we will not again kill each other in due time is fallacy.” hip leans against the edge of the balcony’s railing, face a stoic is not unimpressed masque. “if you have come to talk of this period of peace, i suggest you find more amiable ears.” one ankle rotates idly and eyes move from horizon to whoever’s entered behind her.

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Women in Armor: 29/? Kristen Stewart as Snow White in Snow White and the Huntsman (2012)

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anjcs:

          anja watched as young ladies in waiting chased each other in the garden, laughs spilling from their lips like diamonds. they painted the grounds pink and blue and yellow, gowns fluttering as they raced to catch their friends. the air was soft and sweet and anja felt a sudden pull of nostalgia. it pulled at the laurels wrapped around her ribcage, got caught in the hair blowing gently in the wind. she could remember the SMILE on her sister’s face as they sprinted around the gardens at home, muddying the skirts of their dresses and throwing cares into a tepid spring breeze. the same laughter spilled from her own lips, squeaking and broken and genuine. the princess could feel someone’s presence on the palace balcony beside her, still looking out at the garden as she began speaking. “it seems i’ve become all too SENTIMENTAL about times that have already passed.”

     these girls had never been her, or rather - she never them. with their brimming, bubbling laughter and swaths of pastel skirts that leave a trail behind them, their slippered feet skidding playful over the dewy grass. no - such carefree existence had never been taught to the queen. instead it had been books heavier than she had been, quills placed in right hand, going hunting alongside her father. he had wanted a son desperately and had placed mirjam into the spot boy might have held - sword dangling from her belt and hair a dark tangle bound in a messy braid. in a way she is glad for it. soft things like giggling girls never survive war. they are caught in the flames and burnt to ash by the heat of the world encasing them. “sentiment has little place in these times.”

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the room melts into itself, encasing your living body in a tomb of misery. You rise from this, stronger and godlike.

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     about mirjam!

somewhat inspired by queen christina of sweden! ( aka my historical inspo i love her so much )

queen by rite of birth. mirjam was the only child of the king and queen, and there are no other heirs, so the throne was passed down to her when both parents passed of severe illness partway through the war.

has no interest in marriage. advisers have attempted to make her wed a king of another country in order to secure alliances and power, but mirjam will have none of it. there is no man who interests her half so much as leading a nation ( and women, but that’s more on the dl - her lovers are always called affectionate friends and her ladies ).

tends towards men’s clothes rather than women’s. who has time for gowns, ties, corsets, etc. when you can wear breeches and boots? probably causes a total scandal in the french court when she shows up riding her horse, in her breeches, with a sword at her side.

thinks physical beauty is a frivolous waste of time - she never wears makeup, leave her hair in a loose disarray, and cares little for what others think of her.

can be very cold do those she doesn’t know nor cares to know. she’s quite no-nonsense and doesn’t want to waste time pretending to be genial when she isn’t.

hmu for plots!

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Kristen Stewart as Snow White - Snow White and the Huntsman (2012)