#&. verse : queen of linuess

[wornkindness]

i'm pretty sure this was one of those posts i wrote up but then never posted (i do that a lot you'd be surprise, im trying to do it less). and this is going to be the spark notes version of the events that take place really. however while amelia's claim to linuess is legit as she is named one of two heirs, there was a certain number of lords who just conveniently "forgot" to relay that information to amelia and also her father. hoping that they would just never find out. they do of course, but at that point amelia is 18ish (im a little fuzzy on the exact timeline it's a wip) anyways there is a semi queen making plot that is done on amelia's behalf. something she does not ask for btw, she also doesn't know all the details of what was done in said plot (she does eventually but that's another post). but it's a mixed group of people who genuinely want change from how things are currently done and others who think amelia would be easier to control than the other and wildly more popular lords not to say she undermines or like unravels all the work that had been done, but more makes the whole plot rather irrelevant as after having two conversations with her, aymeric steps down as heir leaving amelia being the one to inherit the crown. he very clearly can see that she is far more suited to be the leader linuess needs, and he really didn't want to be king anyways. this pisses a lot of powerful men off, and a good number of them think they can control her in some form or fashion. but amelia very quickly puts them in their places and has none of their nonsense. it's honestly beautiful

[wornkindness]

      She pretends not to notice the way the other Wendell is with snorts, or the glances that are thrown her way. If there was one thing she almost mastered since becoming queen it was not giving anyone the satisfaction in revealing that something someone said might have bothered her. She remains poised, appearing utterly unfazed, as if she didn’t notice the growing crowd around her at all.

     “Well I have as much time as it takes to return home, so however long that is.” A smile tugs at the edges of her lips, though it does not entirely reach her eyes. “Though between us it seems I have the far more interesting tale if yours might bore me to death.” Boring is the last thing anyone would describe her ascension and the events that followed. “And no, I don’t think you do.”

     It was then that it dawned on her that Wendell had no idea at all that she no longer called Krigare home. It seems they both had a good deal to catch up on.

      The crowd around them has grown and she can sense her companions uneasiness about them. Crowds normally were no issue for either Orion or Roderick, considering how often Amelia insists on going out into the city, though perhaps it was less the crowd and more the unfamiliarity with it that was the issue. Orion had a hand wrapped around Amelia’s arm, just below the elbow, her nails digging her skin it almost hurt. The other woman seemed utterly uninterested in the words Amelia was exchanging and the queen had no doubt her mage already had about four different plans of getting Amelia out of there at the slightest hint of danger. Thankfully Amelia would not have to find out what any of them detailed as they were then invited in.

      Not that Amelia is going to insist otherwise, and so follows without hesitation, and wordlessly her party is at her heels, so the flanked guards seem a little unnecessary in her opinion, but she decides it’s better to not argue. “Tea sounds lovely, thank you” she replies when she finally catches up to him.

Lord Taran, who has begrudgingly stayed close behind with his nephew's steaming cup of coffee, lets out a loud snort when the name 'Wendell' escapes her lips. This goes largely ignored by the man in question, though there are a smattering of side-eyed glances amongst the crowd displaying a similar sentiment.

"How did I get here? Now, that's a long story," he returns, pinching the bridge of his nose as though the mere thought of the whole ordeal physically pains him. "How much time do you have? Though I'm afraid I may bore you to death and I'm not sure I want to go to war with your kingdom because you died in mine. Sounds utterly exhausting." Taran takes the opportunity to hand the coffee back, all while trying to stifle his grin at this opportune timing of his.

Though he's almost positive that there is no connection between Silva Lupi and Krigare. If there were one, he would have found it. While in her kingdom under the pretense of researching Folk, he was very much intent on finding on door to Faerie in particular. Did that mean Amelia no longer resides in Krigare? Or that a new portal had opened? He supposes he'll find out soon... "How rude of me to not invite you inside. Would you like some tea? Coffee?"

The crowd around them had grown and he could hardly blame them for their interest. Interesting things usually happened whenever mortals turned up. But it's only a manner of time before some manner of terrifying-looking faerie decides to get too close to his guests and provide them with a proper fright. And so he turns on his heel and makes his way up the steps to the castle, calling "Follow me," over his shoulder. Suddenly his guests find themselves flanked by guards, making it quite clear that they have no other choice but to follow.

[wornkindnessa]

The utter commotion it had all caused. A great red dragon that had fallen from the sky. People came in and out of her rooms, through her paths with bits of stories, things they���ve heard but had not seen, yet no one could give her a straight answer. That was until Izer, a silence followed his trail which meant nothing good. He had sat beside her, her hand within his own, the calmness in his deep tone had done little to settle her nerves, nor could she answer any of the questions asked of her of how this might have possibly happened, not that anyone blamed her, considering the events that had only just settled. Though her mother might, word had already been sent, but it would take time before they heard anything in return. Her worry only grew as she sat beside her godmother’s bed, hoping she would wake.

Even with the best healers available to her, no one was entirely sure if she would, or what she had to say if she did. The death of her father still felt like bleeding wounds, the fact her mother was not willing to travel for the time being despite how badly Amelia ached for her, that she had taken the mantle of leadership without any of those she desired most to be there to support her, the near destruction of Krigare, she could not help but wonder as she idly toyed with one of the rings on her fingers, if she had perhaps suffered enough.

@ofvalyriansteel for angst

[wornkindness]

     "Is it too much?" Her voice was hushed, nothing more than a whisper. The dress, the jewels, the finery, even for her was more than she was used to. Queen or not, it was more than how she would ever normally fashion herself in. She of course knows that tonight, it was not too much, seeing how she was aiming to make a point. Truthfully it was less about the clothing and finery she was now draped in, but the doubt she felt, as she the first time in a long time she is suddenly entirely out of her element. However, Anavi had long since been one of the few Amelia couldn't hide things from, so she knew better than to try.

@inebranlabl ┊┊⋆˚ *❀‧₊˚ didn't ask for this but liked this post so gets it anyways

[wornkindness]

     The tent that had been sent up for her was bright, warm too or at least she assumed. The entire world around her felt icy cold, even with the effort put forth, the extra furs, the small fire that had been so expertly and magically crafted, the tea sitting on the table beside her still steaming, she felt none of it. She lay on her side, curled up tightly under more layers than perhaps needed. While fall was slowly shifting to winter, the bitter chill had not yet arrived. Amelia ached to go home, but where was home. She was now queen of a kingdom she was all but a stranger to, yet they needed her, now more than ever. And her home, Krigare was now without a ruler. Her father was dead and their next king, her brother, was nowhere to be found. It left only her, and everyone was looking to her for answers, yet she did not have them.

     At first she thought it was one of her ladies who had entered, but she very quickly recognized the footsteps of Priscilla as she walked around to sit at the foot of the makeshift bed. From here it was clear Amelia wasn’t sleeping, the fact she had been crying easily seen. She knew better than to try and hide anything from the other woman. Priscilla was a mother to her, in some ways more so than her so as she was unburdened by queendom. “I’m cold, mater,” she said softly. She did not want to talk about the more obvious things–the grief, the pain, the worry, the fear, the weight. What was to happen next? What was she supposed to do next? To do now? She felt swallowed whole by darkness, forever falling with no end. Had she not been prepared or was this simply part of the weight of the mantle? She wanted noting more than to curl into the other woman's lap, but did not want to move and lose what little warmth she had managed to retain. “Why is it so cold?”

@divinehr

[wornkindness]

     It could not have been an easy choice to make for a father, to send his one and only daughter out of reach. To stay and learn from someone else. But she was not about to hand out parenting advice, when she herself did not yet have children of her own.

     Avery Lockridge had raised both his children to rule in equal, rather than treating her older brother as the heir and she the spare. And from what she could recall their lessons had not been so different. Then again, it had not been just her and her father, so the responsibility of raising and guiding her had not rested solely on his shoulders. Perhaps things would have been different if they had.

     Still, even if they had, Amelia would have gone kicking and screaming if her father had decided to send her away to be the ward of another monarch all the same. Well, perhaps less if she had been sent to stay with her cousin Cerina, who had become queen at the age of sixteen, Amelia would not have put up too much of a fight. In fact many summers have been spent in Estor with her cousins and aunt. Though she had always been accompanied by Roman and Marzell. But even then, Amelia probably would have caused a fuss, if she had stayed longer than those summer months.

     Tristand wanted what was best for Evelyn, and Amelia could find no fault or judgment in that. She was more than happy to step in and take the girl under her wing. Amelia was in a rather unique position to understand what the young girl was going through. What it was like to be so far from home. Even now Linuess still didn’t fully feel like home. Though less than what it had been, she still found herself longing for Krigare. She also understood the weight of grief in losing one parent and being separated from the other. Her father’s death still weighed heavily on her heart, and her mother split her time between her and Roman, it was simply not the same.

     Her guests were welcomed warmly, and once settled with introductions made, the two monarchs sat in the garden. The young princess winding her way through the flowers. “Thank you.” Beauty was not one of the things Linuess lacked. “She is not so unlike me in that regard,” the Queen noted with a soft laugh. Yet another thing they had in common it seemed. “Which I am sure will be more than enough.” Compensation was not a worry she had, Amelia would cover the expenses herself if needed. “And I give you my word, she will be very well cared for.”

It  wasn't  a  very  long  voyage  to  the  Kingdom  of  Linues  from  Orentis.   But  it  didn't  mean  it  didn't  take  weeks  of  preparation  ,  just  for  him  to  be  gone  for  a  few  days.   Sailing  for  a  little  over  a  day  ,  then  a  couple  days  with  the  Queen  discussing  his  daughter  staying  there  to  learn  from  a  Queen  for  when  it  was  her  time.   Being  his  only  child  ,  it  had  been  decided  from  the  start  ,  that  Evelyn  would  be  his  heir.

It  only  made  sense  that  she  learn  from  someone  with  experience.

He  could  coach  her.   She  had  even  said  as  much.   But  Tristan  had  thought  about  it  ,  and  while  he  loved  his  daughter  dearly  ,         he  had  no  idea  how  to  train  a  woman  to  rule.   Ruling  as  a  King  was  one  thing  ,  but  he  hadn't  the  slightest  clue  on  what  she  was  going  through.   Try  as  he  might  ,  there  were  some  things  he  simply  didn't  understand.

Tristand  had  spent  some  time  blaming  himself  for  this  conundrum.   If  he  had  been  able  to  simply  do  what  had  been  advised  ,  and  chosen  a  Queen  following  Lillian's  death  ,         she  would  have  someone  to  teach  her  all  the  things  he  worried  he  couldn't.   He  made  sure  to  remind  her  of  how  quick  the  trip  was  to  get  between  Kingdoms.   That  he  would  write  to  her  every  day  ,  and  plan  to  either  come  see  her  ,  or  have  her  come  to  see  him.

Despite  the  sadness  sitting  in  both  of  their  hearts  ,  he  was  glad  to  know  she  understood  this  wasn't  forever.         Maybe  he  needed  to  know  that  himself  too.   

After  docking  ,  arriving  at  the  castle  ,  and  had  a  chance  to  rest  and  freshen  up  ,  the  three  had  a  chance  to  meet  one  another  formally  ,  before  Tristan  and  Queen  Amelia  adjourned  to  discuss  the  terms  of  Evelyn's  stay.   Evelyn  walked  the  gardens  while  the  two  sat  and  observed  ,  tucked  away  while  they  spoke.

❝  You've  a  lovely  home  ,  ❞   He  commented  after  taking  a  sip  of  his  wine.   ❝  I  can  already  tell  she  likes  it  here.   It  won't  be  long  before  you'll  be  coming  here  to  find  where  she's  run  off  to.  ❞   He  gestured  to  the  garden  they  currently  sat  in  ,  before  flashing  a  charming  smirk  ,  with  the  hint  of  a  scoff  in  it's  wake.   ❝  And  I  can  assure  you  ,  I'm  more  than  prepared  to  offer  generous  compensation  for  her  care.  ❞

𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅  𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓:   @wornkindness.

[wornkindness]

for her actual story i didn't want amelia to be queen of krigare. couldn't tell you exactly why, but i felt like she deserved her own thing. which is why i kept her being queen of linuess when i tossed out the whole semi arranged marriage plot that wasn't working. the thing is when she becomes queen, there's this huge shift within the court because amelia kinda uproots everything as it was. and a bunch of the nobles end up approaching her, some actually wanting to help, others wanting things for themselves or hope to control her. but there's this energy from them more or less treating her as if she doesn't have a clue. almost like they forgot that she's a princess who was born and raised within court life and was rather skillfully able to navigate it. only for them to all be completely dumbfounded when they realize amelia knows how to play the game and plays it beautifully. of course amelia figured she would be underestimated but not to the extent that she is to the point she's a little confused at first.

[wornkindness]

“What were you doing my little sunbeam, trying to climb over the garden wall?” Though rather than being frustrated or disappointed, she laughs. The girl’s skirt was torn in several places and a smear of dirt along her cheek, but otherwise she seemed all in one piece. Amelia is not at all surprised, nor is anyone else, or at least anyone of note anyways. Though Amelia did not think herself very different when had been that age, rushing back from the stables with bits of hay still tangled in auburn curls. “Come here, let us see what we can do about setting you right—”

@spacebarb1e ⎯ a starter in amelia's canon { ❀ }

[wornkindness]

     “You are welcome to say hello, he will not bite.” She gave a small nod to the little dragon curled up on the spare chair. One of several little creatures nestled about the room, they had taken a great liking to her presence, and she theirs. The Queen had risen from her seat to open up the window and allow the cool breeze of the late morning to enter. She had noticed the way the other woman was looking at him. “Despite their appearance, I’ve come to find that they are rather much like cats when they are young.”

@heresiarch ♡'d

[wornkindness]

@jeditrash asked: ❛ i didn't think you'd care so much. ❜

       Elmwood had thrown a shoe. When exactly she couldn’t say, and while she knew there was no real need to worry, she did all the same. Though she had always worried over him, since the moment he officially became her’s. Perhaps overly so at times. So of course she was here to oversee the entire process of having it replaced.

       There were still so many people she still had to meet, new faces she had not yet come to know. By now she was well acquainted with the horse master, who at first had been a bit startled when she insisted on caring for Elmwood herself, or whenever her schedule allowed her too. The blacksmith and farrier however, she had not yet had the pleasure of an introduction.

      The statement does not surprise her, it was not the first time she’s heard it or one similar. Though she had lost count how many times she had heard it more recently. Royalty were often put upon a deity like pedestal that more often than not it went to their heads. Amelia however had not been raised in such a manner. “Of course I do.” She stroked the horse’s nose as he practically rested his massive head on her shoulder. “He’s my friend.”

      A gentle smile curved the edges of her lips as she looked at the younger man. “While I would much prefer to say, if my presence is too much of a distraction, I will remove myself.”

[wornkindness]

     “I trust your journey was not too strenuous? The sea can be rather unpredictable this time of year.” She poured a cup of tea, offering it to the other before pouring one for herself. It’s polite small talk, a fact she is very well aware of, however her concern is genuine. She has made the journey across the narrow passage before, and it never got easier. Though she had terrible luck and the sea had not been calm, however her first voyage had been the worst.

     Pouring herself a cup she leaned back in her seat on the couch. Considering her status, their meeting place was almost informal, or at the very least casual. Indigo lay curled near the other’s queen’s chair, every so often sighing heavily in annoyance, as another creature nearly the same size as the hound, had taken her normal place besides Amelia. A dragon, a light lavender, still held a good deal of the youthful iridescent color. While it shifted to lay its head in her lay, its gaze remained fixed on the other queen.

     Of course while there were all sort of whispers, and expectations from the lords on her council that were to be met. However, Amelia knew better than to believe whispers and to hold a stranger to certain expectations, queen or not. “Should there be anything you need, please don’t hesitate to ask. You are our guest, I would hate for you to feel as though you are left wanting.”

@heresiarch

[wornkindness]

   It could have been much worse news. She’d always clung to hope, had always been able to find the smallest thread of light in the dark. So when the raven arrived carrying news of her godmother she did not jump to panic, or try to overly worry, it could have been worse news.

   There was some discourse about her leaving, most of the grumbling came from the older lords, who hated every ounce of change she was making. Politics aside, Amelia considered Rhaenys family, and she would have done the same if the raven had brought news about her brother or mother. So after everything was set in order she set out, taking only a small party with her.

   Thankfully the journey was uneventful, and she was warmly welcomed. Given a more thorough update now that she was there. She was careful to enter, reading clearly that though her presence was not entirely unwanted there was some…well Amelia would describe it as grumpiness. Though that felt as though she were simplifying matters.

   “Hello,” she said, her tone gentle and sweet. She drew a little closer, into the Princess’ line of sight. “It’s a relief to see you up and awake. How are you feeling?”

@wornkindness liked for a survival au starter

The day Amelia arrived was the first time Rhaenys had made it out of bed and down to the beach. It would have taken a few weeks for the raven to reach Lyoness and then a little longer for her goddaughter to make the journey. That had given the princess the advantage.

She was still in her bedchamber, but at least seated in a chair by the window, overlooking the sea. The effort to move even that little bit had winded Rhaenys and taken the support of a servant, but she still felt as if she had made some progress. Even if it would take a long time, if ever, before she was back to herself.

When the knock sounded on the door, Rhaenys turned her scarred face away towards the window before bidding that her royal visitor enter, knowing who it must be. The fingers of one ravaged hand clenched together as Amelia walked into the room, indicating a slight discomfort over the meeting. When she spoke, her voice was very soft, if a little husky from disuse.

"Hello, Amelia."

[wornkindness]

while this is the reason she becomes queen of krigare in my bg3 verse, but it's an aspect in her canon too. since roman is mia after her father's death amelia is made queen / temporarily seen as monarch but since she's newly been made queen of linuess at that point so it gets a little complicated. but in both senarios she is basically by herself, she has no one from her family around her. and it's one of the most isolating times for her

[wornkindness]

❀ ⸻ GENERAL

name: amelia gwendolyn willow lockridge

title(s): princess of krigare, queen of linuess

gender: cis female.

age: it's very verse dependent but the default is 22

birthday: november 18th

place of birth:  krigare

spoken & understood language(s):  there's a lot. and i don't feel like listing them all because they change depending on the verse, but she speaks at least 12 and understands more

sexual preference:  bisexual

occupation(s): princess, queen

❀ ⸻ APPEARANCE

eye color:  brown

hair color:  red

height: 5'3"

major scars:  one under her right collar bone

❀ ⸻ FAVORITE

color:   pink

song:   an der schönen blauen donau

food:  strawberries

drink:  lemonade

❀ ⸻ HAVE THEY…

passed university:  yes

had sex: yes

had sex in public: no

gotten pregnant: i mean, it happens eventually so yes

kissed a boy: yes

kissed a girl: yes

gotten tattoos: no

gotten piercings:  yes

stayed up for more than 24 hours:  yes but it's not very often

❀ ⸻ ARE THEY…

a virgin: no

a cuddler: yes

a kisser: yes

scared easily:  not really, but she's very good at hiding it whenever she is

jealous easily: no

trustworthy: yes, extremely

dominant:  sometimes

submissive:  sometimes

in love:  yes

single:  no

❀ ⸻ RANDOM QUESTIONS

have they harmed themselves:  no

thought of suicide: no

attempted suicide:  no

wanted to kill someone:  no

have/had a job: yes

have any fears:  yes

❀ ⸻ FAMILY

sibling(s):  roman (older brother)

parent(s): avery lockridge (father), juniper lockridge (mother)

children:  yes

significant other:  yes & in her sw verse with @kenobiian

pet(s):  yes, clover (shire horse), laurel & indigo (irish wolf hounds), lavender (ragdoll cat)

tagged by: @jeditrash (thank you dearie uwu) tagging: you steal it from me

[wornkindness]

but deciding that krigare is destroyed by the dma in her discovery verse is actually the most devastating i could do to her. regardless of verse amelia's connection to her home and the love she has for it and its people is unbreakable. it makes up such a large part of who she is. even in her canon where she leaves, she always has some feeling of homesickness big or small, and linuess never really fully feels like home to her. but the fact one day her home is there and the next it isn't. that it's just gone, that there's nothing to ever go back to. it's a hard thing for her to really wrap her mind around. the whole thing is almost made worse since in this au i have her as queen. which means a part of her does and always will feel responsible for all the lives that were lost. even tho she's well aware there's really nothing more that she could have done

[wornkindnessa]

Her hands return to her lap as she leans back and away. Though none of her warmth or gentleness faded. “We know each other, yes.” However, Amelia does not say how close they were. Or was it had been? Nothing was set in stone, her godmother could yet regain her memories. 

“My name is Amelia.” So long they had gone without any sort of titles, it felt too strange to start using any now. Not to mention it would probably only raise more questions in the state Rhaenys was currently in, and the last thing she wanted was to start a panic and for the other woman to hurt self more. “Is there anything I can get you? Something to drink?”

She starts to shy away from the other's touch, but in the end allows herself to rest back against the pillows. A fall, that accounts for her injuries, but it does not answer her other question. Or the many that are also starting to whirl around in her head.

She swallows, continuing to watch the younger woman warily as she speaks. "I do not know if I can answer much of anything," she admits, fingers clutching at the bedding. "My mind is..." Blank. That is only word that can be used to describe it. The cloud brought on by unconsciousness is starting to lift, but she is no less confused and her brow furrows. "Am I meant to know you?" What a strange question to have to ask.