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Tag: Lady Vittoria
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Queen Elodie wanted to avoid upsetting the woman who was, rightfully, supposed to be where she was now. Surely King Astor and the kingdom he ruled would have preferred one of their own as Queen. Instead they had her: skinny, awkward and unsure. When the elegant vampiress swept into the room it was not the knee-knockingnerves that made her dip into a respectful curtesy (a gesture that by all means should have been given to her, not from her.) It was a desire to please her husband and by extension – his mistress. Too late did Elodie realize that she would never be able to please her husband’s mistress. At least, not while she was alive.
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“His…mistress?” The transplanted royal echoed, eyes reddening as quickly as the mottled red splashing itself across her face. It would have been foolish, selfish even, to expect fidelity from someone she hardly knew. After-all, it was she who had thrust them both into this marriage of theirs. She had acted on a lark, a headstrong need to cement the tennuous peace that held their world together. What did she know of his life before their union? Nothing…until now. But that one new sliver of knowledge felt strangely akin to a betrayal, a feeling she had no right to. /Courtesy/ she exhaled, whisper-softly. “No,” Elodie smiled, or tried to smile through her lie. “Lord Irvine, I do not mind her in the least…”
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Daydream of Queen Elodie working on a love letter to King Astor; trying to confess. She give up on it but somehow the unfinished version falls into Lady Vittoria’s hands. Rather than toss it, she signs it and hands it over to the king while they’re in bed thinking they can have a good laugh over it. But the words end up haunting him the rest of the night.
