forum Royal Dilemma (o/o Closed)
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The captain narrowed his eyes slightly at Eleanor’s question. “I don't ask questions of my King. And neither should you.” he answered almost coldly before turning to Thomas. “See to it that she does what His Majesty asks.” he ordered, riding off without waiting for a response from the soldier.

Thomas didn't move until after the captain was out of earshot. “I'm sorry, Eleanor.” he sighed.

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Eleanor did her best not to flinch at his tone. Some queen she was, allowing herself to be talked to that way.

“But I’m his…” she began to say, but the retreating hoofbeats of the captain’s horse drowned out her words. “Wife,” she finished, quietly and mostly to herself.

She tried to keep the desperation out of her voice, but it shone through in her eyes when she looked over at her guard. “What could he possibly want with me now?”

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Thomas sighed and shook his head. “I don't know.” he admitted softly, apologeticly, unsure if he actually wanted to know. He managed to meet her gaze though it felt like a stab in his heart. “I… I'm so sorry.”

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Eleanor shook her head slowly. “No, I… it’s not your fault. This is…” She closed her eyes and steeled herself for the ride back. “We should get going,” she murmured. “Wouldn’t want to keep His Majesty waiting.” As the words passed her lips, she shivered slightly.

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Thomas nodded regretfully and turned his horse back towards the stables. He wanted to say something but his words kept failing him. He was a bit irked with how his captain treated the Queen. But he was also fairly worried about what the King could want with Eleanor.

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(Okay, I’ll ask… do you have any ideas for why he’s summoning her? Because I don’t have shit right now XD)

Eleanor kept her chin high – as high as she could, at least – while they rode back. Maybe if she pretended to have confidence… no, that was pointless. The captain was one of the highest-ranking officers in the king’s royal guard, and she’d experienced the way he treated her on multiple occasions before today. The guardsmen all acted like she was some incompetent child plucked off the streets. And the worst part was it felt like there was nothing she could do to change their minds.

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(😬 actually no… I don't really have any ideas. It just seems like the only reason why a guard would do something like that. Otherwise, I get the impression that they would stay away from her.)

Thomas watched her out of the corner of his eye as they rode. “Maybe he just needs you to stand by his side to greet some guests.” he suggested hopefully though his tone was still remorseful.

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(No, that definitely makes sense. Okay, so I came up with some ideas… I'm interested to hear which one you think will be the most interesting… (1) something about having to produce an heir to the throne, (2) Thomas's idea of just having to greet guests, like a foreign royal dignitary or something, (3) going outside of the castle on a parade or something, just to show her off and make sure he has the support of his people, (4) the country is looking to go to war, and they have a meeting about it that, for some reason, she's pulled into.)

Eleanor nodded slowly. "I hope so," she muttered, noting the tone of his voice. Though she appreciated it, she also wasn't looking to be pitied. She mustered a queenly appearance while they rode back until the stable was in sight.

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(I like all of them but maybe for right now… What about a combination of 2 and 3? A parade to welcome some foreign dignitaries.)

Thomas managed a brief small smile but didn't say anything more. Once they arrived at the stables, he dismounted first and handed his reigns to the stable boy. “My Queen?” he offered as he stood beside her and her horse to help her down.

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(Yes, I like it! :))

Eleanor looked down at him a moment before reaching toward him to slide her hand into hers. It wasn’t the first time that they’d “held hands,” but for some reason, this time felt more electric to her.

“Thank you,” she said quietly once she had dismounted. “Let’s go.”

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Eleanor was expecting to find the king in the dining hall, or perhaps his own room. She was not expecting to run into him barreling through the hallway with footmen and maids flanking him with his every step.

“Eleanor? What are you wearing?” He asked, giving her a once-over.

“I went out for a ride—” she began, but he cut her off.

“You need to go. Now. Get changed. Something more… appropriate. The delegates are coming today.”

She blinked, wondering which delegates. He treated her like she was stupid when he’d never even told her they were hosting delegates in the first place. “Alright—” she started and was cut off again.

“You there!” the King said, pointing towards a maid with mousy hair and dark blue eyes. “Where’s the queen’s head maid?”

“She’s d-down in the washroom, I believe,” the woman said, eyes wide. She was obviously not expecting to be called on.

“Go to your room and wait for your maids,” the king ordered his wife. “They’ll get you ready. The simplest things, Eleanor…” With that, he was off again, leaving a trail of servants hurrying in his wake.

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Thomas quickly bowed as the king came rushing to meet Eleanor and tried not to react to their conversation. While he didn't like the way the king spoke to her, he was immensely relieved when he heard the reason for this sudden discussion.

Once the king and the crowd of servants were gone, he let out a deep breath of relief. “Well, I'm glad that's all it is.” he smiled softly. As a guard he didn't get told many things either.

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Eleanor nodded, still a bit disturbed by the way he had spoken to her. “Yes… I suppose you’re right,” she muttered. With that, she turned down the hall the king had just come from and headed toward her rooms. Words threatened to spill out of her, but she didn’t dare until she and Thomas had privacy. But it wasn’t hard to tell she was beginning to get fed up with the way she was being treated around the palace.

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Eleanor looked over at him with a soft smile on her lips. “Thank you,” she whispered, squeezing his hand back playfully but also in solidarity. Whatever came, they would face it together.

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“I had a feeling.” he chuckled softly, running his thumb across her knuckles before opening the door for her. He would follow and close the door behind them since that same feeling told him it would be better if no one else heard them.

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Eleanor bit the inside of her lip to avoid gasping at the brief feeling. Butterflies erupted in her stomach as she crossed the threshold into her room. Hearing the door close behind Thomas, she turned and let herself fall against his chest. “I’m so tired of this,” she whispered painfully.

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“It’s not your fault,” came her immediate reply. She lifted her head to meet his gaze. God, his arms felt so good around her. “It’s mine. I tolerated it for so long that they refuse to see me any other way than some vulnerable street girl. So don't ever say that it's your fault again."

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Thomas nodded and met her gaze. “I didn't say that it was. I just meant that I‘m sorry that others treat you that way.” he pointed out calmly. “But it's not all your fault either, Eleanor. I wish that there was a way we could change the way they treat you.”

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The queen shut her eyes and rested her forehead against her guard's chest. "If only that were possible," she murmured. "But I'm afraid not even the voice of God would change their minds."