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[May 19, 2008][Original] A Queen with a Crown, A King Without
Title: A Queen with a Crown, A King Without
Day/Theme: May 19, 2008 "I will lie like a rose on your pillow and I will twine laurel in your hair"
Series: Original (the Continent)
Character/Pairing: Hazama/Anabel
Rating: PG
"I am queen not for myself but for the sake of the people," Anabel murmured into her advisor's ear. He nodded slightly, just the tiniest tip of his head, cautious so that he might not bump into his beloved monarch as she leaned off the bed and over his shoulder. "You yourself have made me a queen, and not simply with that long ago rescue from the besieged fortress of the capital. I would not love my people so were it not for you."
Hazama could not turn his face away enough to hide his embarrassment, so he lifted one long-sleeved hand to his face, covering it slightly, in a demure, feminine sort of way. "I do not think I deserve the credit. You were a ruler born as much as made."
"No one is born to rule, Hazama," Anabel laughed, "That's a foolish myth propagated by kings with big egos or little ability to rule properly. One can become a monarch without the proper credentials and, under the proper circumstances, one might be able to stay a monarch without them as well, but to be a true and good ruler is an exercise in compassion and self-sacrifice."
Hazama was disinclined to dispute her logic. As a common man, he was also disinclined to try and disprove the myths of kings. However, there was clearly some truth in what she said. Bad rulers were served the cold revenge of history if they were not also served the sharp steel of the revolutionary's blade. But to him, Anabel had always been a queen. She had not just woken up as one some day. "You have always been a queen to me."
"You flatter me too much." She leaned her head against his and her straight brown hair fell on his cheek. He moved his cloth-draped fingers to stroke it gently. This was the only sort of touch he could afford to give.
"You're far too humble. I fear at times that people will walk over you the moment I turn my back. I want you to be loved by the people the same way I am. I think that you deserve that much. ...Or more. I certainly think you deserve more, but I will accept at least that. I don't understand why they don't see you as the hero they see me. You are as much, or more, of a hero as I," Anabel bemoaned what she perceived as a misunderstanding of the nation.
"It's because you are queen," Hazama replied.
"Do you need a crown of gold on your head for them to see you so?" the young woman wondered sadly.
Day/Theme: May 19, 2008 "I will lie like a rose on your pillow and I will twine laurel in your hair"
Series: Original (the Continent)
Character/Pairing: Hazama/Anabel
Rating: PG
"I am queen not for myself but for the sake of the people," Anabel murmured into her advisor's ear. He nodded slightly, just the tiniest tip of his head, cautious so that he might not bump into his beloved monarch as she leaned off the bed and over his shoulder. "You yourself have made me a queen, and not simply with that long ago rescue from the besieged fortress of the capital. I would not love my people so were it not for you."
Hazama could not turn his face away enough to hide his embarrassment, so he lifted one long-sleeved hand to his face, covering it slightly, in a demure, feminine sort of way. "I do not think I deserve the credit. You were a ruler born as much as made."
"No one is born to rule, Hazama," Anabel laughed, "That's a foolish myth propagated by kings with big egos or little ability to rule properly. One can become a monarch without the proper credentials and, under the proper circumstances, one might be able to stay a monarch without them as well, but to be a true and good ruler is an exercise in compassion and self-sacrifice."
Hazama was disinclined to dispute her logic. As a common man, he was also disinclined to try and disprove the myths of kings. However, there was clearly some truth in what she said. Bad rulers were served the cold revenge of history if they were not also served the sharp steel of the revolutionary's blade. But to him, Anabel had always been a queen. She had not just woken up as one some day. "You have always been a queen to me."
"You flatter me too much." She leaned her head against his and her straight brown hair fell on his cheek. He moved his cloth-draped fingers to stroke it gently. This was the only sort of touch he could afford to give.
"You're far too humble. I fear at times that people will walk over you the moment I turn my back. I want you to be loved by the people the same way I am. I think that you deserve that much. ...Or more. I certainly think you deserve more, but I will accept at least that. I don't understand why they don't see you as the hero they see me. You are as much, or more, of a hero as I," Anabel bemoaned what she perceived as a misunderstanding of the nation.
"It's because you are queen," Hazama replied.
"Do you need a crown of gold on your head for them to see you so?" the young woman wondered sadly.