dear_mun | Because clearly it's appropriate.

{A slightly skeptical look.}

I've got nothing against the Queen - or the King for that matter - but I've gotta wonder why anyone would want to hole themselves up in a palace?

[Leans on her hand, smiling.]

Because it is home? Or at least some of the palaces are, not all mind you. I've no fondness of The Tower.

{An obvious wince.} Aye, I've heard stories about The Tower. {She draws a finger across her throat.} As for home...

Well, that's the sea for me.

Consider me one of the lucky few that got out alive. [Crooked smile for that.]

Home is where the best memories are, or at least I find it so. Though I assume that as a sailor, freedom is where yours are then?

You must have a few tricks up your sleeve, then. {Jac rather likes her.}

There's nothin' like the open sea. Especially when I'm on my Pearl.

[Proper salute!]

Yes ma'am!

I do not know so much about tricks. Just a safety in the knowledge that what I di and did not do, they could never prove it. And the love of a sister, whatever that was worth. [Which in a family like hers, more and less then what people supposed.

Just pressed her fingers to her lips as she smiled and listened.]

So I am told by many of my privateers. They said nothing made them feel more trapped then being on land, when an untold vastness of adventure awaits them?

[Hello you! Her favourite ~~cuddly~~ story teller~! Big grin for him.]

There's a good lad.

{She arches a brow and listens. It surprises most people that she is a good listener. Then again, how else do they think she pulls off her seemingly random getaways?}

That's what it amounts to in the end - what they can prove and what they cannot prove. {Yet when tempers are high, sometimes proof isn't necessary.}

I know their pain. {A sad shake of the head.} It's like clippin' the wings of a bird. Sure, they might look pretty in their cage, but you're denying them their freedom.

[And after that grin and praise, he's over to give her an affectionate lean and forehead bump.]

I wonder if it's the name Elizabeth? God hears it and goes "Oh! Gotta make her exceptional somehow!" Cause seriously.

[To which she gives him a peck on the cheek.]

I like to think so, but then I'm obliged to. It's not just arrogance... well, only a little.

[This'll be interesting, the two of them seem quite adept at listening and plotting.]

And how exactly you use that to get what you need or want at the time. [She grins wickedly for a moment... because she had her moments of mischief all the same.]

Happily for them, I have plenty of work for them. Those Spanish ships do not just hand over their goods willingly.

[Squee!]

It's kinda true though. Even where I'm from. My first female doctor, not a nurse! A doctor with a Phd and everything, was named Elizabeth too.

I like the way you think, madam. {She's a Queen Jac could almost back. If she wasn't fussy about laws and Jac breaking them, that is.

Sweeping her hat off, she bows...like a man. It's difficult getting used to a new body.}

They certainly do not. {Something dark flashes in her eyes.} I've had my share of gathering their loot and everyone else's. A woman has to look out for herself in this world.

I'm happy that you do, but if you appreciate it, it's because you think the same. [Her being on the throne broke pretty much every law known to the time, so it can only go up from there, right?

Elizabeth gets a stately curtsey back. Grand as always. Not necessary, but rare that she gets to do it to anyone.]

That she does, and look out for everyone else, too. If only to make sure they don't stab you in the back later.

[Just going to lean on him, all comfy like. Moar cuddles plz.]

Women become Doctors too now? [Smile for that.]

[Nuzzles and cuddles all around..though he's mindful of her hair.]

Yup! Some people prefer them over male ones sometimes...mostly other women and children, but still! They're pretty awesome.

[Contentment, thy name is Elizabeth.]

I can imagine. [Shudder her court physicians sometimes, honestly.] The New World seems to be such a diverse place.

People of all types came to me and Mattie...Canada. The poor and huddled masses yearning to be free! Not that it didn't take a while to get along, and heck, some people still don't wanna get along. [Some nations still don't want to get along, but he's not going to worry her with that.]

Well, that hasn't changed. Vulnerable masses can be such a headache, can't they? [Idle laugh for that and more nuzzling.]

[Bess, you were the nicest mom/big sister ever. Cuddlecuddle.]

Dunno what it is about people in large groups.

We do a pretty good job though, right?

[And you're her favourite bitty. <3 Always. All of her pride and joy.]

I like to think we do. But then I'm not accustomed to accepting failure either.

You and England both. [He huffs softly.] Should I be worried about you over reacting to the weather being beyond your control like I do with him?

He may of gotten that off me, I'm sorry about that. We became rather arrogant together, or just complimented each other in it, either way... [... No, she never over-reacts to anything what are you talking about --] Only when it ruins my banquets. It's so inconsiderate when it does that. [Pout that she hid against his shoulder.]

Or you got that from him? [He laughs and kisses her temple.] Oh, trust me. I can understand. If it weren't for my left knee swelling up, I'd never get a clue about the weather.

Because clearly it's appropriate.

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