Take this pink ribbon off my eyes

[breadbound]

Who: Laisa and Elise
Universe: Original
What: A queen learning to be a person
Warning: None yet

Laisa had spent her whole life training for the role she’d always known only death would spare her from.

And yet, here she was, her country in one piece and the threat of invasion at least put off, and someone else’s problem to deal with if Gresta didn’t honor the terms of treaty, the terms that had had Laisa stepping down.

She wrapped the cloak a little tighter around her, the dull brown of it covering the top of her head. For now she had the cold outside to help excuse her but she’d need to find something better come spring. She couldn’t stand looking in the eyes of her subjects, waiting for them to recognize her now that she wasn’t Queen any longer. She couldn’t decide if it was better if they knew her or if they didn’t.

“Excuse me,” she said, moving to brush by someone in the street.

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[climbonup]

Elise, meanwhile, has never had that kind of stability ever. Moving from city to city, job to job, not because of anything she did, usually, just circumstance. But at this point, she's not entirely sure she would understand stability if she saw it. Maybe this is just how she was supposed to live her life, flitting around and becoming juuuust attached enough that she wouldn't hate living somewhere, enough for her to make a few friends but ones that wouldn't miss her too terribly when she moved on.

She's never quite been able to stomach politics (another source of what felt like near constant chaos), but even she knows what their Queen looks like. Out of context is much more difficult, though- she turns when her skin is brushed and she blinks at Laisa, trying to figure out why she looks so very familiar. "Yes?" she asks, politely enough but without the reverence one usually greeted royalty with.