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it took every ounce of her being to level her head and
remain decent throughout the rest of the conversation.
she calmed her heart and straightened her back. lashing
out verbally a childish reaction, but she wasn’t familiar with
the feeling of being so openly opposed.
deidre took a step back and turned her back to him.
how many times had she heard that? hold a land via fear?
several had done it before and as of now it’d been working.
she had the power to crush any form of resistance but there
was always the issue if things would go wrong. plans
always went wrong at some point. she needed more power.
they hate me. they don’t respect me. a queen could certainly
live with that thought. but she couldn’t continue on as
a queen if she was without absolute power. not when
she was sick either. there really was no other choice than
to listen to him. it was listen or die upon her throne in the midst
when she turned to catch his eye once more her blue eyes
had lowered. there would be no contemplation of staying
ridiculously stubborn or hearing him out. she had no choice
if she looked at the big picture. something was bound to go
wrong in her reign.
”I apologize for that outburst.”
apologizing was yet another punch thrown at her ego,
and she resisted rolling her eyes at how strange the
words were coming from her mouth.
“You haven’t gone into detail what exactly you’re
offering. Go on, I’m listening.”
Manipulated, easily. He was partially surprised as to how quickly
she was defeated with nothing more than a few words, simple
truths and understandings one would have expected her to
know. It would be near impossible to be foolish enough to
not see what her behavior was creating, and what it would
create if she was to not alter the ways she ruled over the
realms in her possession — at least, when he was there
and telling her directly as to what would happen. However,
he wasn’t worried in the slightest, his previous words but
a moment ago having been clear in stating that he would
have no troubles in finding another monarch similar to her
in their thirst for power.
I can easily find another king or queen…
but you will not find another me.
Keeping a steady gaze on her as she turned away and
soon turned back, Jugram would take the turn to step
forward himself and towards the woman, a hand being
raised and motioning in a wave to demand she move
aside, a blatant act of claiming superiority all while
denouncing her position as queen over him. Although,
rather than wait, he would proceed to simply move
around her and stop…. A curious display, as if
attempting to send the message that he was not
one to stand aside and wait for those that could
not act or react quickly; yet, at the same time, he
could just as easily form a command and it would
likely be followed, for she had no other choice.
Arrogant, perhaps, but the only method able
to quickly place a child back into their place.
Repeating her own actions of having turned away
and turned back, her words would be addressed.
‘— had I not explained it enough when we first
conversed over this matter? With the assistance
of my own armies, of my King’s, I would be willing
to assist you in gaining whichever land it is you
would want, and without much of a price other than
that you provide us whatever it is we need from those
lands when they are needed. ’
The explanation was true to his intentions, yet it did leave
out a majority of details that would be particularly.. compromising
to her and her rule when the plan came to near its end. But, she
wouldn’t need to know those details — not yet, not ever. Despite
that, he knew she would begin to ask further questions if the
conversation were to linger on the topic, and he knew just the
way to shift it elsewhere.
‘—… you never dealt with the kingdom responsible for your
father’s death, have you? There is a place to start your
“They have disrespected me from the day I was born. They
need to know their place amongst my knights and
myself. In no way am I foolish, though I have been
called arrogant one too many times.”
the queen had already rose from her throne for she had no
patience to sit and listen to his words. all he ever did was
cause frustration for her and her men. she was, however,
willing to hear whatever he planned on saying after all of his
remarks— but he was slowly driving her closer to doing something
she would regret.
deidre curled her fists into her gown and paced from one side of
the room to the other. there had been the tiniest ball of rage at
the pit of her stomach, and by this point it’d crawled its way to
her head. her judgement was blinded, it always had been; she
was a queen that ruled off of emotion. blind rage. to be spoken
to like this? deidre couldn’t help but think he was trying to get
a rouse from her.
a queen on her own with not a male heir in sight had as much respect
as a fleck of dust. that was how her reign had started; troubled
with having a male representative speak in her stead. and
now? deidre was a tyrant. she had gained fear, respect and loathing
by conquering and destroying the territories that her father had been
too kind to rid of. and now?
my head on a pike next to my sister’s, hm?
she lifted her gown and turned; she’d stopped pacing to direct
her glare at him. she had to keep from yelling, seeing as her
guards had been told to enter at any sign of conflict. it was
becoming increasingly difficult to not lash out at this point. with
her chin held high she stormed closer to him.
“Do you speak to every King this way or just a Queen?
—These vermin called people would not dare defy me.
I want respect, even from you, and I don’t care how I
get it I will. Even if I have to cut you with your own sword;
you will give me the respect I deserve.”
‘— only those that have not proven their worth to deserve being
called a king or queen, and by no means are you a queen as your
father was a king up until his death. Yet, even then, I speak the same
to those with the noblest and purest blood that are not my King, my
Lord, my God. The treatment you receive is no different than any
other, that I can assure you. ’
He didn’t flinch the slightest as she came closer, temper flaring as
she glared up at him and made her threats. There was nothing
the woman was able to do to him, be it because he was much
more skilled as a warrior compared to her, or because she needed
him to have what she wanted in the end. To listen to her ramble on
about as to how he was to give her respect, or how she would
cut and kill him with his own blade— it was laughable, to say the
the least, yet he wasn’t laughing. Rather, he was pitying her for
truly being so weak and helpless, unable to do nothing more than
lash out through words…. which was expected of someone that
dared to call themselves a ‘Queen’, when they truly were without
‘— they need to know their place just as much as you need to know
yours. How is it that you expect to hold the amount of lands you seek
if you can do nothing more than turn the people against you, as they
hide and cower? You believe you have scared them into submission,
yet soon they’ll learn to not fear, and when they learn to not fear—
you and your sister’s head on pikes, as I said.
You wouldn’t be of any use to me dead, and you would not be of any
use to yourself dead, either. Reshape the way you think, or we will
no longer be working together to achieve what we want. I can easily
find another king or queen… but you will not find another me. ’
Who do you ship my muse with? (x)
Well— first I’m going to be rly trashy and just say— yeah ok I’m starting to ship it, thx.
As for specifically with the royalty!au (even tho p much elsewhere)— basically just—
hella power couple ruling over a lot of stuff through their own means separately and together.
‘— surely, I hope you were attempting to humor your people
as opposed to truly mocking them and creating an image of
arrogance out of yourself. Is it a pastime of yours to try and
have them rebel against your rule— or are you simply foolish? ’
The situation was particularly… absurd. Not once had the male
ever seen a ruler upon the throne do nothing more than take
the time out of their day to invite those subjugated to them into
their domain, to either ridicule them or punish them for behavior
taken over the course of a month, or even take them away for
reasons none would wish to think. At least, such was the rumor
that went about; Haschwalth was entirely unable to either confirm
nor deny it, for he had not once seen her display her power over
those beneath her, and hadn’t the interest to do so up until that day.
All that he needed know was that she had power to begin with, and
held the interest of gaining more. To him, the 'Queen' was nothing more
than a means of returning a much greater power into position, and such
would require time as well as someone with such a great lust for control
of the areas around her. He had come to her for that very reason, and
just somehow, a collaboration was struck between them.
She wished to be the greatest ruler ever known.
He wished to revive a God that would shadow her.
‘— it should be of common understanding that you would be unable
to earn what you desire if they have your head on a pike — perhaps
right next to your sister’s, were that secret to be told. Is that your goal? ’
Who do you ship my muse with? (x)
Can’t really say which Quincy I agree with and disagree with. Again— his views and ways of seeing the other Sternritter is a heavy factor, as well as in general character. Waaaaay too many factors to consider.
Who do you ship my muse with? (x)
Oooooh man— I can’t really say I ship many of these?
Like— I see the dynamic and reasoning stated about him and Nödt, but there’s more so that Haschwalth doesn’t.. really see them as anything more than means to wage war, honestly? It’s something I’ve been thinking on back since November when Haschwalth first executed Cang and BG9, and then again when he snapped against Uryuu in January about how they’re there to die for Yhwach— and I just can’t really see him holding much of a regard for the other Quincy unless one is established. Beyond that, I don’t really see Nödt as a shipping character.
Uryuu/Haschwalth— there’s… not really much of a power struggle that I see? Uryuu has minimal power in the Wandenreich given the placement as successor is a false one, and was nothing more than a ruse for the Sternritter — while Haschwalth already has his place as Grandmaster and emperor on occasion.
Haschwalth/Bambietta— I caaaaan see some reasoning for it, and could sorta go for it if given the circumstance, but not under the idea that it’s a ‘releasing frustration’ and ‘beasts’ ship. Not really the way he acts, y’know?
As for him and Unohana or Sui-Feng— I just can’t ship him at all with a Shinigami. Too much established hatred as well as the whole war thing going on for him to even consider coming close to or feeling for a Shinigami like that.
They were really interesting ideas, though! Thank you for sending them. ; 0 ;
i don’t think he’s ever stood so close to me.
the thought echoes softly in the power’s mind as gloved hands grasp the hem of her skirt, one boot resting behind its mate as candyfloss crown lowers in a curtsy.
it warms her heart, in truth— that he would come to her rather than summon her.
” grandmaster… is there anything you require from me? “
While it was indeed a rarity for him to approach one of his fellow
Sternritter as opposed to officially summoning them through the
means of his own servants, the difference was hardly considered
by the male. As long as the meeting was conducted and information
was either gained or relayed, Haschwalth saw no problems in how
the situation was approached and done.
Standing before the Designation ‘P’, the curtsy she gave was dismissed
with a nod of his head, before he began to speak, no time wasted in
immediately presenting the reason as to why he had come to talk.
‘— McAllon. There are details related to the upcoming battle that
must be discussed, specifically the role that you and the four
others will play. I assume you are familiar with the names listed
in the daten, about the special war potentials. Is that correct? ’
Such actions were entirely of disinterest, and his gaze would
shift almost immediately from the pocket watch, wherever it
be she found it from, to her own in which eye contact would
be established. From that look alone, it should have been apparent
to the Designation ‘P’ as to how he was the slightest bit disapproving
of what she was doing — yet otherwise, careless.
‘— are you perhaps finished, McAllon? ’