Apr. 29th, 2014

no_longer_a_king: (Hail to the king)
In another time and another place, another decision was made. Rather than try to hide herself away at the suggestion of others to avoid warfare, a young girl decided to hold to her ideals at all costs and refused to lie to her newly acquired Kingdom. This led to a time of strife among the people and a war which lasted three years. During this time, the girl led an army against all who refused to have her on the throne simply because she was a woman. Even after it was found she was the only child of the long late Uther Pendragon she still had to fight for the claims to her lands. Many Lords refused to answer to a girl.

Even once the rebellion was quelled, the girl's--now a woman's--throne was not secure. No one believed she had a right and many came forward claiming to be Uther Pendragon's son. All that had to be done to quiet them was simply show them the sword she had drawn from the stone; the sword that marked her as the rightwise King of England. This very sword that kept her body from aging. Most tried to claim her sword was a farce, but the magus always at her side would always say a few choice words to get them to back down. If none would take the High Queen seriously, they certainly did take the strongest mage in the land seriously. And if they did not take him seriously, then the various Cardinals who had witnessed her deed when they asked for her proof would confirm it.

This was the girl who had rallied the people and led an army to quell all who opposed her, the girl who had ensured the people were being fed and that the peasantry were safe. This was the girl--the woman--who rode at the front of her armies whenever an invasion came, who led those same armies to victory every single time. The Kingdom was by no means perfect under her rule, but a growing number of the populace believed she could bring the peace they so desperately needed.

This did not appease the various kings and warlords she ruled over, each one wishing for power, each one licking his wounds at the thought they had lost to a mere girl. Each one sent a warning to her: give her throne over to a man as ancient law decreed or there would be a war like no other. There needed to at least be an heir and with Arturia unwilling to name a successor, she had to marry and procure one.

They thought she would wed one of them if they pressured her enough.

Her compromise had been to at least meet potential suitors for the period of one year and choose a husband to be her Consort. Even if she still looked like a girl, she was a woman nearing twenty. If she had not drawn Caliburn, Arturia would likely have found a husband of her own long ago. One who would accept her desire to be a knight above anything else. Her adoptive parents knew she would not give her hand to anyone else, regardless of their standing.

And she would allow anyone, regardless of station or history of standing, come speak to her on the matter. She would not choose a husband based on class. If she happened to choose a noble, then so be it. If not, she would inwardly be pleased at how those hungry Lords ground their teeth.

Which is where our story finds us now. Arturia, clad in the white dress of a noble maiden, awaiting the latest in a long line of potential husbands. Part of her wondered what she had been thinking in agreeing to marriage at all. It was not uncommon for a man who married a Queen to throw his weight around and act as if he was the one in charge, even if his title was to be Prince Consort and nothing more. Arturia had been told many stories during the course of her education of Queens who had been forced out of power by greedy husbands. However, she trusted the knights she had gathered around her would sooner cut their own throats out than follow a man who had not earned their loyalty as she had.

Hopefully the next man who entered this private meeting room with the castle's finest wine and food laid out for them would be the sort of man she was looking to be at her side. And, if not, there would be others. She had three months left to decide on a husband. She did not see the rush in deciding this and, hopefully, she could find a way to avoid marriage and succession for even longer.