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The day is here.

elinor-thequeen:

Elinor’s eyebrows raised as she began to open her mouth to speak. “I-I’m so sorry Merida..” her voice trailed off as something triggered in her brain.. ‘warn yer family and the curse will become permanent. warn yer family, and th\ey will fall silent. warn yer family, and they will be mine.’ 

Elinor’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head. Had the witch really threatened that? was it something on the contract she had signed? The queen could have sworn she double-no- triple checked the contract for clauses. She was mortified. Merida’s eyebrows furrowed and she looked concerned. Elinor’s eyes darted around the room avoiding her daughter’s glance. Luckily, a maid was waving to her from across the room. “Ah-I- er-. I must go. I must go get the boys, their keeper for today is summoning me. I  do hope you understand.” Elinor turned up her lips in a half-attempted smile and hurried past her daughter, stomach churning with regret. 

The archer couldn’t believe the words that had come of of Queen Elinor’s mouth. She was actually apologizing! Why would her mother be feeling sorry now? Perhaps Queen Elinor missed her real daughter? Did the queen realize that she was only replacing her daughter with a well-mannered substitute? Or did the guilt of resorting to magic to solve her problems become too great?

Seeing her mother’s distress, the princess put her hands together in worry. “Mother? Is everything alright?” she asked, stepping towards Queen Elinor. She tried having eye contact with her mother, trying to get her attention, but it was of no use. Queen Elinor had left to see the maid she spoke of. Although different, the princess and the archer thought of the same thing.

‘What’s wrong with y’?’

The day is here.

elinor-thequeen:

Elinor nodded, her mind trailing off to another place. Merida was slouching in her throne, and Elinor was pacing around the room, scolding her daughter on how to be a princess. Then another flash back, Elinor was sneaking through Merida’s room snatching the princess’s various weapons when Merida caught her. What were Merida’s exact words? Ah yes, “taking away my freedom” .. another time when Elinor was discussing balls and other various occasions, Elinor promptly reminded Merida that all royal events were for royals only, and Merida fought with her, exclaiming it wasn’t fair. When did Merida EVER agree with her mother? 

Oh, that’s right.. Only when she’s under a spell. 

The sing-song voice that Merida has adopted as of late was really starting to get on Elinor’s nerves. The queen wasn’t sure if it was because she wasn’t used to constantly agreeing with her daughter, or if it was the guilt, eating away at her. She watched as the princess glanced around the room, a smile plastered to her face, her posture as perfect as ever.  Her hair was tucked neatly behind her ears, her dress was perfect, there were no missing jewels, no holes or dirt marks.. Who was this girl?

Elinor kept flashing back to her daughter digging around in the back yard. Her staff members mocked the young girl, stating that she would never be a princess if Elinor let her act like a young boy. Elinor didn’t care. She was absolutely and utterly in love with her child, and there was nothing Elinor wouldn’t do for her. Everything and Anything Merida ever wanted, Elinor got for her, or she made it happen. What happened to that kind of love? Elinor’s eyes unlatched themselves from the floor. “Merida-” her voice quivered. “I want to talk to you about something..” her voice begun to trail off. 

As the princess rambled on, the archer couldn’t help but notice that her mother seemed distant.  What was wrong with her? Isn’t this what she wanted? A kind and obedient daughter? One that would curtsy, have manners, and not speak out of turn? Merida could remember the times she and her mother had disagreements. From the time they couldn’t agree on what she would for an event to times her mother wanted her to stay in the castle. 

Speaking of which, Merida still remembered the time her mother had placed a decree to keep her in the castle and separated her from Angus. The archer also recalled the time when her mother told her she would try anyone who would aid Merida for treason.  Was her mother serious? Or was that just an empty threat? Seeing how Queen was willing to use a spell to get her way, she wouldn’t be surprised.

But why was Queen Elinor looking so distressed now that she had the daughter she’s always wanted? The princess looked over to her mother. “Is something the matter?” she asked.

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kingfergus:

scottish—lass:

”..Odd? What do y’ mean by odd?” she asked. ‘Oh, don’t pretend like y’ don’t know!’ The archer wished there were was a way to communicate with her father. Her real father. This King Fergus seemed too well-mannered and serious for the archer’s liking. 

“Well, actually,” she said,”I do have this weird feeling in my chest. Like..something’s a bit off. Something’s..not quite right. But nothing’s going wrong; I jus’ don’t know what it is yet..”

Fergus felt himself tense up as Merida began saying how she thought nothing seemed odd. ‘Nonono…please tell me she can at least try an’ communicate with me!’ He missed his silly, wild daughter. He missed their teasing and rough housing. He missed everything.

He calmed down slightly as she continued. ‘There it is. Alright, Fergus! Just try and say somethin’.’ “I see… I have it as well. I wanted to make sure I was not the only one.” His eyes darted around the room casually as he tried to pick out Elinor. “Per’aps if we spoke with yer mother. She is wise. Maybe then we will find answers.” ‘An’ this is HER doin’.’

The archer delighted in the fact this not-fun-father was making some sort of progress. Maybe her father was thinking the same thing as she was. Although, he may not know that he is…

The princess nodded. “I agree.”

‘Yes! Progress! ..I hope’