REGAL BLOOD: Vestige One

The  text is divided into two completely independent parts. I would like you  to imagine it in the following way: the first part corresponds  to an archaeological effort to recover the textual sources of the world  that I am creating. In this case, a contemporary writes a biography of  Vesra (logically after the story). The second part is a  theatricalization of a small piece of what is referred to  in the first part.

In  general, I would appreciate all kinds of feedback, but especially  related to the grammar and style of my British English (I am not a  native speaker).

I  hope that this way of approaching the plot and the world seems original and awakens your interest in order to discover little by little everything that happened in the lives of my OCs.

NOTE -  'AZDEN' is The White Queen, I changed her name.

Azden: https://www.patreon.com/posts/white-queen-46081569

Misse: https://www.patreon.com/posts/black-queen-45881046

Vesra: https://www.patreon.com/posts/cold-spring-01-48783859

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Part One.

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I finally got Abby, a maid of the queen, to agree to meet with me.

I  went personally to her humble abode on the 9th Calendula and on the 12th Nemesia. Fountain pen in hand, I completely filled two notebooks, which, looking them over now....

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Vesra had stormed angrily into the chamber, demanding explanations she didn't need....

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It seemed to me that Abby sympathised with the princess. The maid spoke of a "daring" that would be "fully justified" for anyone who had suffered a similar outrage.

The incident occurred in the heat of an imperial decree amending the Act of Rights and Duties of the Diarch Families - Imperial Family after this reform -. I did not learn until much later that it involved clipping Princess Vesra's wings... literally. Certainly an episode whose impact I find it interesting to investigate for this biography,  as...

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Abby was aware - and an admirer, I would say - of  the many years that Vesra and some of her masters had invested in quirky  and sterile affairs, which led to Vesra's systematic neglect of her training  as a ruler.

Few are conscious that Queen Misse put an end to much by edict, though she will always be remembered for her diplomatic skills.

Abby dismissed statements I obtained from Master Nobmiis that they were very close to discovering "something big" when the queen unilaterally severed relations with Vesra, whose work - and funding - was indispensable.

I quote below the maid's words:

"Yes, that was important because it was a life's work, but if you had known her as I did you would know that her teary eyes and broken voice only projected the anguished helplessness of knowing that she could never again open a book on transmutation."

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Part Two.

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MISSE:  You have no choice. If you rebel, the kingdom will use all its power to force you.

VESRA:  You mean you will try to use all that power in vain.

MISSE:  That's what you still don't understand. I don't have a choice either.

VESRA:  And if you accept it then you'll be withered in life, what's the difference between dying and being forced to be a person you're not?

MISSE:   It is a fair sacrifice in exchange for achieving a great good for many.

VESRA:  I can't.

MISSE:  You can.

VESRA:  You don't understand. I am not you. And you can't tell me I haven't tried. At best I've been a pathetic candle in front of a dazzling sun.

MISSE:  You don't try hard enough.

VESRA:  Can't you see that your intransigence is useless; if your words  don't persuade me, how will sabres and arrows make any difference?

MISSE:  Don't be naive. Violence will only serve to keep you cloistered until the passage of time moderates your judgement.

VESRA:  I'd rather take my own life.

MISSE:  ...

VESRA:  Aargh, what do you think Azden? As an elf.

AZDEN:  We value life above all things. No suffering lasts forever.

VESRA:  Immortal life, but what about the rest?

AZDEN:  I don't know.

VESRA:  Don't you value human life?

AZDEN:  Yes.

VESRA:  You're contradicting yourself.

AZDEN:  I think you'd say the same thing about something you've never thought about, what do you think about the life of an ephemera?

VESRA:  What is that?

AZDEN:  An insect whose life is extinguished before it realises that it  doesn't have to fear that the star that gives it warmth will disappear forever.

VESRA:  It's not the same thing, and you should know that by now. Elves beware of suggesting such ideas in public.

MISSE:  Don't you dare utter such impertinence again or....

(Azden interrupts).

AZDEN:  We don't. I think I'm in confidence.

VESRA:  ...

(Vesra leaves)

AZDEN:  I think she isn't ready. You're exposing me recklessly.

MISSE:  Don't worry, she's just frustrated. I guarantee she'll ask for your forgiveness tomorrow.

AZDEN:  I hope you're right. We all need her.

...

Were you like that too?

MISSE:  You may go, Abby.

ABBY:  Your Majesty.

(Abby bows and exits the chamber).

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