Continuing from yesterday.
@norcumi @theotherguysride @cuzosu-blog
Fandom: 15th Century RPF, Star Wars: The Phantom Menace
AU: Blade of the Force
Word Count: 636
Characters: Margaret of Lancaster | Margaret Princess of Wales (OC), Sabé, the handmaidens, Owen Tudor
A young woman in a brilliantly orange and yellow gown is waiting outside the cargo hold when they have finished seeing to their horses and armor, and Obi-Wan is absent. Perhaps seeing to what accomodations might be made for them in this ship.
“Her Highness would like to meet you, Your Grace.” Her voice is quiet and diplomatically soft for all the watchfulness in her expression. “If you would follow me.”
Margaret tilts her head with a small smile to acknowledge the invitation that she had no doubt would be a command if given to any other. “I will be glad to meet Her Highness, and my companions with me.”
The young woman’s lips curve in something that begins a smile, before she turns to lead them through the long corridor to the cargo bay, and to a small room that moves once the door is closed. Another strangeness of the ship, like the doors which require no hand to open or close.
“How is it that rooms move, and doors open and close without someone to move them?” Owen sounds as curious as Margaret feels, though he can more readily ask such questions than she might.
Their guide looks puzzled a moment. “A lift is meant to move, to take people from one level of a ship or a building to another. And I don’t know that I’ve ever seen a door that isn’t meant to be powered.”
“Powered by what, though? I can see no mechanism for ropes and a wheel, nor any other means of which I know to allow an unseen servant to move door or this room.”
The door of the lift opens before the woman can answer, and she leads them out, and through a room which has a disassembled something in the center, pieces laid out around it in some order which Margaret cannot discern. Even what it might be is beyond her. There’s another door at the far end, where the woman stops.
“You might ask one of the pilots for an explanation of how the ship and everything on it works.” She smiles a moment at Owen, before pressing something on the wall, the door opening to reveal what is clearly a throne room, with a woman dressed in an elaborate outfit primarily of black on the throne, her face elaborately painted. There are more women in the same outfit as their guide arrayed behind the throne, clearly some kind of highly-placed servants.
“Your Highness, our guests.” Their guide moves to take her place among the rest. “Her Grace, the Princess of Wales, Margaret of Lancaster, and her companions.”
Margaret steps through the door, bowing as she would to her father, rising at a nod from the woman on the throne, and coming closer.
“We would know the names of your companions as well, Your Grace.” Her voice is deep and rich, a careful cadence in her words. Trained to speak to her people so, Margaret thinks.
“My cousins, John Holland, Earl of Huntingdon, Thomas Beaufort, and Richard Neville, and Owen Tudor, Knight of my household.” Margaret allows herself a polite smile, though she wants very much to ask if the women who attend upon the queen are themselves soldiers, and too, if the queen herself is, as Margaret has come to be. “I am afraid no one has told me who you are, Your Highness, that I might thank my host properly.”
“I am Queen Amidala of Naboo.” Amidala smiles a little, though it is the same sort of polite diplomacy that Margaret has learned since Robert died and left her her father’s chosen heir.
“Your hospitality is most gracious and welcome, my cousin of Naboo, and I am grateful for your offer to come aboard your ship.” Margaret bows again, smiling a little more genuinely.
Notes:
Whether or not it’s historically accurate, I’m using the convention of referring to other monarchs as cousins or siblings, which I picked up from Shakespeare adaptations and other costume drama set in roughly the right era. It’s fun, and it isn’t a convention of the GFFA, so it has the possibility of making people at least have a moment of “… wha?”
I did look at a layout for the Naboo royal yacht, and made rude gestures at it and decided to just do what worked for the story and doesn’t imply a too much larger than the ship actually might have been layout.
Next day reblog.