the earth around your feet | medieval au

[agathe.]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; color;"]Wreathed in her cloak of red, Queen Agathe Ingrid Ashyver dismounted her horse in a single fluid motion. The stallion would whinny once, tossing his head in displeasure as she gently tugged at his reigns. The girl did her best to steer him back to the stables as quickly as she could, realizing that the sun had just crested the horizon and would soon be cause enough to send her handmaidens barreling into her room in hopes of primping and preparing her for the day to come. He was a stubborn thing though, ears pinning against his skull and a look of wild distaste gleaming in his eyes. It was obvious that he had not wanted to return as quickly as they had. "Acanos," She muttered quietly, giving the reigns a less-than-gentle yank that finally had him cooperating, "I promise we can ride longer tomorrow."

She almost sighed in relief as he placidly passed to his handler, the man eagerly accepting the gold Agathe offered him in exchange for his continued support of her little outings. If anything happened to her, he'd certainly be the first one executed, but the queen was too confident in her own skill (and the sword that hung at her side) to fear for either of their lives. A rare smile was the last thing she extended to him before she hurried back to her quarters, peeling off her riding leathers and cloak and donning her dress just in time for her attendants to burst into her room.

After what felt like hours later, Agathe was deemed 'ready' for the day, silver hair pulled into an extravagant braid and lips painted crimson. Atop her head, a crown seemingly crafted with the gods in mind rested, its silver light illuminating her hair. Casually, she grabbed her beloved sword, fingers wrapping around its hilt as she abandoned her quarters to tend to her own affairs. Fortunately enough, she had no tedious business to attend to today and was free (or as free as a queen in charge of her kingdom could be) to do her own thing. Training was not quite an option so she instead settled for walking through the gardens, sword finding its place in the sheathe strapped to her back. She'd give anything to once be upon the back of Acanos, the wind whipping past her and the whole world at her feet, but this would do. Even if it was strange to see the self-proclaimed warrior queen absently sniffing flowers.