[ Everything was something more than she could give. If she were another woman, perhaps. But she was not. She was a Queen, and England's heart beat in her chest. It's hills and rivers her bones and blood. She woven them together as a woman should. Making a future that would last beyond anything she would ever see.

In time, she was sure, they would forget her. As humans were prone to doing.

But he wasn't human, and he wouldn't perish as they were all going to do. ]

Remember me like this, please? [ and for once she didn't force formality on them both, like her position and place dictated she must. All that mattered was his lips on hers and she sighed softly, her lips parting against his own. Her fingers shook as she rose her hand to him, holding his jacket like he might leave her, forget her.

And perhaps that, that was all she wanted. To be remembered like a woman, for there was a Kingdom to remember her like a Queen, but no one to recall her with tumbled hair, shallow breaths and warm eyes as she looked at him. The way her corset was suddenly too tight and she couldn't take in enough air, the insecurity that slipped and showed for a moment before she breathed out again, another content sigh. Her words are in warning, but not said with malice, for she has none. The rage in her cooled, for awhile. ] If you were a man, I should strike your head from your shoulders for saying such to me now of all times.

[ She let out a breathy laughter, her shoulders dipping with it. ] But you are right, it is not.