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Who: Elizabeth

not_apriest
Where: Gardens
When: Sunday, June 9th
Rating: PG
Summary: Elizabeth goes for a walk in the gardens and finds a priest. Might be some Bioshock spoilers depending on where the conversation goes.

Elizabeth has wandered the grounds here and there since her arrival, but there's still plenty to see. She hasn't gone far beyond the grounds and certainly not as far as the woods. She should go to the beach soon to have a better look at the ocean. Maybe she'll take a picnic basket with her and invite Mr. Dewitt. That guy could probably use a break. Elizabeth isn't sure, but she figures he's poking around all over the place looking for a way out. It's not likely he'll leave her behind, so until then, she occupies herself however she can.

Today, she goes to the gardens. There are so many interesting trees, plants and flowers for her to see. Many of them are entirely foreign to her, so she often examines them carefully and returns to the library to try and learn their names. Who knows, knowledge of the exotic plantlife here could come in handy one day.

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He laughs a little self-deprecatingly. "And what would you like to know about me? I'm not sure my story will be as exciting as the dramatization you've already read."

"Like you said, it's a dramatization. I want to know the truth."

She still loves the book, of course. It will always be among her favorites. Especially now that she's met the men who inspired it.

"How did you become a Musketeer?"

He shrugs. "I studied fencing from a young age, I was quite proficient. When I left the Church, it seemed the way in which I could best serve the King."

"Why did you want to serve the king? Is he a good person?"

Not all people in charge are actually good people.

"It's not about..." He pauses. "Elizabeth, I left the Church because it was failing people and it was failing the service of God with corruption and secrets and double standards. The monarch... the monarch is chosen by God. It's a more direct sort of service. There's a certain amount of faith and a certain amount of patience in waiting for the grand design to be revealed that's required. I don't think the King is a bad man, but he's a boy right now. In time, we'll see what sort of man he becomes."

"I envy your patience." She smiled a little. Aramis was obviously still strong in faith, even if he has left the church for a different path.

"With your help, I'm sure the king will become an excellent monarch."

"He doesn't take advice from us, but with our protection he might, at least, live long enough to become an excellent monarch," Aramis told her.

"You and Monsieur Athos are very smart. He should listen to you. A king should listen to those around him." Still, she supposes a king when always do what he wants.

"He has advisers for that." Not well-chosen advisers, and he doesn't trust the chiefest of them as far as he can throw him. But still. There are many in line before them to give advice to the king. "But we would be pleased to serve in any way that we can."

"I'm sure you would." He has been forthcoming enough in their conversation.

"Well, I'll let you get back to your business. I'm sorry for interrupting." Though she would stay if he wanted to speak further.

There's a bit of a self-deprecating smile. "I told you it would bore you."

"Oh no!" Has she offended him?

"Not at all! I just.. I don't want to pry too much. I know it must sound terribly odd, but I feel very comfortable around you and the others." She never knew people; all she knew were books.

"If there's ever anything I can do to help you, please ask. Everyone's been so kind to me. I didn't know what to expect when I got here."

"You're not prying," he assured her. "But I won't keep you. Perhaps we can speak again another time."