medieval fantasy starring gong li, eva green, & evangeline lilly
All their lives princesses Isadora (Green) and Cordelia (Lilly) have been told that they are not as good as the men who lead them. Despite having a kind father who loved them and taught them just as well as the men in the kingdom, they were told to sit back and look pretty so they could attract a mate to marry them and whisk them away. But now with their father on his death bed and the neighboring country threatening war the women in the family are the only hope their kingdom has left.
The two make the trip to the next country only to find that not only is it everything they dream their kingdom to be, but it’s ruled by a woman - the progressive Queen Adelais (Li) rules with a fair, but iron demeanor and her kingdom is prosperous because of it. She takes the princesses in, more than willing to make some sort of compromise to keep their kingdoms from war, though as their visit continues Isadora finds herself falling deeply in love with the neighboring queen and fortunately Queen Adelais returns the feelings. With Cordelia’s blessing, the three join forces to combine their kingdoms into one prospering land - but there is always a dark force lurking and it just so happens that the dying king’s council doesn’t approve of women running things.
When their power is threatened, just how willing will the sisters with their new confidant be to fight back?
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i forgot to mention for that helena mini fic that it doesn’t go right in her attempts to put the pieces back together because she ends up making it worse.
this was going so well
Helena is hitting herself, over and over and over again, her fist once more the fist of God — except it was never the fist of God, not ever, and what does that make it now? How much sin has she committed, with these hands, destroying God’s creations in the name of God, herself a false prophet?
She whimpers, and aches for some divine punishment, some deserved pain for her sins.
Beth lingers on the edge of her kitchen, afraid — it’s only when Alison’s here that she’s able to confront it, this space that screams Paul yelling, Paul threatening, Paul handing her bottle after bottle, Paul Paul Paul.
She rests her head against Alison’s and sighs, bone-weary, and her mouth is nudged by a spoon that she sips at unthinkingly.
It tastes like home; somehow, Alison has made her house into a home.
I WOULD NOT GIVE YOU ANGST
Also: thank you! That means a lot, I’m glad you’re diggin’ em.
The sweat beads on Sarah’s face and she is starting to relax when there is a muffled squeeeeak and then a weight on her shoulder. It is definitely Helena’s weight, the psycho killer making little whistling snores through her nose.
Sarah’s shoulder falls asleep, but it’s worth it.
Sarah opens the door to what looks like a collapsed dandelion — a pool of yellowish curls and a slight snoring sound.
She closes the door.
She manages to make it ten feet away before she starts laughing.