—"You two kiss and make up?" Johnny asked Corban with a cheeky grin, his arms crossed over his chest as he surveyed the cluttered countertops. He was as insufferable as ever, but the lightness in his tone contrasted starkly with the heaviness in Emmeline's chest.

— clanging,utensils being tossed about and the delightful smell of herbs and spices wafting through the air. Emma and Johnny were entrenched in their usual sibling squabbles, their banter providing a sense of comfort that Emmeline desperately needed as the rivalry reminded her of her own sister. —

— She took a deep breath, trying to clear her mind of the disappointment, their brief intimacy had been a mere interlude in the grand tapestry of their lives. Still, the weight of that understanding pressed heavily on her heart.

As she walked into the kitchen, the chaos greeted her: pots —

— had shared in the day and night they had been together. The lingering touches, the passion, the moments where she had allowed herself to believe in a connection deeper than anything she had felt before—those seemed to have evaporated the moment he returned to the trappings of his role. —

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my name is elizabeth but everyone calls me lizzy. I have been role-playing for fifteen plus years - pronouns are she/her.

profession - romanian queen & magizoologist
patronus - her father's wolf
boggart - fenrir greyback.

date of birth - 1st december
nationality - british/romanian
species - human
gender - female
hair colour - brunette
height - 5 ft 6
eye colour - heterochromia, one yellow, one purple
school - koldovstoretz
wand - holly wood, thestral tail hair, 9 inches, supple.

↬ it was over ten years before she returned to england, once she knew for certain that fenrir was dead. her son had grown into a fine young prince, having his uncle and pop pop to help mould him into a man. her daughters were adults and they didn't know her, she was a memory.

↬ emmeline stayed with her brother in romania, now he was king and she couldn't bring herself to return to england as much as she wanted to return to her husband and daughters, fenrir was still out there and she feared he would find her again, she couldn't risk it.

↬ her hope was lost and she feared this was her fate for eternity, emmeline was on the brink of giving up but her luck had changed when there was a chance to escape and without hesitation, she took arthur, managing to break free from her prison, immediately returning to romania.

↬ she remained a prisoner for a few years, without hope of escape. her family thought she was dead and her son believed that fenrir was his father even with her assuring him he wasn't. he was just a boy and didn't know better, latching onto the only man in his life.

↬ she was held prisoner by the notorious werewolf, revenge he had sought against his brother. while imprisoned, emmeline found out she was pregnant again and her baby was born a prisoner. she gave birth to a little boy and named him after her godfather and brother, arthur.

↬ life was complete and emmeline was happy but being who she was and the people she was related to, her past life soon caught up with her and mastetfully took her happiness away. when juliet was barely over a year old, fenrir greyback, the brother of her father found her and kidnapped her.

↬ her life with corban and elisabeta was more than she could have ever asked for and it was only made better when emmeline found out she was pregnant again. elisabeta was coming up to four years old and emmeline gave birth to another little girl, naming her juliet.