Okay, first of all. How dare you? How dare you ask me to do a Beautiful People about only one of my lovely pairings. It’s not fair. I don’t like it.

I’m going to do at least two, maybe seventeen, and here’s the first one. Edward and Emmeline of The Queen’s Assassin. This novel is currently under remodeling, so some of these details are subject to change.

How and why did they meet?

It was very romantic. She didn’t look at him, and he was instantly smitten by the dark-haired beauty refusing to back down before royalty.

What were their first impressions of each other?

He thought she was a lioness. She thought he might be the clever one.

How would they prove their love for each other?

They both engage in activities which result in life-threatening injuries.  Edward gets angry when his father provokes him (using his feelings for Emmeline) and tries to take on a bandit who is twice his size.

Emmeline has to keep hers under wraps, lest the population realize she is running around the city stabbing people. In the end, however, her greatest proof of love is returning to Edward when a more tempting future awaits in the other direction.

What would be an ideal date?

Well, Edward actually takes her on it. It goes a little something like this:

“Here we are.” Edward cast a line up to the watchman on deck.

“Indeed. But the question remains…” Emmeline clambered up the side of the ship with ease, “why?”

He joined her on deck and, instead of answering, twirled her around and led her to the stern. “I had to get special permission from the General, but he said it would be fine tonight,” Edward said as he carefully shuttered the stern lights.

“What are we doing here?” Emmeline was baffled and touched by all the effort he’d gone to.

The prince took a seat and patted the rail next to him.

She worked her mouth, frustrated and delighted by his silence. She sat.

It was just like her previous visit to the Hartswell; the ship sang her light and merry tune in the breeze and the rocking wavelets. The masts stretched high into the night, almost disappearing at their tips, save the white of the fluttering pennants. The gentle motion of the ship in the night felt like being in a mother’s embrace. Above them glimmered stars as constant a compass as God’s hand ever crafted for a skilled sailor. It was like coming home. She leaned against Edward, his warmth coming through her shawl, and his presence a comfort.

“In your letter, you described your moment of peace. Every time my father sends us up the North Road, we ride rough all day, but our nights are like this. It’s quiet up there.”

“Didn’t you disperse five bandit camps?”

“And for all that, there were no toasts, no dances, and no lawyers.”

“Ah,” Emmeline nodded knowingly. “War can be calmer like that.”

She thought of the blood on her hands, on Andrew’s last shuddering breath in her arms… and a cold thought struck her: she would do it all again for the man sitting next to her. He was worth it. “Edward-” she looked up at him.

He kissed her.

Every thought in her mind stopped, her heart skipped a beat, and the thrill of loyalty she felt froze at its height. The crossbow wound in her side was icy and her dress pulled too tight.

Edward reached a hand up and gently cupped her chin. “I promised Ali I would get you back to the castle before the bells tolled midnight; it was the only way I could convince him to let you alone.”

Emmeline tried to remember how to make her lungs work. 

The Prince of Masallia stood and offered her a hand. “Shall we?”

I even did an art of it:


Is there something they emphatically disagree on?

Early in their relationship, Edward realizes that she is keeping things from him. He doesn’t think she should. The reason Emmeline does is to keep him alive. So I suppose that’s a fundamental disagreement. They both go to exceptional lengths to keep their frustration with the other on the down-low, however. Arguing outright might actually have been healthier, but they are both too good at diplomacy for that.

List 5 “food quirks” they know about each other. (Ex: how they take their coffee, if they’re allergic to something, etc….and feel free to mention other non-food quirks!)

  1. Edward sees how she freezes whenever they have close contact and correctly guesses that this is due to trauma in her past.
  2. Emmeline is the only one who knows just how deep Edward’s temper runs. Most of the time the slight clench of his jaw goes undetected by everyone.
  3. He knows that she doesn’t like to keep her hair loose, but does so for the sake of appearances.
  4. She knows that he doesn’t like to be babied, even when seriously injured.
  5. Emmeline is the knows exactly how many people have tried to kill Edward.

What’s one thing they know about each other that no one else does?

Edward knows that Emmeline had a mother-figure growing up, her aunt. Everyone else assumes she was raised exclusively by men.

Emmeline knows that Edward kept equal parts rage and love in his heart for his father. When the king kicked the bucket, Edward was relieved, guilty, and grieving. Emmeline understood him perfectly when no one else could.

What’s one thing that they keep a secret from each other?

One? One! Hahahahahahaha! Oh, that’s funny.

How would their lives be different without each other?

Emmeline would not have survived the events of the story without Edward. Physically? Maybe. Emotionally? She would have been damaged beyond repair.

Edward would not become king were it not for Emmeline, and he wouldn’t have held onto his throne, either.

Where do they each see this relationship going?

Into the history books. It’s gonna be legendary.


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