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Lucette had tried her best to calmly walk past Deacon but knew the moment he stopped her with his cane that he no doubt saw Uncle Kane’s still irritated behavior from the argument they had. She opens her mouth to greet Deacon, only to frown in irritation when he assumes that she did something. 

“I have done absolutely nothing, Deacon. It is Uncle who you should be asking that particular question to, not me. I merely stood my ground. It was Uncle who got angry at me first. All over an idiotic marriage proposal that I have and had no interest in.” She says haughtily, a scoff in her voice hidden under her words. 

One half of her mind was appalled at her tone, mentally strangling her to apologize to both him and Uncle but the other half stomped her foot and was practically breathing smoke out of her nose with anger. Telling her that she was in the right and they were not.

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The Armada’s Emissary has noticed his creator’s questionable behavior as of late. He witnessed his short-temper earlier this morning while they were discussing important matters. Every time Deacon spoke to Kane, he found the Commander’s responses to be rash and unusually rushed. Reactions he rarely had - unless something has agitated him as of late.

While walking down one of the hallways, he finds Lucette heading in his direction. Deacon decides to stop Valencia’s princess by holding his cane out in her way, ensuring he had her full attention. Whatever was bothering Kane was likely on her behalf - she’d been causing nothing but trouble to both the Elite and Valencia lately.

“What have you done now?” He asks, not bothering to clarify himself.

Following Deacon over to the side of the large hallway, Lucette casts a quick glance around her to make sure no one was around before finally letting out a heavy sigh, most of her anger draining away. When he asks who had asked for her hand, she could not restrain the eye roll her eyes did, a minor spark of annoyance appearing before dimming down.

“Duke Alfonso VII of Castille. One of the tiny few of human nobles in that stinkhole of Monquista. From what I have heard, he only became duke of that enormous providence a year ago. The Monquistans are quite desperate to have Valencia. Too bad, they will not have it nor me.” 

 Lucette stares out the side of one of the many large windows in the hallway, her icy blue eyes narrowing into sharp daggers at the thought of marrying that pathetic, obvious excuse of a puppet. Not only will that be humiliation of herself, it would be humiliation of Valencia, of her people! And yet for some reason, her Uncle still insisted on her even considering the proposal! No! She knew exactly why! Her uncle could not resist the opportunity of having a chance to take and control Monquista’s largest providence. Of finally having a chance to bring down the prideful monkeys under his control.

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The Armada’s Emissary has noticed his creator’s questionable behavior as of late. He witnessed his short-temper earlier this morning while they were discussing important matters. Every time Deacon spoke to Kane, he found the Commander’s responses to be rash and unusually rushed. Reactions he rarely had - unless something has agitated him as of late.

While walking down one of the hallways, he finds Lucette heading in his direction. Deacon decides to stop Valencia’s princess by holding his cane out in her way, ensuring he had her full attention. Whatever was bothering Kane was likely on her behalf - she’d been causing nothing but trouble to both the Elite and Valencia lately.

“What have you done now?” He asks, not bothering to clarify himself.

Lucette lets out a small huff of amusement at Deacon’s flat statement. She is a bit surprised that Deacon of all people did not know of this, considering he is Kane’s right hand, but even Kane had plans that the Elites were left in the dark about. She expected nothing less. Hearing Deacon’s guess, she lets out a loud laugh though it wasn’t from amusement. The anger was returning again.

“HA! I wish! No, he is instead upset with me for not accepting the proposal! “Think rationally, Lucette. Just consider it for a single moment, Lucette. You are acting like a spoiled child, Lucette! You are thinking like a commoner, Lucette! Why are you still holding onto that minuscule false hope for Teach, Lucette? You know he is a pirate now, Lucette!” She mocked her Uncle’s words, tears starting to fall down her face and her voice wobbling once she said the name of her old betrothed turned traitor. She did not want to admit that her uncle’s words had hurt, but they always do. She did not want to cry in front of Deacon but he has seen her cry many times already. Once more would be irrelevant.

“I know that as the princess, it is my duty to marry and produce a suitable heir to the throne as soon as it is possible but...I...I am just not ready for marriage. I...I-I just...I don’t know.” She then admits helplessly, wishing once more that Queen was here. Or that Momma was still alive.

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The Armada’s Emissary has noticed his creator’s questionable behavior as of late. He witnessed his short-temper earlier this morning while they were discussing important matters. Every time Deacon spoke to Kane, he found the Commander’s responses to be rash and unusually rushed. Reactions he rarely had - unless something has agitated him as of late.

While walking down one of the hallways, he finds Lucette heading in his direction. Deacon decides to stop Valencia’s princess by holding his cane out in her way, ensuring he had her full attention. Whatever was bothering Kane was likely on her behalf - she’d been causing nothing but trouble to both the Elite and Valencia lately.

“What have you done now?” He asks, not bothering to clarify himself.

Through the veil of her tears, Lucette sees Deacon offer her a handkerchief, taking it from him gingerly and wiping away her tears. She could already that venomous voice waking up in her cage, no doubt woken up by her torment.

“I know I shouldn’t, Deacon, but it’s Edward. I still despise him for what he did and want to make him suffer for it but you know how how us humans are. After that disaster of a betrothal three years ago, I am just scared. There are not many human royals in the Spiral and not too many human nobility. What if I cannot find someone compatible?” She worries, her old fears popping up once again. When she and Edward had been betrothed to each other as children and grew up together, she had naively thought that he was her Prince Charming from fairy tales. Now all of those old feelings were coming back to bite and they were biting hard.

Lucette’s eyes widen when she hears that Uncle Kane was regretting the argument between them, a small smile appearing on her face. 

“I do too. I just feel like...After Edward, Uncle promised me that he would not force me to marry anyone as long as I did choose someone by the time I am crowned Queen. I just feel like Uncle is going back on his word.” 

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The Armada’s Emissary has noticed his creator’s questionable behavior as of late. He witnessed his short-temper earlier this morning while they were discussing important matters. Every time Deacon spoke to Kane, he found the Commander’s responses to be rash and unusually rushed. Reactions he rarely had - unless something has agitated him as of late.

While walking down one of the hallways, he finds Lucette heading in his direction. Deacon decides to stop Valencia’s princess by holding his cane out in her way, ensuring he had her full attention. Whatever was bothering Kane was likely on her behalf - she’d been causing nothing but trouble to both the Elite and Valencia lately.

“What have you done now?” He asks, not bothering to clarify himself.

Lucette lets a short laugh at Deacon’s words of Kane’s unpredictability, but then stops when he talks about Kane caring. She of course knew that her Uncle cared about her, she would not be here if he did not, but it never truly occurred to her that how much it showed. She had always assumed that whenever Kane shown displeasure or anger with her that it was a sign of him getting tired of her.

“You...you are right, Deacon. I should have thought more deeply about Uncle’s reactions and behaviors. He is not a simple...clockwork man.” She quietly admits, a sense of shame creeping up her arms. She raises a single black eyebrow when Deacon suggested that she have an honest conversation with her Uncle after they had an argument but she then realizes her mistake and mentally smacks herself, her expression shifting into one of embarrassment. Of course after an argument, especially now that they both had some space from each other. Though it would probably be best to save it until tonight or early tomorrow before lessons. Just in case. 

“You’re right, Deacon. Maybe it is time that Uncle and I have a true discussion like adults rather than yelling at each other like children. It may not change his stance on the matter but...maybe it would help him realize that I am not withholding my approval out of spite or for Teach. I am just waiting for the right prince or noble to woo me off my feet and for him to be worthy of Valencia and her people. I am certain that Uncle wouldn’t like some inexperienced fool to have some control of Valencia, no?” She asks, a sly gin blooming upon her lips with her rising mood. Only to sour again when she felt her stirring about and getting ready to say something. Before Deacon’s progress could be ruined, she threw her back into the cage and turned her attention once more on Deacon, making sure to wipe away any trace of discomfort or annoyance from her face. 

@kingarise reblogged for a starter from: Deacon!

The Armada’s Emissary has noticed his creator’s questionable behavior as of late. He witnessed his short-temper earlier this morning while they were discussing important matters. Every time Deacon spoke to Kane, he found the Commander’s responses to be rash and unusually rushed. Reactions he rarely had - unless something has agitated him as of late.

While walking down one of the hallways, he finds Lucette heading in his direction. Deacon decides to stop Valencia’s princess by holding his cane out in her way, ensuring he had her full attention. Whatever was bothering Kane was likely on her behalf - she’d been causing nothing but trouble to both the Elite and Valencia lately.

“What have you done now?” He asks, not bothering to clarify himself.

Lucette raises a single eyebrow when Deacon stopped midway into his sentence, something he rarely does. Too late, though, she already knew what he was insinuating. As if she hadn’t listen to Kane rant dozens of times.Only to freeze when Deacon points out that he saw her expression change that she had tried to hide and asked her if there was something else going on.

“Deacon, I alrea-AH!” She was about to speak until a sharp pain from her skull interrupts her, forcing her to bend over and grab her head to attempt to ease the pain. No, no,no, she can’t be doing this NOW.

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Lucette lets a short laugh at Deacon’s words of Kane’s unpredictability, but then stops when he talks about Kane caring. She of course knew that her Uncle cared about her, she would not be here if he did not, but it never truly occurred to her that how much it showed. She had always assumed that whenever Kane shown displeasure or anger with her that it was a sign of him getting tired of her.

“You…you are right, Deacon. I should have thought more deeply about Uncle’s reactions and behaviors. He is not a simple…clockwork man.” She quietly admits, a sense of shame creeping up her arms. She raises a single black eyebrow when Deacon suggested that she have an honest conversation with her Uncle after they had an argument but she then realizes her mistake and mentally smacks herself, her expression shifting into one of embarrassment. Of course after an argument, especially now that they both had some space from each other. Though it would probably be best to save it until tonight or early tomorrow before lessons. Just in case.

“You’re right, Deacon. Maybe it is time that Uncle and I have a true discussion like adults rather than yelling at each other like children. It may not change his stance on the matter but…maybe it would help him realize that I am not withholding my approval out of spite or for Teach. I am just waiting for the right prince or noble to woo me off my feet and for him to be worthy of Valencia and her people. I am certain that Uncle wouldn’t like some inexperienced fool to have some control of Valencia, no?” She asks, a sly gin blooming upon her lips with her rising mood. Only to sour again when she felt her stirring about and getting ready to say something. Before Deacon’s progress could be ruined, she threw her back into the cage and turned her attention once more on Deacon, making sure to wipe away any trace of discomfort or annoyance from her face.

“I do not think any of us would appreciate an unsuitable heir. It is already enough that-” Deacon stops himself from trailing any further, not meaning to imply what he is thinking. He corrects himself and stands taller, taking a small note of Lucette’s facial expressions. He usually pays close attention to body language, and has noticed she’s been struggling this whole session.

“It seems that the argument must be affecting you greatly, or there is something else at hand.” He leans further to get a better look at her face. “Is something the matter, your highness?”

“No, no, I’m fine. It’s nothing.” Lucette tries to wave away Deacon’s worry, only to groan again as another sharp wave of pain hits her head, stumbling a bit. When he asks her if seeing Kane would help, she hastily shakes her head, pausing only for a second to consider it. When she did, the pain got much worse, prompting a whimper out of her.

“No, please, do not bother Uncle.” She begs, handling another onslaught of pain before it finally ebbed away, leaving her panting for air. She should go see Kane, knowing him, he could help her in some way but Lucette’s pride absolutely refused. What would her think of her, seeing her in such a sorry state? But he has already seen her in worse states before!

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Lucette lets a short laugh at Deacon’s words of Kane’s unpredictability, but then stops when he talks about Kane caring. She of course knew that her Uncle cared about her, she would not be here if he did not, but it never truly occurred to her that how much it showed. She had always assumed that whenever Kane shown displeasure or anger with her that it was a sign of him getting tired of her.

“You…you are right, Deacon. I should have thought more deeply about Uncle’s reactions and behaviors. He is not a simple…clockwork man.” She quietly admits, a sense of shame creeping up her arms. She raises a single black eyebrow when Deacon suggested that she have an honest conversation with her Uncle after they had an argument but she then realizes her mistake and mentally smacks herself, her expression shifting into one of embarrassment. Of course after an argument, especially now that they both had some space from each other. Though it would probably be best to save it until tonight or early tomorrow before lessons. Just in case.

“You’re right, Deacon. Maybe it is time that Uncle and I have a true discussion like adults rather than yelling at each other like children. It may not change his stance on the matter but…maybe it would help him realize that I am not withholding my approval out of spite or for Teach. I am just waiting for the right prince or noble to woo me off my feet and for him to be worthy of Valencia and her people. I am certain that Uncle wouldn’t like some inexperienced fool to have some control of Valencia, no?” She asks, a sly gin blooming upon her lips with her rising mood. Only to sour again when she felt her stirring about and getting ready to say something. Before Deacon’s progress could be ruined, she threw her back into the cage and turned her attention once more on Deacon, making sure to wipe away any trace of discomfort or annoyance from her face.

“I do not think any of us would appreciate an unsuitable heir. It is already enough that-” Deacon stops himself from trailing any further, not meaning to imply what he is thinking. He corrects himself and stands taller, taking a small note of Lucette’s facial expressions. He usually pays close attention to body language, and has noticed she’s been struggling this whole session.

“It seems that the argument must be affecting you greatly, or there is something else at hand.” He leans further to get a better look at her face. “Is something the matter, your highness?”

Blue eyes peeked up at Deacon through her dark hair as Lucette considered her choice. The last time she talked to Uncle about her...headaches and the voice, he started to act a bit strange and secretive, telling her that if it happened again or got worse to go to him. So she wouldn’t be doing anything wrong, but...

“Are you certain that he isn’t busy with other business? I really do not want to disturb him with my unwanted problems.” She asks, holding onto Deacon’s hand tightly so she wouldn’t fall. Others would find the coldness of the clockwork’s hand startling but she found comfort in the chill. It grounded her, in a way.  “I do believe it would be smart to inform Uncle about this but...”

She did not know why she stopped but she did anyway. But what? But her foolish pride? But she was still angry? She wasn’t. Her anger has evaporated  into thin air long ago. But that doesn’t mean Kane’s own did.

“You are right, Deacon but still, I..” She tried again but still, something was stopping her. 

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Lucette lets a short laugh at Deacon’s words of Kane’s unpredictability, but then stops when he talks about Kane caring. She of course knew that her Uncle cared about her, she would not be here if he did not, but it never truly occurred to her that how much it showed. She had always assumed that whenever Kane shown displeasure or anger with her that it was a sign of him getting tired of her.

“You…you are right, Deacon. I should have thought more deeply about Uncle’s reactions and behaviors. He is not a simple…clockwork man.” She quietly admits, a sense of shame creeping up her arms. She raises a single black eyebrow when Deacon suggested that she have an honest conversation with her Uncle after they had an argument but she then realizes her mistake and mentally smacks herself, her expression shifting into one of embarrassment. Of course after an argument, especially now that they both had some space from each other. Though it would probably be best to save it until tonight or early tomorrow before lessons. Just in case.

“You’re right, Deacon. Maybe it is time that Uncle and I have a true discussion like adults rather than yelling at each other like children. It may not change his stance on the matter but…maybe it would help him realize that I am not withholding my approval out of spite or for Teach. I am just waiting for the right prince or noble to woo me off my feet and for him to be worthy of Valencia and her people. I am certain that Uncle wouldn’t like some inexperienced fool to have some control of Valencia, no?” She asks, a sly gin blooming upon her lips with her rising mood. Only to sour again when she felt her stirring about and getting ready to say something. Before Deacon’s progress could be ruined, she threw her back into the cage and turned her attention once more on Deacon, making sure to wipe away any trace of discomfort or annoyance from her face.

“I do not think any of us would appreciate an unsuitable heir. It is already enough that-” Deacon stops himself from trailing any further, not meaning to imply what he is thinking. He corrects himself and stands taller, taking a small note of Lucette’s facial expressions. He usually pays close attention to body language, and has noticed she’s been struggling this whole session.

“It seems that the argument must be affecting you greatly, or there is something else at hand.” He leans further to get a better look at her face. “Is something the matter, your highness?”

Deacon’s words of Kane dropping more important things for her surprise her but at the same time they didn’t. She knew that her Uncle cared about her dearly, but sometimes, its nice to hear it reaffirmed from someone else.

“You are right. If...if you are certain that Uncle would not mind us intruding.” She gives in, cowering behind Deacon as they approached the door.

‘How do you know that dear Uncle Kane won’t turn you away?’ 

Lucette cannot tell if those were her fears whispering or her. Another vicious headache ripped through her skull, giving her the answer. One she didn’t want. It seemed like with every step she took, she felt like something was weighing her down. As if a weight was on her back. Filled with the sudden urge to sit down, she started to pull on Deacon’s arm.

“Deacon, I-I think...I think I need to-to sit down.” She says, beginning to pant, out of breath suddenly. 

“I...I do not...feel well. Can you...can you bring Uncle?” She asks, falling down to kneel on one knee, gingerly massaging her head to try to make the sick feeling go away.

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Lucette lets a short laugh at Deacon’s words of Kane’s unpredictability, but then stops when he talks about Kane caring. She of course knew that her Uncle cared about her, she would not be here if he did not, but it never truly occurred to her that how much it showed. She had always assumed that whenever Kane shown displeasure or anger with her that it was a sign of him getting tired of her.

“You…you are right, Deacon. I should have thought more deeply about Uncle’s reactions and behaviors. He is not a simple…clockwork man.” She quietly admits, a sense of shame creeping up her arms. She raises a single black eyebrow when Deacon suggested that she have an honest conversation with her Uncle after they had an argument but she then realizes her mistake and mentally smacks herself, her expression shifting into one of embarrassment. Of course after an argument, especially now that they both had some space from each other. Though it would probably be best to save it until tonight or early tomorrow before lessons. Just in case.

“You’re right, Deacon. Maybe it is time that Uncle and I have a true discussion like adults rather than yelling at each other like children. It may not change his stance on the matter but…maybe it would help him realize that I am not withholding my approval out of spite or for Teach. I am just waiting for the right prince or noble to woo me off my feet and for him to be worthy of Valencia and her people. I am certain that Uncle wouldn’t like some inexperienced fool to have some control of Valencia, no?” She asks, a sly gin blooming upon her lips with her rising mood. Only to sour again when she felt her stirring about and getting ready to say something. Before Deacon’s progress could be ruined, she threw her back into the cage and turned her attention once more on Deacon, making sure to wipe away any trace of discomfort or annoyance from her face.

“I do not think any of us would appreciate an unsuitable heir. It is already enough that-” Deacon stops himself from trailing any further, not meaning to imply what he is thinking. He corrects himself and stands taller, taking a small note of Lucette’s facial expressions. He usually pays close attention to body language, and has noticed she’s been struggling this whole session.

“It seems that the argument must be affecting you greatly, or there is something else at hand.” He leans further to get a better look at her face. “Is something the matter, your highness?”

Lucette’s eyes flickers open to glance at Kane before weakly smiling up at Deacon.

“Thank you, Deacon. I...really appreciate it.” She breathes out, the pain receding back enough for her to weakly stand, legs shaking. Only to feel her smile fade away when he wished her a quick recovery. She desperately wants to tell him the truth, that this was not something that could be cured. That this was a curse she is forced to live with but in obscurity and mystery for the rest of her mortal life. She does not know what it is, what she is, why she was there, why Kane always seemed so secretive whenever she asks about it, or even how she got there! Is she real or just a personification of Lucette’s fears and doubt?

But despite these questions clawing her mind to shreds, she only gives Deacon a weary smile.

“I will do my absolute best to recovery as soon as possible.” 

With that, she turned her attention towards her uncle with a serious expression on her face.

“Uncle, we need to talk.”

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Lucette lets a short laugh at Deacon’s words of Kane’s unpredictability, but then stops when he talks about Kane caring. She of course knew that her Uncle cared about her, she would not be here if he did not, but it never truly occurred to her that how much it showed. She had always assumed that whenever Kane shown displeasure or anger with her that it was a sign of him getting tired of her.

“You…you are right, Deacon. I should have thought more deeply about Uncle’s reactions and behaviors. He is not a simple…clockwork man.” She quietly admits, a sense of shame creeping up her arms. She raises a single black eyebrow when Deacon suggested that she have an honest conversation with her Uncle after they had an argument but she then realizes her mistake and mentally smacks herself, her expression shifting into one of embarrassment. Of course after an argument, especially now that they both had some space from each other. Though it would probably be best to save it until tonight or early tomorrow before lessons. Just in case.

“You’re right, Deacon. Maybe it is time that Uncle and I have a true discussion like adults rather than yelling at each other like children. It may not change his stance on the matter but…maybe it would help him realize that I am not withholding my approval out of spite or for Teach. I am just waiting for the right prince or noble to woo me off my feet and for him to be worthy of Valencia and her people. I am certain that Uncle wouldn’t like some inexperienced fool to have some control of Valencia, no?” She asks, a sly gin blooming upon her lips with her rising mood. Only to sour again when she felt her stirring about and getting ready to say something. Before Deacon’s progress could be ruined, she threw her back into the cage and turned her attention once more on Deacon, making sure to wipe away any trace of discomfort or annoyance from her face.

“I do not think any of us would appreciate an unsuitable heir. It is already enough that-” Deacon stops himself from trailing any further, not meaning to imply what he is thinking. He corrects himself and stands taller, taking a small note of Lucette’s facial expressions. He usually pays close attention to body language, and has noticed she’s been struggling this whole session.

“It seems that the argument must be affecting you greatly, or there is something else at hand.” He leans further to get a better look at her face. “Is something the matter, your highness?”

Headcanon time!

So no doubt y’all saw @piecesofchess post about Deacon’s voice and of course, my mind slapped me with a headcanon.

After that incident with our pirate, Deacon’s voice box somehow got damaged (or it eventually got too old or smth) and had to be replaced. Kane thought his old voice sounded too soft and gentle, not enough authority. SO he gave him a more deeper, rumbly voice.

Bonus: Lucette did not like the change and was grumpy and pissy about it for three entire weeks. She was very upset and didn’t speak to Deacon until he had a talk with her about change.