A Fanciful Sea Battle

you didnt have to come here.... Nicholas

There is really no need

Unless Elizabeth restores me, her father's tomb and he mother's tomb shall be destroyed

Thou sent me a missive threatening harm to Elizabeth, my duty is to protect her *he replys stiffly*


*he casts Elizabeth a pleading gaze that clearly asks "can I?" *

*Casts a glance to Elizaqbeth that clearly says 'You do, he dies'*

I have a steak. You're a vampire, bad combination

*Nicholas doth not speak further, clearly not affraid. Obediantly he waits for Elizabeth to speak her wishes*

*James becomes quiet, steak poised, ready to strike, just in case Nicholas pounces*

*while the whole time he has a secret cunning plan in back up in case plan F goes wrong*

You think yourself capable of storming two royal fortresses that hath been secured since the age of the Conqueror in which they were built? And all to defile the tombs of my parents? Doth thou think I care what thou wudst do to mine cold, dead, murdering, womanising father? And canst thou defile the body of my mother more than he on the day he took her head from her body?!

*Elizabeth begins to laugh*

...and the idea of Sir Nicholas being threatened by a piece of meat is most amusing. I do believe thou hath misheard my lord. Whispers tell that vampires may be killed by a wooden stake through the heart, not by a child wielding the hind of a cow!

*Her laughter continues afore the sound doth take a most menacing turn and she stands afore James with true anger in her eyes*

He ist too fast for thee my lord and would kill thee in an instant with so much as a blink of request from me. He wishes thou dead far more than I would wish it. But you try my patience and the safety of my realm too far.

The line of succesion hath been set by my father afore me, and by the hand of God and the will of the people I hath been placed upon the throne. You will not gain a place in line to the throne by trouble my lord. The people know their rightful masters and wilt strike thee down!

And if you think I would risk England falling into the hands of one who makes rash decisions with little care for the consequences then you are a fool!

Relinquish thine path of folly now and take the time to consider an intelligent plea for thine life in the well established apartments of the Tower. Otherwise, one more move against me and all I hold dear and I would feed thee to any being who wudst rid the image of thee from my sight!

One more word or move against me and my rightful power James and you will grant Sir Nicholas instant permission to finish thee off.

*The sun above is now full in sky and doth bare down upon him. Even wraped beneth the folds of the heavy cloak his skin continues to smolder. But still he stands tall and resolute, unwilling to move until the matter of his friends safety is secure*

Lillibeth

I was NOT weilding a piece of MEAT! I WAS weilding a long sharp, pointy wooden object

YOU are queen NOW, NOT your cold, dead, murdering, womanising father, YOU can CHANGE the act of succession, your father did with you and the evil catholic.

I do think, that was why I HAD plan A-Z

And the tower is a nice place, but it is easily attcked, there is nothing blocking it, I suggest you build a large, pointy tower in front of it

Thank you
Your LOVING, ILLIGITIMATE, SCARED, BROTHER
Lord James of York

By the way: what does 'Forte Majaste? Cava?" Mean...?

AND FOR GOD SAKE NICHOLAS!!!

GET OUT OF THE SUN!!!!

EVEN ELIZABETH WON'T MAKE YOU STAND THERE AND BURN!!!!!!!

*sneers* thine concern for me is touching

I know my limits and shall remain until thou art dealt with.

The Queen's person ist safe my Lord Nicholas, I am surrounded by courtiers, guards and the most devious pirates Walter and Francis Drake canst load upon their ships. I did but wish to give thee the final pleasure if that be the decision of my foolish Lord of York.

And even if I do die this day the throne wilt pass automatically to Marie and James canst have no greater enemy. ...that is if the angered Protestants and Marie's loyal Catholics do not destroy him afore she canst give orders.

Protect thineself my lord, I would not have any harm to thee in any way.

I'M LOCKED IN A DRAGON GUARDED CASTLE!!!!


HOW AM I NOT DEALT WITH...?!!!!!!!

And Elizabeth: Thank you!!!!

Then James, show your love for your kin and your rightful Queen by kneeling before me and asking mine forgiveness.

I am a kind hearted monarch and will be have thee secured until thou canst prove thineself in the usual way - by thine word and by brave and loyal deed within my armies.

I canst not permit thee at court further until thou hath proved thine loyalty to the safety of the realm. Thou hath spent far too much time already trying to disrupt it. Choose honour and bow before me as the law doth insist.

Very well, you will need to come to the tower, though I am... Incapacitated at the moment, Your Majesty

*Nicholas inclines his hooded head in a slight nod*

I shall seek refuge below decks ... Elizabeth, if thou has need of me *looks sharply to Lord James* I am at thine ready.

*With a dramatic twirl of his cloak he disappears*

There ist but one dragon in this realm my lord and that ist me!

And The Tower needs no pointy things. Tis protected fine enough by river, moat and thick walls. If that not please thee thou canst test the many yeomen warders within who do indeed weild great arson of pointy things. Or perhaps the sharp implements of my lord Walsingham in the cellars suit thee more?

Thou wert given care and the comfort of the Royal Apartments. Accept now the protection of the Beaufort Tower afore I do think to downgrade thine lodgings further.

I shall attend to thee after I have completed my mock battle, seen that my lord Robert ist improving and attended to any other immediate matters of state.

Sharp pointy things in the Basement...?

What do you use them for...?

I'd forgotten about the moat, It's been a long time since I was in this room, 16 years and one week, I was BORN in this room

After a few moments thinking, pacing, growling and threatening the guards, who attempted to kill me with their sharp pointy things. I have finally come to a decision

I accept the protection

But you are to come alone, and Through Walsingham I can tell you, that Lord Robert has made a FULL recovery

Yours
Lord James of York

(OOC: Man that Wally is one heck of a spy .... he knows Roberts conditons from atop the crows nest lol I really need to give that man more respect *snorts*)

(OOC: Tell me about it)

*Elizabeth commands that flags must be raised to communicate with the other ships and a cannon be fired out to sea to call for attention. The royal standard replaces the skull and crossbones to signal that she ist no longer playing games.*

Stop carrying out your intentions and watch for my signals.
I wish to communicate with you.
I require assistance.

Should we sail alongside the Gloriana and find out what goes on?

Tho I wud not put it past mine sister to use such trickery to win the day, she may be having some serious trouble and require our help.

*Marie Stuart watches from shore, waiting until James of York has either been sedated or appeased. And does not wish to steal poor Edward's thunder*.

At your command, your Grace.