Since some of this are is france, I thought I'd settle here

Since some of this are is france, I thought I'd settle here

You're all welcome to visit!

What about your dearest Queen and wife? *Sits down on the throne next to you, and offers you some candies*.

*Takes a candy and smiles at Marie* You're not my wife... you're married to that THING!!

Why did you marry him? Was I not a good husband?
*Begins to get tears building up in his eyes*

The marriage is invalid my Lord. As soon as you appeared by Canon law, it is automatically invalid. Though since it was in good faith, any children of it are legitimate ... *Says the last part as a plea*.

No no no! You are a wonderful husband! But ... I thought you dead! I saw you die ... *Begins to cry*.

Marie... *Pulls Marie in close, rubbing her back lovingly* you always were a sensetive sop, weren't you...?

And as for your child, I am more than glad to look after, and raise it, with you, of course

*Leans forward, ready to kiss Marie before Sir Nicholas, A.K.A Vampire-y dude, or your darling cousin, Good Queen Bess, that nickname is no more as she has been married, to a man called 'The Doctor' and exiled him. Leans forward again hoping neither Elizabeth nor Nicholas show up and ruins it*

As for my death, my dear I was merely knocked unconscious by some skinny little idiot that wanted your throne, Darnley I think his name was.

*Kisses you*. Oh, all right. Well ... I am here once more! OOH! That means the crown jewels of France are mine! I cannot wait to see the look on your mother's face!

Personally, me neither

She will be furious... not to mention your cousin... but if you even THINK of even so much as kissing Nicholas or anyone else in a romantic way you will lose your head. Understand? Especially if it is Darnley.
*Pulls Marie in kissing her deeply, his hand on her pregnant stomach* Please, do not go into labour now... at least wait until Nicholas is here

Now, this means that since I am married to you that I have a clamaint to the english throne. If I remember rightly, Elizabeth named you as heir, didn't she...?

No, she named Henri's son as heir. Which means no son of ours will ever sit on the English throne, unless he dies. But you will love him!


And *Looks absolutely stunned* did you just threaten to kill me?!

Henri... Ugh, she has no taste in heirs does she...?

As for threatening to kill you... only if you become like the Boleyn-whore and if you kiss someone other than I in a way that shows loving affection you will die... unless they're family. e.g. Me, Your parents, your grandparents, Elizabeth... understand, Madame?

Oh, of course I would not! I am no whore, despite what you may have heard. More candy, my King?

*Takes a candy, smiling at Marie but giving her a 'you haven't poisoned this, have you?' look.

Thank you, My Queen... it is relaxing after the Arguement with Nicholas

*Rolls my eyes and gives you an "As if I would poison the King of France, my first love, my child-hood play-mate and the wealthiest of my constant admirers" look*.

Well, frankly, I cannot blame him. He deserves his privacy, which you would not give him. ... Remember what your mother did when her privacy was invaded? *Cringes*.

Ah... My mother...

Yes... yes, I remember vividly what happened... I knew she could shout but I think that may have been why my ear got infected!!!

*Tears up instantly*. Oh Francis ... seeing you in that bed. So hopeless. So ... *Pulls myself together*. Did you hear! Elizabeth is marrying a Spaniard! Philip has managed to make his own brother the King of England ... or nearly so. Elizabeth has had more suitors than I have courses, but this one seems sincere. Could you imagine if our joint Kingdoms are bordered by Hapsburgs?

To be honest, Marie.... it terrifies me!

MY NIECE IS DOING WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Engaged, to my son.
I have not yet decided which territories to gift him with upon his marriage but I am now thinking perhaps Burgundy rather than Milan would be entertaining.

*narrows eyes at Arthur*

My daughter is betrothed to Charles's son, Juan, and I shall hear no discourse against the matter.

Tis none of thine concern

*Shocked by the harsh words of his brother, but realises he no longer had authority over him*
V-Very well. I just hope she is making the right choice... I would also liketh to be at the wedding

*Looks at Francis through our guests and whispers in his ear* Yes my dear. It is terrifying. What should we do about it?

(OOC: What is the topic about the jousting where Henry pinched your butt called?)

*Strides to Marie and taker her aside. He too whispers* I thinkwth we should unite Scotland and France, with England... we wait until Elizabeth and Juan have a child and then propose... yours and HIS child is to be married to theirs, thus linking England, France and Spain together

*Rolls my eyes* That is not quite where I was going. My solution is much more simple ...