Hunting, Jousting, Bullfighting, Etc.

*Isabella, smiling at Charles, is impressed by his conduct, she remains in silent awe. As he leaves the room she feels her heart skip a beat as she knows there is something wrong*

M..My husband..

*James bows to the empress, Isabella*

Would you like me to go and check on your husband?

No.. it's probably just my imagination, silly me.

*Isabella smiles slightly and rejoins the courtly dancing*

*Henry sees the action seems to be over for a moment so he slips out, looking for Charles. He wants to discuss the new arrival of yet another of the Scots Queen's Husbands so that he can gather information and detemine how this may effect his own agenda. *

Charles my good friend where are you?

*Approaches Henry VIII*

Father, your Grace *Bows*

Would you like me to look for his Majesty, the Emperor? I may as well make myself useful

*after recovering, the Emperor sits on the floor, leaning against the wall. Slowly, he stands up and moves to a chair, where he sits quietly and prays, waiting to regain full composure.*

No James , I think we should leave the Emperor to his own devices for the moment

*returns to the room, looking gray and ashen, Charles approaches his wife and whispers*
...seizure. First one in years.

*Isabella gasps and tries her hardest to keep a silent tone*

A SEIZURE?!?!

Yes... I think the pressure of the past few days brought it on. I will be fine, I am sure.

*Marie is grateful that at last someone has distracted the group from her hysterical raving and wipes her tears discreetly on Nicholas' shirt, while smiling at him*.

My Lord Uncle Carlos, how do you fare?

*bows*
All the better for seeing you.

*Smiles at your chivalry*. Oh thank you, the fact that my face is blotchy, I am with child, and ... wait ... why am I refusing your compliment? Thank you so much.


*Face terse and eye twitching* I suppose you have met ... *Spits out the word* Henry?

*continues to stand behind Marie my hands protectively on her shoulders if I can do nothing else. As she mentions the name Henry I give her shoulders a reassuring sqeeze*

Oh yes, your uncle and I have renewed our friendship somewhat, of late. Though he's a bit *clears throat* indiscreet at times, we do have much in common.

No, no. I meant not my uncle but ... the shameful cret ... pardon, I meant my cousin Henry, Master Of Lennox, Earl of Ross and Baron Andromach.

*Mutters so quietly only Nicky can hear me* ... not to mention the man who left me bruised and bloodied during his drunken rages, slept with both male and female alike, came near to giving me the English disease, bane of my existence, traitor to my country and the whiniest brat ever to set foot in Scotland.

*my face gives no trace I have heard you but again I run my thumb across your neck in a loving gesture*

Oh, that one. His little show here was the first I've seen of him.

Meh, *James makes an unintelligent gurgle before spitting on the floor over a picture of Henry Stuart*

Anyone want me to get rid of him?

*with just a hint of scorn*
I am sure your offer is very kind, but I am also sure it is unnecessary. And unwanted.

*The hint of scorn was detected* Well, it's not like I am in league with the blighter! I was only offering my services

*Isabella places a hand on top of Charles's for re-assurance*

OH LORD! *Leaps up at the sight of Lord James*. This little monster hit me on the head with a skillet! *Looks at Charles impressive roster of German guards*. Please! Arrest him!

It is not done, to imply that I would need to contract a killer to deal with a problem.
Lord James hit you with a skillet? Is that true, James?

Tis true I was a whitness to the act