Hunting, Jousting, Bullfighting, Etc.

*Smiles at the Empress before turning to Francis*.

Either you left me, or you actually died. Since you did not die, you abandoned me. You had not a care for me whatsoever. Should I choose to, I could easily divorced you.

*still to his wife*
You're so cute when you're wrong.
Also, to see the Scots queen talk of divorcing he of France makes me happy.

*Isabella smiles at James, and Marie, before turning back to Charles*

Oh Charles, we'll just have to agree to disagree, will we not?

Yes.. I hope so, I think Marie is too much of a free spirit for the French King. But then again, it would not matter if the French King was the most gracious and most handsome man in the world, would it my love?

*Isabella winks, cocking her head slightly*

Hmm, well on that at least, you are right. The Valois are weak and diseased, and cannot support such a vibrant growth grafted on. She would be better matched with another, although not that Darnely fellow I had locked up. He is no gentelman. Perhaps one of Ferdinand's boys if the Pope will not allow her to wed Sir Nicholas.

Perhaps. Even though I don't necessarily think Marie would choose the right husband for herself, only she will really know.

*Hears Ysabel speak of me, and can scarcely believe she harbours such feelings towards me*.


*Walks over to the Emperor and Empress*. I apologize for my rudeness, I have taken drink and offered you none. Ale?

*Isabella smiles sweetly, not meaning any ill to Marie*

Hello Marie. We were just talking about you.

Oh? You were? *Plays dumb, something I excel brilliantly at*. I hope you were being kind to me your Imperial Majesty!

How could anyone be anything other than kind to you? At least, if that person be a true gentleman...
Anyway. How find you my Court?

Very ... pious.

*Looks around at the women attired almost as conservatively as nuns*.

Thank the Lord I learned Spanish and Italian. I have used neither since my school days, but I do feel them returning!

... forgive, know you of a place where I may go and vomit?

*Isabella, slightly offended by Marie's harsh judgment sinks into the sluttiest position possible without it looking cheap or obvious*

*Since it is obvious her Husband is not going to care for her, Nicholas leaves the window and approaches Marie, offers his arm for support*


Perhaps if it twud please my Queen I wuldst gladly escort thee outside for air?

*Isabella frowns slightly, seeing the undying love in Nicholas's eyes.*

Erm... I do not believe anyone has asked me that before. There is a close-room down the corridor, to the left. I am sure one of the servants could direct you.

*to his wife*
My dear, are you all right? You are slouching, and it appears most uncomfortable.

Ysabel, you look simply lovely I ...

... *Runs of with Sir Nicholas into a the room where you hear sounds of muffled vomiting*.

*holds your hair while you vomitt, supporting you with my arm so you do not defile your gown*

*Wipes my face on your shirt more in a gesture of pregnant absent mindedness than any implied insult and saunters out again, taking something out of my pocket and chewing on it to ease my breath*.


... *Looks at the slouching Ysabel* ... Do you still ache from your labours in child-bed?

*says nothing but stays stoicly by your side supporting you with my strong arm*

*Whispers at the very barest volume to myself, barely moving my lips, knowing that you will hear me anyway*

Why does the Empress slouch?

*whispers* I know not my lo ... Queen

*Feels your pain as you realize you cannot say the word* ... Will you simply say it? Who shall hear us but two persons who hate the King of France?

*in your mind* My love you shall always be

*In your mind* [/i]I am ravenous. I adore you my dear, but if I do not eat in the next 2 minutes I shall devour your arm[i].

*smiling* My Queen, shall I escort thou to the refreshments, tis been some time sense thou hath eaten.