Sir Nicholas, Marquis of Pembroke Private chambers

Oooh, Nicky. Finally, your naughty side is coming out. Don't stop now!

Oh, Elizabeth, how cruel. *looks wounded*.

Tis always been here my love, but you are a LAdy and a Queen and I shall treat you as such until we are wed ... after that I promise you shall see it more and more

*grins wickedly*

What did I tell you about grinning like that? *Tackles you to the floor and begins wrestling*.

Oh for the love of G..

*walks away, about to vomit*

G, who's G?

My dear you are making it very difficult to be a chivalrous gentleman *pouts playfully*


Oh and now we have offended the Good Lady Woodville *frowns*

But this is thine own apartments isnt it? *smiles*

No, these are your apartments. It' works in the reverse, everything I own is yours not everything you own is mine. And that upstart cow can you be a prude in her own chambers.

*Elizabeth is approaching the exit when she turns around with a look of insanity, when she spots Marie flinching like a fool she merely cackles before leaving*

*frowns but somewhat playfully so*

My love, she is your grandmere and a Queen, you shudst not be so harsh with her

She's my great-great grandmother, by the way. And I was really being playful, she takes everything so seriously. She's such a Diva.

*laughs* I stand corrected

But if you ask me *smiles playfully * you are quite the diva your self

Oh, Nicky! Me? A diva? You must be mistaken.

And if you're going to marry me, get used to being corrected!

Constantly corrected? Is that all I have to look forward to then?

* grins*

No, there are certainly other things to look forward to. The Crown Jewels (and by that I mean my breasts), The wealth of Scotland (you can guess what I mean by that) and my eternal love and loyalty.

*smiles broadly* I can hardly wait .... we shant have a long engagement shall we ? *laughs*

No we shant. Technically all we need is for you to give me a gift in front of witnesses, say we're married in front off witnesses and ... *raises eyebrow* consumnate the marriage.

If you wanted to do it more ... lavishly though ...

I care not for lavish ceremonies, all I want is you. Though if you would perfer a lavish affair by all means, I want only for you to be happy.

No, I'll do whatever you like. However the situation hath changed slightly ...

*frowns*

How so my dearest?

Well, now that I'm the Queen of Scotland (and Elizabeth's greatest rival) again it's very unlikely that she will just let you waltz in and marry me. As a matter of fact, I believe we have no reached the point where YOU must choose NOT ME.

* his grows darm and solum, the one thing he had hoped to avoid was upon him*


You are asking me to break my oath to Elizabeth, my Queen and my oldest friend. The one who saved my life when I would have happily perished. The one who has protected me and my secret well.

I love you Marie, so much so it think my heart will burst from it, but how am I suppose to do this .... if I leave with you I will be betraying my country and Queen, and my best friend

What would you do if our places were reversed?

I was always rather impulsive, so my advice is not that who you should be asking. All I want is for you to come to Scotland and be with me forever, and as it is, I have raised her countrymen in rebellion, she may not even be Queen of England much longer.

Rebellion? To what end? Why would you do that?

Because, they are Catholic, and even being Catholic in this country is now a crime. I am not a monster, Nicky, I only want for people of my faith to be able to practice it without being killed.

*Elizabeth bursts into the chambers with a royal fury behind her that wudst strip the room bare*

My lady Stuart, thou art INSANE!

Thou canst not be in two realms at once *looks briefly at the knowledgable Lady Woodville to check whether Marie has bizarrely acquired previously unheard of wiccan powers of self-thoughtforms* and I can only conclude that thou art stark raving bonkers!

And if you think you cudst rise my whole country up against me you are greatly wrong. I have the loyalty and love of a great many subjects as well as support from Princes abroad. Your followers are but a collection of Papist brainwashed fools who wudst place an incompetant Queen upon the throne purely for matters of religion. They want not you, they want your Catholic soul and your easily controlled mind so that our realms canst be controlled by Spain and our people tortured by the Spanish Inquisition.

...if I were to die and thou were to take thy rightful place *after* me upon the throne of England, the people would raise against thee the moment the spaniards set foot upon our shores. The people are English above all else and wilt not have a French Queen allow a Spanish rule!