The Court of Their Royal Highnesses Queen Marie and King Nicholas.

*laughs loudly*

Marie, your court is very dull.

I hope that's sarcasm, because the only thing I've never been called in my life is dull.

That means very much to hear you say those words, that you want this to be OUR home. I care little for crowns and throne but for you I shall try to be what you need me to be, I will support you as a friend, a husband, and a King.

*grins* I shall remain in Scotland ... have no fears

Oh that most certainly had to have been a jest ... you are NOT dull *laughs*

And in return for your loyalty *leans over to whisper in your ear*, I'll wear the boots.

*blushes*

*then purrs into her ear* God, I love you.

Idiot I took the boots and burned them at Smithfield yesterday!

No, it was not. I am Catherine Parr, when do I ever jest?

Sorryeth, but this court sendeths me to sleep, all of the posts seem to say the same thing yet with different words- no offence. You either ramp and rave about Elizabeth, attempt to make love to Sir Nicholas in the corner or spend hours confessing your depest love. Either it is one of the most depressing places to be in the world or I am not suited to this lovey dovey business.

Marie's court may give me type 2 diabetes!

I beg your pardon, I stole your pair. I hope you don't mind, Anne.

And Lady Parr, if my court bores you so, perhaps you could call for a lute player and some cards?

God knows how you will get your Size 13 feet into my size 6 boots! Can we have an amputator here to resize Marie's feet?

No thankyou I would much rather read my English bible.

My feet are only a 7 and a half, yours are a 7. I fit very easily, thank you very much. And I think Henry is very good at amputating ...


In that case, Lady Parr wouldst thou readest us some passages, which we can then discuss?

Damn fool Marie! Catholics would not want to be read to from an English bible! Art thou brain-damaged?

Perhaps Marie was trying to be hospitable to Good Catherine

Thank you, Nicholas. If that bitch keeps running her loud mouth, you'll be cleaning her blood off the carpet, I swear.

*whispers with a grin* I can do that ... but not on the carpets it doth stain so terriably

Hospitable? She hath not one hospitable bone in her body!

And you might get hungry ...

Why don't thee play us something on the pianoforte?

If my Queen's is so unhospitable then why is she so often plagued with your presence here in our court?

As you like .... seats himself at the piano and begins ot play a soft sweet melody

I just enjoy making her life miserable & since the Lawrence Welk hour has started I am outie!

Thank God, she's gone. Would you mind playing La Tango de los assassanidos?

*Ha I have hidden in a window embrasure where Sir Nicholas' lugubrious piano playing is in danger of putting me to **yawn** sleeep*

*ignores Anne's continous presence and begins playing La Tango