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

Tis just my job missy. Now put some clothes on. Everything on you is surprisingly droopy

Come Sir Nicholas, I will be happy to teach you French ! *winks*

*Gives Nicholas a "Blame this bitch not me" look, and picks up my clothes off the floor*.

*looks disappointed but knows it is probally for the best ... for now *


I supose French might be useful *cast Marie an apologetic glance*

Oui, Francais est la lingua la plus belle sur la terre. Learn it!


I love you!

French is very beautiful


I love you too! *whispers, maybe one day I can show oyu how much with out interuptions*

*laughs*

Alright then Nicholas let's start with some easy French words. "Merde" means shit! As in Marie is full of merde. Can you say merde?

My god Nicholas, if I have to wait much longer ...

Pay attention Sir Nicholas! Look at me. You can't possibly love Marie. She is so droopy and flabby and cellulitey! Seeing her almost naked was the low point of my day. Now you you are a strapping young man. What do you want with an old bag like Marie?

*gives Marie an "I know" look*

Merde ... shit .... right .... paying attention.


To answer your inquiry Anne, Elizabeth I am sure would like to know the same thing, I love her firey spirt and I do not think she looks at all saggy.

Then you need spectacles! Things on her are all disarranged. Her um chest is by her um knees! You have dreadful taste in women! Perhaps what you really like is men?

*Slaps Anne Boleyn into next week for calling my husband a sodomite*

*is somewhat pleased to have someone defend HIS honor for a change*


No Anne I do not like men, nor do I need spectacles.

I find Marie beautiful though physical beauty matters little to me, beauty is fleeting, there are othe rmore important things

Nicky, you'd better hold me back before I give this bitch some serious bruises! *Punches her in the stomach, while wrapping another hand around her throat*.

Marie *Nicholas says gently lest she turn her wrath on him instead* you are a Queen and better than this. Tis only words she speaks, they mean nothing less you let them.

*Releases her throat, s-l-o-w-l-y.*. I'm sure your right. ... My God, those cold showers make you look even more pale!

Do they ? .... *Looks to a mirror then remembers he hath no reflection*


I would suggest that maybe you cudst warm me in some way that would bring color to my cheeks, but then that wudst only lead to yet another cold shower and .... oh what a dreadful cycle this is *sighs*

Here *Gives you a hug*.

*smiles at her fondly*

that will do nicely

*Starts to unbutton your shirt*.

*raises a brow*

shall I go take that shower now or wait until Anne comes back to scold us again *laughs*

I say wait ... *Puts my hand on your chest and twists your nipples*!

HA!

Wicked! You are perfectly wicked!


*laughs* You do tease and torment me so

But I love you more with each passing day

Good. By our wedding day, your heart might explode!

Ah but sometimes it feels as though it might *smiles*