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

She was always is this! She beeth the only reason we met! It's about whether you lied to me, and if you say you doth not love Elizabeth, than thou art lying!

Please friends this is not how things get patched up. Marie try harder and let Elizabeth go!

*sighs*

I am not lying when I say I love you and it is you I wish to marry. There was a time when I was in love with Elizabeth I will not lie about it. But it maters not now.

*Looks about to break down, but draws myself up to my full height and sits down gracefullu and swallows my tears*. Very well, Nicky. I believe thee.

*Calls in musicians and alcoholic beverages*.

*Nicholas is not convinced by her show*

Do you still distrust me so? To think I wudst leave you for Anne, or Elizabeth? Or are you looking for a reason to ... *sighs*

Do you still wish to marry me?

Oh don't ask questions Sir Nicholas, lets all just have some champagne!

*takes two glasses of champagne, hands one too Marie and keeps the other fo rhimself*

Perhaps you are right Anne. *frowning*

I think I shall become the Court Marriage Counselor!

*thinks to himself, that the court may well be in need of one*

Anne, you may not be a marriage counseler. That is the worst idea I have ever heard.

*Gives a lovely, stunning, and happy smile*. Of course I believe you Nicholas, I always do. And I shall marry you. I have done to much to back out now. And whether you love Anne or Elizabeth 'tis not my business. A wife's business is submission, meekness and obedience. And I shall be a good wife to you. If you wish to make love to every English woman on Earth, I shall not and cannot stop you. *All this is said with a tone of perfect sweetness and kindness*.

*frowns slightly before beaming at Marie for assurance*

Marie has though been reading the Total Woman again?

Marie has though been reading the Total Woman again?

Marie my love we apparently have a very diffrent view of marriage. To me it is a promise, a promise to love and cherish you, ONLY you, for the rest of our lives. I have no desire to make love to any one other than my wife. I WILL remain faithful to you in marriage as I have to this point.

I do not ask you to be submissive or meek, it goes against who you are, why wuldst I seek to change the very thing that I love?

All I ask of you is to love me, respect me, and remain faithful to me. And I shall to the same for you.

Of course I shall. However, as a single woman I may act as I like. As a wife I must be your help-mate, your right-hand, your very shadow. 'Tis God's wish, I cannot tell you how many verses of the Holy Writ agree in this.

And Anne, what is that document of which you speak?

I can agree on that, but we shall be partners, equals ... you do not ever have to be submissive to me, I shall never try to rule you.

And I will be failthful.

*Smiles lovingly* Of course you will be. *Brushes away the Champagne*.

And are you sure of that? A woman's place is under her father, and then under her husband. Even a Queen must marry in order to make heirs. Art thou sure?

My Mother and Father loved each other very much. Father never once ordered his wife to do something she did not wish to, he never belittled her, he never mistreated her, he remained faithful to her even after she had gone to the grave. This is the way I wish to love you.

A marriage should be, as much of possible, a marriage of equals. While it may be necessary to have one or the other make a unilateral decision, those times are rare.

Well spoken Emperor, those were the presise words I could not seem to find *smiles*

Thank fucking God! *Grabs a glass of Champagne and downs it*. So, what now?

Charles V wrote:

A marriage should be, as much of possible, a marriage of equals. While it may be necessary to have one or the other make a unilateral decision, those times are rare.

What about thee and Ysabel? Didn't she ober your every order?

Marie Stuart wrote:

Thank fucking God! *Grabs a glass of Champagne and downs it*. So, what now?

*raises his brow but is unsure exactly what to say*

Nicholas, this may be offensive, and don't answer if thee wisheth not: But how old are thee?

*conciders the question knowing he can not answer it truthfuly with company present, so he guesses a reasonable age*


30 ... why?