An Unwelcome Arrival

I am not fighting with you my darling. Perhaps I am on edge this evening, I am sorry. His presence under the same roof sickens me.

I have not had him poisoned, yet. *wry grin* He is probally about now molesting one of the serving wenches

*looks worried* Should we call the guards? Maybe we should summon him, and give him a stern talking to?

*contemplates*

It may do little good, though I would find it amusing to see you scold him *laughs* Do not take offense my love but you are good at be-littleing people at times.

*calls to guards* Summon my brother and escort him here, do not let him stray

*Sits on throne, and clears throat*.

*venture to say before his brother arrives*

Do you know how sexy you are right now *cheshire cat grin*

*Richard walks in, two guards on each side. They bring him before the Queen's throne.*

*He bows somewhat, grinning from ear to ear, and seems unsteady on his feet* Am I in trouble already? *his words are slurred*

*Shoots him a look that says "Right words, right place, wrong time" and prepares herself*.

*Nicholas grins, both from her comment to him and from the tounge lashing he knows his brother is about to get*

Hello Richard. *Smiles a bright and beautiful smile*. Please we are brother and sister now, call me Marie. And don't fall over that flower pot, those are valuable.

(Not yet Nicky, I want to make him comfortable first).

oh right ... sorry *he looks down momentarily for said flower pots, which causes him to sway more*


You summ ... summm.... you asked for me? *he slurs, then adds with a grin looking straight at Nicholas* Marie

*Nicholas looks away utterly disgusted and ashamed his future wife shud whitness such behavior*

*Feels her gorge rise at the words he say*.

I've had some complaints from the serving girls and boys, and while I'm sure they're baseless, it's just a formality. Did you at any time sexually accost any serving boy or girl?

*Richard leans forward slightly, his eyes squinting as he attempts to look her eye to eye from where he stands below her throne*

Maireth ... what kind of man do you thinkth I am? *paints on a wounded expression* What has Nicky been telling you abouth me, I am no sodomite. And I did not acc ... acc... forceth myself on any server girls *bellows a great laugh* I did not haveth to ... they were willing!

(OOC:I have to go now.)

*Smiles soothingly* I know, Nicky never said anything of the sort. Don't worry, he's so uptight *winks*, he doesn't understand the joys of a little fun at all.

Just as a guarantee, would you repeat that statament in writing, under oath?

(OOC: me to *yawns* )

eh ?

*his face twists in confusion. With a great shrug of his shoulders he replies* what everth you want Mar .... *HICUPP* ... Marie .... one thingth though .... what did I just sayth?


*cackles loudly*

*Nicholas rolls his eyes and gives Marie an "I told you so glance" *

*Is thinking of all the back-stabbing, drunkard, handsome nobles she has just executed for treason, and how he could be the next one*.

*Smiles conspiratorially* Just write down that you didn't sexually accost any serving boys or girls. You can do that, can't you? *Holds out paper and quill*.

*Marie gives Nicky an " I''m a half-Scottish half-French Queen, you think I cannot deal with a lying alcoholic" look*.

*Nicholas bows his head lsightly and smiles in way of a silent apologee*

*Richard continues to look confused but with the help of one the guards he manages to scribble someting quite illegiable across the parchment*

*he think takes a step forward as if he intends to hand the parchment back to her himself but falls flat on his face on the floor instead, the parchment flutters to the to lay beside him*

*a moment later his rath loud and obnoxious snores begin to fill the chamber*

Oh lovely ... *Stifles a giggle*. Should we leave him there for later? 'Twould be most amusing!

He is making an aweful racket *Nicholas tries to hide his own mirth* but I suppose why not, it could be entertaining

I cannot believe the two of you came out of the same vagina, much less shard parents, an upbringing and a home-country. Are you two actually related?

I have often wondered the same thing, but my mother assured me he is. I spent more time with my Mother persueing the arts and education, my dear brother had no intrest in those, he thought me a sissy, still does.

*looks at the snoreing lump in disgust and contemplates kicking him, but it would just wake him up and he is slightly less obnoxious unconscious.*