An Unwelcome Arrival

Oh, yes I love pets! I love adorable little dogs!

*Starts to have the idea that Lady Woodville wasn't talking about animals, but decides that it would be best not to inquire further, for fear that Elizabeth would turn her into a vole*.

*flutters eyelashes*

I love dogs, I could do with my own little bitch.

*laughs in her mind to think that Marie would think I'd turn my own blood into an animal*

Your own little bitch? *Marie blanches, knowing that she is going to be turned into a dog, in her own court, at her moment of triumph.*

*Nicholas turns his nose in disgust*


*he muses to himself* Speaking of dogs ....


Two Guard enter the throne room "escorting" a now sober Richard. Sober he may be but a little worse fo rwear he does look.*

*Marie seats herself on the throne, and makes sure the girls are staring straight ahead*.

*Richard casts Nicholas a quick mocking glance before bowing deeply to Marie*


Your Majesty *he smiles* you wished to see me?

Yes. You never did sign the paper I gave you last night. *Pouts in a very sexy way* And I would really love it if you would sign it.

Oh do forgive me your Majesty, I was taken ill last night. It is a malady I have suffered for years. I will of course sign what ever you like.

A malady? *Raises eyebrows in a way that is so obviously sceptical, no-one would be fooled*. Well here, you go *hands him the paper and quill, scoping his body up and down while she does*.

*Richard's lips part in a wide smile as he sees Marie roam over his body with her eyes. He puffs out his chest and stands taller as he looks ot make sure Nicholas notices*


*he signs the paper with out reading it and hands it back, "accidently" rubbing her hand with his thumb as she takes it back*

Thank you. *looks at the paper*. *looks pointedly at Richard's crotch and licks her lips*, just one more question (this is gasped out breathily).


*Nicholas is in the room, and it's obvious Marie is not such a blatant whore as to make love to his brother right here*.

*Richard moves closer to her, his body almost touching hers. He is clearly pleased with himself. He casts another glance at Nicholas before leaning closer to Marie*

Of course ... ask me ANYTHING

*Raises eyebrow and leans in so close their noses are almost touching, then shoots Nicholas a glance that says "Hold on for the punchline"*.

I want you to take off your breeches, right now.

*Richard remains close to her, not moveing an inch, but his smile slides off his face for a moment before he manages to paint it back on. Then he forces and uneasy laugh*

Oh my, you really shud not toy with me this way, my brother will be angry with us both *he gives MArie a look that clearly says he is more than willing*

*leans in and whispers* Nicholas is ugly, impotent and stupid. I need a real man. He's not even looking his head is in a book, it's big hall.

Imagine how you'll feel taking his wife, The Queen of Scotland and France while he watches. C'mon. (moans) please ...

*reading accounts of this entire exchange via Walsingham's Scottish spy network, Elizabeth doth muse that Scotland hath really gone downhill of late and wonders if she should invade just for the sake of making social reforms*

*Richard is still somewhat suffering from the lingering effects of the booze. This combined with the fact that he usually thinks with his organ below the belt and not his brain, plays right into her plan. He looks across the room to Nicholas who indeed has taken out a book and seems oblivious to all. *

*You dolt* he thinks to himself


*Richard licks his lips and then throws his arms around Marie and roughly draws her in closer crushing his lips to hers.



*Nicholas's jaw is clinched, his knuckles are white he clutches his book so tightly. He trusts Marie, he knows its a ruse, but it dosent mean he likes it.*

GUARDS! GUARDS COME! THIS SAVAGE IS RAPING THE QUEEN! HELP HELP! M'AIDER, M'AIDER!

*The guards, two of whom incidently had been watching the whole affair, grab a very confused Richard. It takes a moment for it to sink in his thick head but he gets it eventually.*

You coniving bitch! *He bellows* you will regret this! Do you hear me!


Nicholas! Do something with your whore! Stop this or you will regret it!


*The guards drag him from the room*

Well played my love *Nicholas his paler than normal, and does not look up from his book*

Nicholas, arr thou okay? We have won!

I am fine my love ... * casts his book aside* though I am bothered you had to endure this trickery.

*then chuckles* I do believe I find myself jealous

No reason not too. Your brother is handsome, well-muscled, manly and from what I saw very well equipped. However he is also an uneducated, insensitive lout. Is he really the only family you have left?

No not anymore, you are my family now, you and James

Oh *puts eyes over mouth and tears up*. Thank you so much. I love you, Nicky, truly.

However, this remains a sensitive issue. What to do with the brother of the King?