The Marriage Game

Tis that time again whenst your Queen doth become concerned at her lack of support... broody... power hungry... or just plain hormonal. So out cometh the portraits and the endless list of suitors. I wudst have advice from all who wish to give it on mine possible future husband and father to the heir of the throne of England.

Robert Dudley

My dear sweet Robyn, the Earl of Leicester, mine 'eyes'.

Yes, I do admit he ist a most controversial choice, coming from a long line of traitors as he does and having a wife who didst die in most bizarre circumstances. His family were always power hungry and Robyn is no different, however he remains constantly loyal and hath risked his life for mine many times.

My undying love for mine Master of Horse hath created long scandal cross Europe, but I canst not dismiss the idea of him completely. He ist my oldest and closest friend, my only confidante... and he ist wild, wreckless and devilish exciting!

Robert Devereaux

The Earl of Essex.

He ist a fiery minded scamp, foolhardy, incompetent at both battle and politics. Vastly my junior and quite a mummy's boy of that vexing Lettice Knollys. I also believe he may well be the bastard son of the Earl of Lecicester.

But he ist most pretty, I never know what he wilt do next and he can flatter better than any man since sweet Robyn. I like him greatly.

Ick. they're both English and poor. NEXT!

What is wrong with being English and Poor ? *grins*

Well ... nothing ... but neither of those men are as intelligent, cultivated or sexy as you.

Very good answer my love *grins*


I agree with Marie, Bess I doth not like either of these

She never takes my good advice though, knowing her, she'll marry that fool Essex. Then he'll get tired of her old, wrinkled, worn-out body, take a mistress and then she'll behead him. 'Tis like a soap opera!

*chuckles* yes I m starting to notice that.

Speaking of marriage when art thee and Marie going to get married, Sir Nicholas?

'Tis much like a soap opera? In that case ...

*Turns to you with mock seriousness* Nicholas, I'm pregnant with your baby. *Cracks up laughing*

ah LAdy Woodville, that is an excellant question, I have been pondering the answer myself ....


Marie?

Marie Stuart wrote:

'Tis much like a soap opera? In that case ...

*Turns to you with mock seriousness* Nicholas, I'm pregnant with your baby. *Cracks up laughing*

*passes out cold*

(OOC: Grr I wisheth I could play a Queen regent I want more authority! However I already haveth two roles I know not if I will be able to handle another)

Nicholas! I was joking! Nicholas!

*Thinks "I know what to say to wake him up"*.

Technically, In order for us to be married, all you have to do is give a gift in front of a witness, and then we're married. Lady Woodville is a witness so ...

*smiles willingly*

(OOC: Lady woodville what is one more ? lol Go for it!)


Really that is all?

*pulls a very old and delicate locket from his breast pocket .... wud this do? Tis not expensive but it doth mean something to me

Does not have to be expensive.

*Says loudly and clearly* Nicholas I do accept this gift in the spirit of matrimony, and in return I give you this. *Hands you a locket as well*.

I except your gift as well and promise to cherish you always *smiles broadly, and is blushing more than a little*

Is that all that is required? *looking hopeful, and very much like a little boy on Christmas morning*

(OOC: But who? haha I'm drawn towards Elizabeth of York but it would be odd rpging with myself as it's Woodville's daughter, also she is no regent. I can think not of anybody)

*looks around before clapping her hands and laughing merrily*

And so it is done.

Yes it is. I've never seen you look so happy, before. You are no the King Consort of Scotland, and as such *Hands over a crown that weighs 10 pounds* you are entitled to this.


Uh-oh ... it just occured to me, we did exactly what Elizabeth (Tudor) told us not to. Perhaps we should go and celebrate at our court.

(OOC: I think you could pull it off, might be cool doing the mother/daughter)


Thank you Lady Woodville most heartily for your assitance *bows*

And I look this way because I never have been this happy *smiles fondly*

*reluctanly takes the heavy crown* I suppose this goes with the package.

*looks grave* I do hope she is not too upset, after all you two have seemed to have come to an understanding as of late. But yes ... we better be off.


(OOC: and my apologizes to Dear Bess, we seemed to have high-jacked your postings ... but at least you did not miss Nicky's wedding *laughs*)

You are most welcome my Lord, I see we are now of the same status.

*curtseys, laughing lightly*

(OOC: Either her or Margaret of Anjou, she basically ruled for her insane husband)

(OOC: Maybe Isabella the Catholic? She was fascinating!).

(OOC: Which Isabella, the she wolf or of Castile? I know not much about Isabella's)