Let's all wish Elizabeth a very happy birthday!

Happy Birthday daughter! I was searching for and have found my gift for you. Tis the jewel I gave your father hundreds of years ago. The lady in the ship on the storm tossed sea. I'd like you to have it. Also I have taken French cooking classes in my spare time from Marie Antoinette and I am making a batch of profiteroles for you to enjoy later. Much love and happy returns of the day, cherie! Maman

*Whispers to Anne* [i]My Granddaughters cooking is near-fatal. Eat it not, or eat it at yoru own peril*.

Happy Birthday Dear Elizabeth! Eat not of neither of them! My cooking of Spanish delicacies is beyond reproach! You are welcome to my humble table at any time!

Happy Birthday dearest Elizabeth!

Happy Birthday, Daughter!
Juan sends his deepest regards and a portrait:

I see I canst look forward to a most sumptuous feast of delicacies from many realms. I canst hardly wait to try them all and wudst wish maman's profiteroles to take central place upon mine table.

My lady Joanna, I doth love Spanish food with great passion ao a seat at thine table ist most wonderous offer. I shalt be taking thee up on thine kind offer many a time I think.

*sighs*

My lord Charles, tis most wonderous portrait indeed. I suddenly do find myself quite overwhelmed.

*notices the detail of the dagger torn through the slashings of hist breeches and doth have to sit down and fan herself rapidly*

Most overwhelmed indeed.

Happy Birthday my dear Bess, I am afraid I have no jewels or fine art to bestow upon you. All I have are my talents as a poet, such as they are. This piece may seem dark and brooding to others but you I think will understand its meaning and intent.

Lady Ice

Lady Ice slips into her soul
Lady Ice leaves a house so cold
Lady Ice did you know
That the world was lonely too
Drifting snows
Searching plains and high
TUrning stones as she looks
For the heart somebody stole
She knows the violation
In lovers arms without occasion
But who knows where to find
A true heart for Lady Ice
Mesmerised
In the candle flame
Compromised by the cruel bands
Of steel around her breasts
She knows the desolation
Of lover's arms their isolation
But who knows where to find
A true heart for Lady Ice
Lady's eyes slip away
To the part she plays in school
She knows of roles and hideaways
Suppose she knows but turns away
SHe knows where to find
A true heart for Lady Ice
Lady Ice
Step outside your soul
lady Ice do you know
That the world is frightened too

wishing you a very happy birthday.

from

the mysterious one

Joanna The Mad wrote:

Happy Birthday Dear Elizabeth! Eat not of neither of them! My cooking of Spanish delicacies is beyond reproach! You are welcome to my humble table at any time!

Dear lovely Joanne, how art thee? Thou has found thine way to this forum. All here are thine friends dear and you will be safe. Perhaps soon Philip can join you in eternal domestic bliss!

Hello, mother.

I thank thee mysterious one for attending mine court to wish me a fine birthday, thou art most welcome here.

...and my lord Nicholas, *sighs* such beautiful words that express so very much. True words spoken oft mean more than fine jewels and I shall treasure these. I shudst like a copy written in thine own hand to keep in mine treasure box if it please you to do it my lord?

*Elizabeth would embrace him in thanks but tis not proper now, so she offers her hand to be kissed as is the way. Tis normal to offer the beringed hand so that the ring of England can be kissed in reverence, but she offers the other hand to her true friend.*

Daughter, may I present you my mother, Dona Juana? I have let her out on the condition there be no screaming.

Elizabeth Tudor wrote:

I thank thee mysterious one for attending mine court to wish me a fine birthday, thou art most welcome here.

...and my lord Nicholas, *sighs* such beautiful words that express so very much. True words spoken oft mean more than fine jewels and I shall treasure these. I shudst like a copy written in thine own hand to keep in mine treasure box if it please you to do it my lord?

*Elizabeth would embrace him in thanks but tis not proper now, so she offers her hand to be kissed as is the way. Tis normal to offer the beringed hand so that the ring of England can be kissed in reverence, but she offers the other hand to her true friend.*

Of course, I shall pen it imeadately.

*Kisses the offered hand, lingering a moment with her hand in his. It is a brief pause,not long enough for anyone to notice or cause scandal, but a pause none the less.*

*Elizabeth offers the Marquis of Pembroke a smile that conveys great affection, joy and regret all in one. She hopes he doth understand what her eyes convey*

*Elizabeth rises from her trhone and walks toward Queen Joana, curtseying deeply*

Dona Juana, it is indeed great pleasure to have you here upon the celebration of mine birth. I hope for us to be most friendly kinswomen when I am married to thine grandson Don Juan.

*Sees the look between Elizabeth and Nicholas, but says nothing*.

Happy birthday! Have some Danishes, your grace!

*bellows through the chamber*

I am too late to wish my daughter A happy Birthday? *thinks, if you are my daughter*

I have brought you this *hands out a sparkling necklace of rubys and diamonds*

Though I shud think sitting apon MY throne gift enough!

But enough of this, where are the men in this court! I fancy a hunt!

*Elizabeth stammers and falls to her knees in full reverance of her good father*

Your highness!

I thank thee for such princely a gift my lord.

*hopes like hell that the Emperor Charles, Sir Nicholas or even young Edward or Richard of Rhodes wudst come to her aid and distract her father with some happy passtime*

Ah, King Henry, it has been many years since we have yet met!

*to Elizabeth* Oh get up ... *frowns moodily* what are you a serving wench or a Queen?!


Charles! At last company worthy of my greatness! How has thee been these many years?


Is this place always so dank now? Where are the musicans, dancers, .... *grins* the women?

Why Henry, they are all around you, but alas are all married or engaged to others! You shall have to live in Christian chastity.

*Elizabeth stands shakily and doth praise the Lord for the Emperor Charles... though a slight burst of laughter doth try to escape at his words*

*spits wine across the room in surprise*


Not likely *bellows in laughter*

*knows full well that niether marriage nor engagement shall keep him from what he desires*

Are there other men in this Court? We shuld organize a joust!

*wheels around turning on Elizabeth as if he just remembered her there* And what is this rumor that hath come ot mine ear of thou about to wed? Doth not my imput in the matter mean naught?

*winks at Elizabeth, very slightly*
Come, Henry! We have much to catch up on!

Why there are a few of us, but I fear my bones are too old for such things. Lost my taste for such things years ago, alas. Fishing is more my type these days.