Let's all wish Elizabeth a very happy birthday!

(OOC: Hell in a handbasket lol)


*Henry spots Elizabeth Woodville and his grip on Marie loosens, then he walks away from her completely*

*dips his head in greeting to Elizabeth Woodville* Forgive me if my saying so seems forward but you are the most beautiful creature I hath ever laid eyes on.

*Elizabeth thinks this ist the time to be especially strong and brave*

She quickly steps up to her father offering him a goblet of wine and a roasted turkey leg to keep his hands busy and his mouth too full to say anything further.

I agree that My lady Woodville ist indeed most enchanting.

Dost thou think we hath both inherrited our famed gentle Yorkist chin from her? Her daughter, thine mother had it too.

(OOC: LMAO Thank you for that ... I was going to consult the family tree before progressing further ... but you did tell me Henry flirts with EVERYONE lol )


Ah indeed you may be right daughter *mumbles around the turkey leg*

*To Elizabeth W.* Forgive me Grandmere! But I did not at first recogize thee. Tis quite diffrent to see you in your youth, I hath only seen portraits of thee as such and those I say do thou no justice.

*Elizabeth turns to Henry with a slightly coy but flirtatious smile before curtseying to the ground*

Your Majesty, and my grandson. I accept to take that as a compliment, which you are so kind to reward with me.

Elizabeth, I have missed you greatly.

- I do believe you do have the chin of the white rose.

*steps forth to kiss Lady Woodville's hand*

Well, Henry, it had been lovely. I shall consider your offer most carefully. But as you know these things always take time!

*Whispers* And Elizabeth, why dost thee speak so of me? I don't speak of your desires for all the world to hear!

Tis my lot to behave with a little more decorum Marie. I hath seen what your sort of behaviour didst to Katherine Howard. Apart from such behaviour being demeaning, it cost dear Kat her head.

...and all of Europe doth gossip of the Virgin Queen and her Master of Horse, but tis seen I do cast him aside more than I draw him in close.

What hast thou to tell the world of me that they do not already know and which is not of my choosing to display?

*whispers to Marie*

in future, though thou wilt like it not, I wudst recommend playing the Tudor blood card with mine father. He wudst have his fine Tudor dynasty and will award thee his council via that, thou needst not fawn over him so.

*Whispers* Thank you, cousin. I shall simply have to swallow my pride and take some of your fine advice. Now, please make thine father stop pinching my backside whenever he walks by!

I hath not yet figured out a way to stop that. Mine immediate reaction to any other man behaving in such a way wudst be to slap him or have one of mine courtiers threaten to run the man through. Such actions wilt not work upon mine father the King.

..perhaps thou cudst store some lobster or large crab at the back of thine kirtle to snap fiercely at him if his hands do wander too near. Tis not quite the ideal solution but wilt have to do until I canst think of a better plan.

Thou cudst always play the humble courtier and never turn thine back on the King of course but I sense such things are not your style.

Of course not. I am his equal. 'Twoud be most beneath me to act the part of a courtier, I cannot believe thee wouldst even suggest such a thing!

We could always distract him with Christina ...

Henry doth you ever tire of making an ass of yourself?

That wudst never do. I like Christina.

...ist there not some unworthy wench of a lady somewhere who cudst be inflicted with the advances of mine father? Someone who we wudst not mourn overly when their head ist removed?

Perhaps we cudst set him up with thine mother-in-law and take bets as to who would kill the other off first.

Sounds wonderful! However, I doubt even my dearest uncle would take Madame Serpent. ... Dost mistress Howard have any sisters?

I hath lost enough of mine Howard relatives at father's hands already.

Well, Lady Woodville hath distracted his groping hands from mine person. So all is well. I hope that thou art enjoying thine bible which I gave thee for thine birthday?

I am enjoying it thoroughly Marie. Tis a joy to translate.

*Looks annoyed at this.* But why? Thou canst read Latin, what is the point in translating it?

My daughter is an intellectual. Intellectuals love translating things, Latin to Greek and v]back to Latin then English then French!

I see. I know all of those languages as well, but I see not the point in that. Well, to each her own!

You then are not an intellectual. I see your fine education was wasted. The only thing you seem to understand is acting cheap around men.

*Recoils in genuine pain* Anne, why art thou speaking to me as such? Have I offended thee?

I have been all over, watching you encourage Henry's bad nehavior, let SirRichard nibble you all up and string poor Nicholas along. I think it and you are shameful.

You know nothing. I was merely trying to make Richard behave and as for Henry, didn't you see me run to you as soon as you walked in? I was itching to get away, but what could have done?