Let's all wish Elizabeth a very happy birthday!

Oh, I love to Dance! In France I won the BDP Award!

*Elizabeth claps and predictably demands La Volta as it ist her favourite and she hath not taken her excercise yet this day*

AH La Volta ! *bellows Henry in an unusal good cheer*

Daughter, wuldst you do me the honor *holds out his hand*

*Elizabeth's eyes light up as though all her birthdays her father had forgotten hath arrived at once*

With pleasure your majesty.

*she bows gracefully and walks to take his hand*

*Henry smiles and takes his daughter's hand. He dances well for his size and he seems to be enjoying the time with his daughter*

Ah but we have not fanced like this in many years my dearest daughter

I hath watched thee dance many times at court my father but can't recall having the pleasure myself.

I admit I oft find the weight of the crown heavy upon my head and the endless matters of state dreary. Dancing ist one of mine few pleasures. That and galloping out across the parklands faster than any man in my court.

Have me never danced? Pity really. Oh well now we shall make up for it!

galloping out across the parklands faster than any man in my court eh?

You are your Father's daught *he smiles with pride*

We shuld take that ride togther, make a race of it *winks*

*Waits in the corner for my turn while guzzling champagne like a maniac*.

Elizabeth!
I send the most loving effection for your birthday, and i hath brought thou a gift.
Two of the most beautiful horses will be brought to you tomorrow morn~ I hope this gift is to your liking.

- notices from the corner of her eye -
* grits teeth *
Long time no Henry. * sarcastic smile *

We shall have that ride tomorrow *he says to his daughter as he dances her towards the new comer. He releass her suddenly and takes up Katherine instead*


Katherine my dear, how art thou? *he demands as he lifts her of her feet, twirls her around and set her back down.*

* decides to play along *
Ah Henry... still full of such life. I myself am... (pause) Splendid.
Seeing you now.

Brings back some... * caresses dress * wonderful memories.
* smile *

Indeed it does! *Henry beams, his cheeks rosy with wine and the exertion of danceing*

He dance he back to where she once stood and releases her with a sort of clumsy bow. I thank thee for the dance but I believe I shall sit this next one out.

* giggles childishly *
what ever is the matter Henry...?

- lifts dress up slightly to show hints of flesh -
Is that a slight blush I see upon you cheek? Anyhow~ We must celebrate your dear daughters birthday.

* suggestive smiles. *

Katherine he chopped you head off and didn't even spring for a trial or a French headsman! How can you even speak to him?!

Anne .... do you always have to be such a royal party pooper *Henry laughs*

*Picks up two glasses of wine and hands one to Katherine*

*snatches glass away and drinks it herself* What you see in that mindless slut is beyond me, all she wants to do is spend your money on new dresses and sleep with your Groom of the Stool. Why waste your time with her?

*roars with laughter* Anne, my dear Anne! Art thou jealous?

* THINKS TO SELF, Anne don't give away the bloody point! *

- light glare at Anne -
now now...
we can all forgive and forget. Besides Anne~

* taps on the shoulder and whispers VERY close to her ear*
there are a lot of women here that [i]ALL[u] want a piece of him... believe me, you and I are quite alike in our fates due to this man's hand...

~we all need a bit of time to ourselfs.
* turns to pout and suggestively wink at Henry *

Jealous of my silly little cousin? Don't make me laugh!

Katherine art thou drunk again? Shall you need to fling your gorge? Wouldst you like me to hold your hair back? Or is your smallish IQ getting in the way of you making sense?

*Henry chuckles, quite pleased with him self*

* smiles sarcasticly at Anne *

Drunk... Oh no. Why, when the night is still so young.
*thinks- [i]get his guard down ... by any means neccisary *

But my dear Anne, why so cold towards me? I hath hardly spoken to you since the day I came back.
Everyone has to have a little heart every now and then.

*Elizabeth knows not quite how to react at the mention of the Groom of the Stool... a position among the royal household that she didst get rid of within her reign*

Some day maman, I shalt have to drink more heavily of the rum. I do love it so when you tal k of people flinging their gorge.

*laughs*

I am reserving my heart for someone besides you, you dithering fool. Don't you have a hot date at the sockhop with Culpeper?

Well I haven't flung my gorge in eighteen years, I can hold my liquor unlike this little lightweight Kitty Howard. Really daughter you are English wouldn't you prefer gin?