Welcome Sir Nicholas

ah if you wish it my Lady *smiles*

Dearest sister you should introduce me to your new found friend.

Dearest Mary, I wudst love nothing more, I was awaiting your return to the household to do just that.

Mary, this goodly gentleman is Sir Nicholas of Rhodes, a loyal subject of our realm. He ist mightye fine of wit and wisdom, and I do think he wudst teach thee how to enjoy thine self. He is mist skilled at distracting us all from the weight of rule and the past that doth weigh heavily upon all our shoulders.

Sir Nicholas, I present my dear Sister Mary to you.

*whispers to Master Nicholas* Try not to mention mine mother unless neccesary, Mary's own mother being cast aside for a Boleyn is a most distressing memory for her.

Elizabeth! I did not abandon my son! I was forced to flee! I could not very well run half-way across the country! I'm 6'0 tall and wear lavish clothes, you could spot me from Ireland!

And you did not protect me! You imprisoned me, and then tried me without letting me even see the evidence!

Also, I agree with you about us both being used, but at least you could have stopped bribing my nobles!

Now you are right, let us turn to more pleasent pastimes *Downs a third glass of champagne*, could you teach me how to do the Volta? *hiccups*.

My Lady, my attention it seems is being requested *reluctantly releases the captivating Elizabeth Woodville* Perhaps you will allow me the pleasure of your company again

*kisses her hand before moving away to greet Mary*

*nods to Elizabeth acknowledging her hint then bows to Mary*

it is an honor to meet you my Lady, though I must warn you that your sister casts me in a more favorable light than I deserve

*Downs a fourth glass of champagne* heyy ev'rybody iwrote a'lil song for my cushin, she is sooo pretty, I just LOOOOVEEE her ... *hiccups*.

*whispers to Elizabeth and Mary with a concerned expression*

I fear Lady Stuart is much too fond of champayne

I liketh her greatly when she hath quaffed a great quantity of champayne. Methinks we shudst keep her well supplied....

Dear Marie, you must indeed learn La Volta, I bet you hath very pretty ankles and tis by far the only way of showing them off without creating a scandal!

...however I fear greatly that your sense of balance wudst not allow you to leap about so at present.

*Smiles at Sir Nicholas of Rhodes*

Its my pleasure to meet you Sir Nicholas of Rhodes. I see the ladies are quiet taken with you. May I ask what wisdom have you charmed them with.

*Mary gives a flirty smile*

Hey, nicolash yru talkina boutme, Im not fonda champain *drinks another glass and burps loudly* did yall hear that hehehe, I love YOU!

Methinks the lady is most deffinately a Stuart when it comes to drinking, us Tudors have a slightly stronger constitution!

*shakes his head at Marie's outburst but a slight smile parts lips *


*flashes Mary a charming smile*

I know not what wisdom my hostess speaks of. I am but a man of simple heart and thoughts

*Drinks another glass* Bitschth! Dont bee disin my bloodline! I'l have youkno that i luv to drinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn *starts giggling hysterically.

*Winks to Elizabeth*

I think we shall keep him. I also agree Poor Marie shall I have more brought or shall we get her to bed.

*smiles to Mary*

I think the latter, shall we call a servent in to put her to bed

NO! I'mmmm noht goingta bed! Ahm not tirrred ! *Falls asleep cradling the bottle of champagne*.

*sigh*

I fear dear Marie hath reached the stage where drink will make her no more merrie, but it will make her more sicke!

I wudst take her to her bead mineself but I fear she might try to do me some injury even in this more loving state. Perhaps thou cudst round up some of those with a more Catholic leaning among of household to do the task dear sister? I think her more likely to succomb to their assiatance then mine.

...and yes, we shalt deffinately keep Sir Nicholas close for as long as he will permit it.

Good Sir Nicholas, thou art always ready with the best solutions.

*claps hands to summon the servants*

Indeed *laughs and shakes his head*


*gently removes the bottle of champayne, removes his cloak and covers her sleeping form*

AWE!! Poor Marie give her an hour she shall return ready for more I am sure.

*smiles a cunning smile as Nicholas drops the cloak on her, but stays limp*.

Sir Nicholas! Wilt thou rescue me?! I fear I am being attacked by a basket of sewing in the Household of Suggestions!

(and no, that is not a double entendre!)

*whispers so only Marie can hear* Either the lady attempts ot play me or she is having pleasant dreams ... or perhaps both

*laughs* Of course my Lady

*moves away to join Elizabeth*

*mumbles ... almost as if dreaming ... "now, it beeth my turn to play" but remains limp.