Welcome Sir Nicholas

Sweet dreams indeed *He smiles to no one in particular *

*Pulls cloak tight around me while opening mouth slightly*.

*is greatlye amused by the goings on, thou her eye doth smart slightly from the needle attack earlier in the day*

... dear Nicholas, I do believe Marie ist trying to inhale thine cloak!

How curious!

*laughs at Elizabeths jest*

Oh Dear I hope not *he quips* it is my best

*tosses her a wink*

*Walks over to her dear friend.* Marie I call your bluff. Is this Sir Nicholas of Rhodes getting to you. He is indeed a charmer. *Plots a way to get him from her sister for herself.*

I wilt have no plotting against me in mine old household sister, please play nicely!

Besides, I doth love thee dearly and hath no wish to fight. Thou hath a far greater claim to the throne than mine also, and I shalt have to bow to thine royal divinity.

Dear sister, I do not plan to fight you forgive me.

It would sadden me greatly to be the source of strife in this court, I would not have my presence here cause unrest *smiles*

Good sister, I forgivest thou everything, always, for thine heart is true and thine intentions are always good.

Now, Sir Nicholas thou dost forget I know thee well, tho I know you wudst not disrupt mine household and the safety of our kingdom... thou dost always take great entertainment in flustering the minds of mine ladies!

*chuckles*

I find it great sport myself and doth enjoy watching you. I think these games are important ones to learn myself, such follies are meant in jest but doth weild great power, do they not? I think it a fine way to keep mine many suitors of many realms always on my side without having to single any of them out in particular.

...well, except for dear Robyn, I doth single him out greatly, I admit

You speak truly, though the compliments that fall from my lips are sincere.

And I have to admitt I do think to settle down at times *sighs* If I were to find the right match

You know well My Lady what it is like to pine for that which you can not truly have

I do indeed dear Nicholas, as do most of us ladies at court I do believe.

Kat Aragon cast aside by her dear Henry, Anne Boleyn forbidden from her beloved Thomas Percy, Kat Howard forced to marry an ageing King whilst her young heart yearned for Culpepper, Kat Parr who hadst waited so long for Tom Seymour. Mary treated abominably by her rarely visiting Philip of Spain, Marie parted by wars from her rather violent Bothwell and myself forever disallowed to truly love dear Robyn Dudley... or in fact the Duc D'Anjou whio wast my second choice. ...and my third choice of Essex, well, that was great folly on mine part, he was quite the rogue!

Sometimes I fear only father's rapidly changing affections were ever fulfilled... many times over!

it is true that from what I have heard *sighs*

But alas *paints on a smile* we are again being drawn towards less than savory thoughts. Let us not ponder over such things that are beyond our control.


*raises a glass of wine* To my hostess and dear friend, Young Bess ... and to England

aye, to England!

*clinks glasses*

I regret the hour grows late and I find myself weary. If the Ladies of this court will excuse me I shall like to find my rest.

*looks around the room for Elizabeth Woodville to gaze on her beauty once more, but sadly dose not see her*

*turns to reguard Marie's limp form and a wry grin crosses his lips* I shall I suppose collect my cloak on the morrow.


I bid thee all a good evening.

*bows to the court and leaves*

*Elizabeth walks out of the crowd she was disgusing herself between, a hard task since her beauty was so mesmorizing. She waves and smiles to Sir Nicholas before she swiftly marches over to Marie*

*talks in a loud voice*

My Lady, I suggest you hold your tongue and show a little more respect when talking to your grandmother. Let alone talking to a WITCH. Perhaps I should just 'ZAP' you. Would you like that? And no, you are not the most beautiful. You are too big for any man to efficiantly womanize you!

*cackles loudly so everybody can see Marie's shame*

Elizabeth! Grand-mere! Everyone knows you used witchcraft to seduce Edward (Richard?). And I"m only 6'0", Sir Nicholas seems to like me quite well.


And dearest Nicholas here is your cloak back *Hands him the coak, it is scented with cinnamon, clean and embossed with an MS and a NR inside of a heart*.

*takes the cloak from her and draws in its scent deeply*

My Lady should not have troubled herself so

*runs a delicate finger across the embrodiary, his lips parting in a smile, a slight rosy blush playing softly across his pale cheeks*

My dearest Nicholas, it was no trouble whatsoever. Take it as a gift, and as a momento *gazes sensuously at you beneath partially-lowered lids*. Your dearest, Marie.

*bows head slighty*

I will My Lady and treasure it.


So *he flashes her his best charming smile* I suppose this means you are no longer angry at me for threatening to cast you into the stables *laughs*

*laughs* No, I be not angry with thee! I love horses and would love to be in the stables. Perhaps we could go riding sometime *raises an eyebrow*?

*returns her laugh with one of his own*


Now My Lady *flashes her a wry grin* if I did not know better I should think you were scheming to get me alone in the stables

*winks*

Alone in the stables? I know not of what you speak *gives you an "I know EXACTLY of what you speak" look*. I just thought perhaps we could go riding. The soothing motion of the flesh beneath us would surely bond us together. Just don't tell ma cousine!

now the Lady would have me keeping secrets as well *smiles* naughty indeed

Yes, and I'm French. And you know how Frenchwomen are *Giga-watt smiles*.

I am affraid you have me quite off guard, you are the first Frenchwoman who I have had the pleasure of maing the aqaintance of *smiles*