Welcome Sir Nicholas

Elizabeth Woodville wrote:

*raises one eyebrow and attempts to break up the fight between Elizabeth and Marie*
Ladies, remember who you are.

Only if that filthy, lying, whore apologizes for what she hath just said. She DID rebel against her sister, the liar!

And the Crown she wears on her head is rightfully mine. I never thought I'd see the day that a bastard inherits the Throne of England, HAH!

*Pulls the ring Elizabeth gave me for my 19th Birthday off of my finger and tosses it at her head!*.

Nicholas, I am a human being, I get angry and sayeth often things I doth not mean. Please forgive me! You cannot leave me as well, I have no-one left.

Everyone hath left me, betrayed me or used me to their own ends. You are the only person besides my good mother, I have met, who I don't believe would strangle me for a pocketful of gold!

ELIZABETH (Tudor),

You lie so fluently! Everyone knoweth that you flirted with Philip, it was his intervention that kept you alive! Your sister would gladly have killed your lying ass, and good riddance!

And you just as much disrupted my realm as I did yours. You bribed Moray, Maitland and Lethington so much so that they betrayed me. You are so two-faced I'm surprised you can breath!

*laughs*

Is it thine intention to steal my crown while I laugh myself silly?!

Marie, the mistakes you make when angered doth entertain me greatly!

You wudst call the Virgin Queen a whore? What a curious way to argue against someone, with slander that is so far from the truth that they can do nothing but laugh.

God and my sister know I wudst never want to cause a rebellion that doth disrupt the true line to the throne, and Mary did rightfully come before me. So what you wish to invent to fill thine arguments with are but trifles and alas I have not the time to entertain such pointless arguing.

I wudst like to thank thee for the return of the ring, tis most pretty and I am glad to have it back.

And I wudst advise you to read up on the history of a country whose crown you crave so greatly if you think all it's monarchs were born out of holy wedlock.

...might I suggest starting with the Prince who was born of the Queen Consort while her husband the King had been away from her bed for over a year due to waging a war. That tale hath long amused me.

The Virgin Queen? Dont make me laugh, dear Cousin! I'm sure Essex and Dudley will agree with me when I say 'tis a most unbecoming lie.

And I have never in my life said that all the Kings and Queens of England were bastards. 'Twoud be a slander to mien own son. YOU are a bastard, cousin. Henry made it so. Mary made it so. Edward made it so. And Anne and Henry's marriage never received a papal dispensation, so it was false and bigamous.


And please don't laugh so cousin, it enlarges thine wrinkles.

*shakes head then crosses the room to throw him self in a chair*
*paints on a grave and brooding expression as he waits for the Lady's of the court to stop thier incessinat bickering*

Oh ... Nicholas ... what think of you of my message to you?

I you think I wudst sully myself by laying with the spoilt offspring of Lettice Knollys thou art most wrong!

...however... when it comes to sweet Robyn, what can I say?!

What can you say? WHAT CAN YOU SAY? Cousin, love must be hurting thine famous and reknowned intellect!

*roars with laughter*

Indeed it must cousin, indeed it must!

Marie Stuart wrote:

Oh ... Nicholas ... what think of you of my message to you?

The whole affair confuses me greatly, I know now what to think or say at the moment.

*head pounds from the constant mood swings*

*sighs*

My Dear Marie I would forgive you always.

Your message has left me uncertain *frowns*

You wudst beseech me not to leave you because I am all you have, you are alone, betrayed. You feel that I should never bring you to harm or mistreat you and in that you think true. But my dearest Marie not once in your plea did you beseech me to stay because you love me, or care for me in any way other than the sense of security I can provide you.

Oh, Nicholas! I find your charming, handsome (though, to be honest, a little thin for my taste), intelligent, wise and funny. And I do like you, truly. I don't even know if that's love! I've never felt true love for anyone I don't think, But by God, this is the closest I've ever been!

Elizabeth Tudor wrote:

*roars with laughter*

Indeed it must cousin, indeed it must!

I believe that instead of Robyn, thou shouldst turn thine shrewd gaze to King Eric of Sweden. Protestant, educated, handsome and only a little bit insane! What's not to love!

*rises from his chair and comes to stand before her. he locks his emerald greens eyes with hers*

Truly? I can I dare hope that thou wants me, the man, not what I might offer you in terms of security or wealth, that thou would profess the same when not in comptetion with thy cousin?

Sir Nicholas of Rhodes wrote:

*rises from his chair and comes to stand before her. he locks his emerald greens eyes with hers*

Truly? I can I dare hope that thou wants me, the man, not what I might offer you in terms of security or wealth, that thou would profess the same when not in comptetion with thy cousin?

*Gazes back with gray eyes just as powerfully and laughs bitterly* Security and wealth? What have they ever gotten me? Think me a whore which can be purchased by the highest bidder. I am the Queen of Scotland, England, France and Ireland: I DON'T need your money.

And frankly, 'tis all politics. If I marry a man whom Elizabeth disapproves I will have hell to play (See: Stuart, Henry and Hepburn, James).

You think me competitive and foolish, but there are rules when one is a Queen and they must be obeyed.

*frowns*

I never thought you a whore or foolish, though competive you are. I know you dont need my money, because you know well I have none.

And again you speak to me of politics, and I care not for them.

All I seek is to find someone to love, someone who will love me

I can love you.

*moves in closer*

I wudst believe that you could

*raises a hand to caress her cheek gently*

*Grabs your hand and puts it on my heart, which is beating quickly*. Believe it, please.

Oh, Nicholas, I must go. Do not forget me. *wipes eyes discreetly*.

I could never forget you my dearest Marie

Until tomorrow then ...


*kisses her cheek softly*