Welcome Sir Nicholas

*GASPS*.


My ... oh my ... oh ... My Lord ... *Screams a piercing shriek*.

*sighs*

Please do not shriek so .... you will call the whole of Haitfields inhabitants down on us.


*frowns*

I have misjudged I see and made a grave mistake

*sweeps across the floor*
Greetings Sir Nicholas, thou look sad.
What pains thee?
Do you like the forums adjustments?

A Good evening to you *bows*

I doth like the adjustments well ... I see My Lady Woodville and My Sweet Marie hath homes of thier own which I am sure will please them.

Sir Nicholas of Rhodes wrote:

*sighs*

Please do not shriek so .... you will call the whole of Haitfields inhabitants down on us.


*frowns*

I have misjudged I see and made a grave mistake

Oh, shut up. We're not in Hatfield, we're in the woods walking in the moonlight, remember?

And I wasn't screaming about your admission. I love you so much, I couldn't care less. Of course I have some questions, but nothing we cannot go through.

I was screaming because a mouth ran up my leg and into my petticoats!

*laughs* A mouse? *raisies a brow*

I am sorry if I seem to doubt you my love, you cant imagine what it is like, unable to trust others with my secret less they abandon me in fear and loathing. I feared so much that I would loose you.

I will answer anything you wish of course

You truly love me? That is the first time I have heard those words in so long *sighs* You truly are not bothered by this? You do nto fear me?

Well that was my first question. I will not lie, I am terrified, but I love you.

Dost thou intend to ... err ... drink your fill? I cannot imagine that all that poetry, flirting, dancing and drunken swooning *raises an eyebrow* was all so that I could culminate bloodless in the woods, cast aside as a used drinking vessel!

*smiles* I understand your fear, but I swear I will never harm you.

The poetry and flirting I reserve for the woman I love, not dinner *laughs* it is quite wasted on them really

Ahhh, I see. Can you have children?

*frowns sadly*

I am not sure, part of me hopes so and another wishes not. What father wants to out live thier child and what child wants a monster for a father.

But from what information I have been able to gather, it is possible

I see. Can you control your hunger?

In the beginning it was a struggle but I can now quite easily. Itr is only while I refused my fate and resisted the hunger that it became uncontrolable. So long as I am well fed the hunger doth not pain me

I will never harm you my love, I swear it.

I believe thee.

Last question: Dost thou liketh tall women? God gave me six glorious feet and there beeth not much I can do about it.

*smiles fondly* I shud ask you if you like small men, God gavth me only 5 foot and some 7 inches ... there is not much I can do about that either. And I think you see now why your wish to fatten me up is not going to happen *laughs*

I love you, exactly as you are

Okay, I am tolerant after all my 3rd (illegitimate and false) husband was an inch shorter than you. However I will not be able to wear heels which is most upsetting ...

Why not? I adore women in heels ... perhaps I could wear heels as well ... I hath a most admirable pair of boots ....

Ah ... I see ... *pulls on a pair of 5-inch leather thigh-high stripper boots*. What do you think of this woman in these heels?

I think I like them very much *smiles, blushing*

Good to hear. Unfortunately, Nicky, I must go. I shall be back soon. And remember, don't believe everything you hear.

nor you *smiles*


Until later ... *kisses her softly*

Well, I am back! I had the most lovely bubble bath, I wish that thee could have joined me!

*smiles fondly*

We shall have plenty of time for those soon enough


I have missed you while you were absent

I will not lie, Nicholas. I saw what you and Elizabeth were speaking of in her private chamber.

And if you have ANY questions, you should ask me yourself. Not a woman who, as much as she may love you, has every reason to dis-credit me!

And what is it I should ask you?

I don't know, Nicky. Don't play with me. Reading the lies, horrible and cruel lies, she spoke of me has brought me down. Just start wherever you'd like.

Wait, I'll help you: An abdication made under duress is invalid, meaning that I still am the Queen of Scotland, meaning that you ARE the Duke of Albany, and she was lying.