Welcome Sir Nicholas

It would be my pleasure to meet his Majesty.

*smiles*

Ah Greensleves! A wonderful selection!

*begins to play then pauses*

Perhaps one of you would care to acompany me with what I am sure will be a captivating singing voice?

Miss Boleyn has a well renowned singing voice, however she seems to be 'away' from here at the moment. I guess you'll simply have to make do with mine.
*waits for you to start then begins to sing*

*once the song is concluded*

I have had the pleasure of Anne's voice before and I must say, with no offense towards Anne of course, that yours is just as sweet

*smiles*

That is very kind of you *blushes*
I suppose the other courtiers will be wondering where we are.
Come on, let's go back.

Hello, Sir Nicholas Rhodes. Elizabeth hath played me falsely, I am no subject of hers, and she admitted she hath imprisoned me for a crime I hath not comitted. Now, how DARE you speak to me that way! I am a Queen you are a peseant, learn your place!

Tis mine household and thou art not Queen of this land.

Sir Nicholas is a loyal subject of England, and as such can call you whatever slander he wishes! In fact, tis quite the requirement.

You destroy all Monarchs by letting this commoner defame me Elizabeth! You art my own cousin! In my veins run thine blood and vice versa! Fine then, instead of ordering as a Queen, I will ask as an equal: Please make him stop!

Commoner *laughs, clearly not offended in the least* I am no commoner. But alas even if I were I would know better than to slander one in their own household, which, may I remind you was the cause for my ill words towards you.

Queen Anne is a dear friend and Young Bess my Gracious hostess. Your hostile words towards them provoked my outburst nothing more. And nothing more have I to say to you but kind words if it be kind words you utter to those I hold dear.

I harbor no ill will towards so long as you treat the others here with respect.

*turns to the other ladies of the court and bows* I am sorry if my actions have caused you destress

Thank thee good sir Nicholas for being more forgiving than I on these matters. I shall have to try to follow your good example, though it distresses me so to have mine own cousin speak so badly of myself and mine own kin.

Twould please me greatly if thou wudst treat mine cousin as a kinswoman of mine as well as a good lady of royal personage.

There Marie, wilt that do? ...of course if thou dost insist on vexing me by slandering mine own mother in mine own household I shall let Sir Nicholas commence his plan to throw you in the Hatfield stables. Tis only fair he be allowed to do mine own bidding.

*bows deeply to Elizabeth*

Of Course, what ever you wish My Lady


*offers a charming smile to Marie Stuart* A Truce then?

*Smiles a drop-dead gorgeous Giga-watt smile st sir Nicholas, the kind that makes old men pass out with bliss* Nothing would please me more.


And dearest cousin, I slander you with nothing. I merely state the truth, often things you hyave said. And about your mother ... she started it!

*stares at Marie for a while then rolls eyes*
Oh please,
It seems that Hatfield really is the place to be at the moment!
Shall we dance? *beckons musicians to play a Volta*

oh! La Volta!

*claps hands excitedly*

Tis mine favourite dance of all!

...and the only proper way to show off one's pretty ankles!

*returns Marie Staurts smile with one of his own*

Ah now this is much better is it not?

*positions himself against a wall to watch the danceing*

Oh, dearest cousin. May I invite the Maries to dance with us?

Oh please do, the more the merrier.

To dance brings such joy, everyone shudst be permitted to join us.

.. A swift summer breeze blows through the castle as a mysterious woman cloaked in Lapis Lazuli Blue enters the building, transfixion. Perhaps transfixed is the only word that correctly describes the emotions of all present. The ladies; they wanted to be her. The Lords; they wanted to be with her.

She pushes her golden locks to her side to reveal her eyes, a tantalizing shade of grey. The look of a Witch. She must be a Witch. For the whole court has been seduced by her spell. Her perfectly formed face simply seems to glow beneath her heavy-lidded eyes - like those of a dragon.

The great Lady opens her petite mouth, her voice: a slender, smooth tone.

"My name is Elizabeth Woodville."

*Invites the Marie's, 4 beautiful women who all look better and younger than Elizabeth*. *Dances a beautiful French routine with the Maries*.

*Tosses hair from side to side*
Ah, has anybody seen my love? for his absence from me is a great trouble.
*Even in confusion Elizabeth seems to ooze confidence and sex appeal*
We have always connected - it was love, love on sight, troubadour love.

Dearest Madame Woodville, you resemble an insane character from a romance novel. And you will never be more beautiful than me, so desist trying.

You are much mistaken, I fear that in your ignorance you do not know me - or my story. Alas, I am the most beautiful woman in the world.

*gasps*

Great grandmama?!

*is overcome with an attack of the vapours*

*Starts to think*, if you are her Great-Grandmother than you must be my Great-Great-Grandmother! I am so sorry for speaking to you that way dearest grand-mere! Please forgiveth me!

My dear Elizabeth,
I have heard alot about you - and I am proud.
*Glances haughtily at Marie*
That is okay my sweet child.
*Pulls back veil*
I see fashions have changed slightly, however, not enough to detract from my radiance.
My mother was a witch, and a descendant of the Water Goddess Melusina.
While I never mastered the art of Magic, it worked effectively enough in my prime.

Well, well. I just stopped by to get a dancing lesson from the Maries, and it seems that things have become most dramatic.