Private encounter

Well tis nothing I can prove of course but you can see how he acts .... He sits upon his high horse looking down at everyone else. If you do not live up to his standards he will force you to bend to his will, to be his idea of how he thinks you shuld be.

He wuld have anyone think his so honorable but he is all talk. He is a coward and a wimp. If asked to defend you see if he doth not turn tail and run. *rolls eyes*

And I can tell you something is amiss, he hides some dark secret he does, though I am not sure what yet.

Thank you for that, Richard. I agree with thee. He's all high-flown ideals and grand phrases, but I doubt his sincerity. *Nearly chokes on these blatant lies but keeps forging ahead* For all his poetry, manners and artistic sense he is more woman than man.

And I know the secret.

*almost begins to drool at the last words*


What is it? Long have I sought to learn the truth, tis some great evil no doubt?

You will have to do something for me first.

*he is suspicious as he leans slightly forward to look at her gravely. But his greed is too great to back down*

Name it.

Keep in mind that for this you will get ranking upon ranking, honor upon honor. I shall secure for you a lovely French heiress, you shall be lodged in the fines palaces. You shall be the debonair of all Christendom.

*even more suspicious, but leans closer still, his eyes cleaming with greed*

Name it

I wish for you to come to court and be kind to Nicholas.

Thats it? Be nice to my brother? *waits for the catch*

And I also want you to strip naked and dance for me. *Says this in a tone of obvious jest*.

*chuckles slightly thinking ot himself he has done worse for less*


Thats it then? Stay here at court and be nice to him?

*Looks at him under slightly lowered lashes*. Based on what I have said already, can you nopt guess what else I want from you? *Raises eyebrow*.

*grins but is not about to wager a guess, this woman has decieved him already*


No I do not have a guess, please tell me what you want of me?

I cannot. My honor has already been compromised by my cousin's lies, but I have urges. As any woman does, and Nicholas cannot satisfy them. Last time I was forced to decieve you because Nicholas was here, but now he is not. We are all alone ...

*raises a brow and looks at her intently, not ready to fall into a trap again.*

If I am suppose to be nice to my brother as you say, then how in good conscience culdst I sleep with his wife?

I don't care how you treat him behind his back or in his bed, I just want you to not say anything anywhere he could hear it. Please *Leans forward and whispers in his ear* Richy, please?

*remembers to clearly what happened the last time*

How do I know he isnt slinky around somewhere and this a some trap? How do I know I wont be thrown right back in jail again?

I wudst glady grant your "request" but I fear it may cost me too much.

*Smiles* A french heiress, castles, rankings and the Queen of Scotland. Don
't worry, I couldn't have you thrown in jail again. And think of this: Would I be so dumb as to put you in a trap that I would have to let you out of three days later, because there was no evidence against you? If I wanted to trap you, you would be dead, not talking to me all alone.

*it seems like the deal of a lifetime but he is skeptical*


I will stay in court and be nice to my brother, to his face... And anything my Queen asks of me I shall obey *sly grin*

Anything? *Finally, turns on the charm. This is the charm that made men serve her for free when she was old. This is the charms that has fascinated people for 5 centuries*.

Tell me what you'll do to me.

*he is starting to sweat slightly and his face is turning red*

*he tugs at his collar trying to loosen it because suddenly he is finding it hard to breathe.*


Tell you? you seem to me the type that likes to be in charge *sly grin*

Besides I think I wuldst much rather show you, say somewhere where my brother culd no walk in any moment

*Walks so close we are almost touching* I love to be in charge, *comes in close and sucks on your earlobe and then tugs at your collar ripping your shirt almost all the way off*. That's the way to do it.

*grins* Thats the way I like it.

*He roughly pulls her into his arms so there is no more space between them. He begins to kiss and then nibble her neck*

*how many men will Marie have? how many trips to the free clinic will have to be made? the mind positively reels!*

*Pushes Richard away gently* Not here, not now. I am a Queen not a whore. But keep the shirt off *winks*.