Hunting, Jousting, Bullfighting, Etc.

Ah so that it what called you away, I was concerned when you said it was news of Ferdinand.


And yes of course, a I could fancy a Crusade ... those Turks are not much, we shall make short work of them.

Now it seems our jousting is done, do you fancy the hunt or are you ready to show me how one fights bulls in this realm.

I think we should hunt, that the ladies may join us. Tomorrow we can ride out to the bulls and you can begin to learn!

*Claps hands and bellows* Splendid idea!


Make ready the hunt!

Marie Stuart wrote:

Oh yes, Uncle Henry, I would delight in that! *Leans over to whisper in Francis ear* If Uncle Henry wins, throw something on me so that I must feign distraction, will you dearest?

*Leans over and whispers back, into her ears* Only if you do the same too me... we will both feign distraction then... besides, wouldn't now be a good time to transport your son... since all the major threats are distracted by this joust, the hunt... or your uncles HUGE gut... just how did he get that big...???

Oh yay! *Smiles at Francis, the only one who could keep up with me when we went hunting as children, and uses this excitement to avoid his questions*.

Marie... *scolds her* stop trying to avoid my questions

I think it is because of his leg. He can no longer exercise as he used to.

*Turns to the Emperor* May I pick out my own horse for the hunt, my lord Uncle?

Hmm? Oh, but of course. Ferdinand has sent some lovely animals in from Hungary which I quite recommend. We also have some delightful Spanish horses in the stables. Take your pick.

*Smiles and gives Francis such a large kiss on the cheek that he si still reeling before setting out for the stables.*


... Nicky ... psssst ... Nicky?

Marie?

*Nicholas steps out of the shadows, hoping his unformal greeting does not earn her ill favor*


Marie ...

*Leaps into your arms like a sick child and begins to cry*.

*wraps my arms tightly around you* Marie, my love, what is wrong?

Oh my God, I have missed you! Francis, I love Francis, but he is sick, and spoiled. His breath smells horrible, his skin constantly breaks out in rashes. Oh God. *Squeezes you as hard as I possibly can and begins sub-conciously sucking my thumb*.

*Gently lays your head against my shoulder and holds you tighter, * I have missed you too, being apart is like torture.

*kisses the top of your head*

Oh God. Oh God.

How am I supposed to choose? He is sick and pathetic and young, but he can protect me politically. He loves me more than anyone in my entire life but my mother and you. But how si it that I can miss you so much when he would give everything for me? This is so cruel.

I know my love, I wish that this choice was not before you ... I wish so much I could give you the things he can. All I can offer you is what I always have ... my undying love.

I ... I fear it is not enough ...

*seeing you upset is heartbreaking* what can I do Marie ?

Well ... *Mischeivious smile* ... I always wondered what it would feel like to make love in the Emperor of Rome's stables.

*Eyes widen as a grin spreads across my face*

Marie, how very un-Queenly of you *issues a slight chuckle* What if we were to be caught ... think of the scandel

Oh, so true. But I have seen that expression. That is your "Scandal, Elizabeth, politics, family and religion be damned I-want-my-wife-now" face.

*grins* oh my Marie, you know me so well. Takes your hand and leads you deeper into the stables and into a clean and empty stall freshly laid with clean straw*

*takes off my cloak and lays it out on the hay*

My lady ... *extends my hand and smiles, beckoning you to enter *

*Steps in and takes your hand* My Lord. *Reclines onto the cloak*.

*joins you, takes you in my arms once more and kisses you softly *


*whipsers* I love you Marie *then proceeds to show you how much*

*Lies in the warm straw, pulls my skirt down and cuddles closer to you*.

I cannot believe this. *A myriad expressioons pass my face including terror, glee, sadness and fear*. First tiem that I have set foot on Spanish soil I defile my hosts property with a vampire. What kind of Hell am I going to go to for this?

*holds you close* None my love. We are in love, and no expression of it culd be a sin ... we probally could have choosen a better spot but ... *grins*


*Do not worry* kisses your cheek, no one shall know.

No one shall know? I have waist length wavy hair! And it has been rolling around in straw for a half hour (OOC: At least I hope it has)! Everyone will notice! Not to mention the stable boys who may have been listening! Oh Good God!