This show is so sophisticated
This is never not funny
ten your nine is showing
I said you were the most beautiful thing I had ever know.
And then you stole me. And I stole you.
"Aside from the normal statecraft? I have recently recovered from small pox, thank God. Though now my ministers have pressed me further to marry and sire an heir, as have several of my courtiers, Robert Dudley among them. I am presently attempting to convince Mary of Scots to wed a man of my choosing, as she is my cousin and rival for the throne. With luck, she will agree."
"Yeah, that’s never going to happen," he commented on marrying Robert Dudley. Suddenly, he got a rush of Deja vu. He had said something similar about marrying Elizabeth when he was in his ninth incarnation at the under gallery after reading Elizabeth’s letter. He didn’t remember any of that, of course, but it seemed some things were bleeding back through his mind.
"Anyway, you’re in for a world of anger when it comes to good ol’ Mary of scots, but that’s all I’ll say on that." He picked up another piece of Chicken and popped it in his mouth. "You don’t need to produce any heirs, Elizabeth. Don’t let them tell you otherwise."
She chuckled, “It is an interesting, albeit cold, concoction. It rather stings my head. I am not certain it is a treat I would have on my own.” Elizabeth said, not wishing to mention that it stung her teeth. “Pig is a supper and banquet meal. We have chicken and pheasant this afternoon.”
"Ahhh! Chicken and Pheasant! I love it!" He picked up a piece of the chicken with his hands and saved it a bit.
"You were right. This is something I would enjoy." He stuck the chicken in his mouth and chewed on it a bit. "Where are you in your timeline anyway? What’s going on with you?" He asked while he was still chewing.
She sighed, mulling over the request, though uncertain whether it was possible. A queen was never alone, especially at night. She had attendants to consider, her lady in waiting that slept in her chamber, as well as her guards outside the door. People would come into her rooms in the morning, to help ready her for the day, as well as her priest to pray with her. It was easy for the one time before, but now…after the matter of Dudley and the rumors of her activities with hi, it was not as simple.
"I will give you my answer after this meal." She promised, no decision ever made lightly. "I give you my word."
She smiled at the Italian.
“Mi rendo conto che il sentimento e questo è tutto quello che chiedo. Permettetemi di guadagnare di nuovo la fiducia, in modo che io possa tornare a voi, a cui appartiene. Io non gioco con voi o il vostro cuore. Io non sono abituato a questo situazione o di dover condividere. non ho gettato in disparte, ma solo desiderio di crescere abituati a questo, così decide dove andare. lo prometto. “
"Tutte le grandi cose arrivano per chi sa aspettare." He smiled at her. "Soooo! You have yet to tell me what you think of the milkshake. Is it to your liking, your majesty?"
"And what have your cooks made for us? It’s not pig is it? Because…Weeell, you’ve met my pig."
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Giacomo reached to place a hand over the Doctor’s comforting one, and caressed it lightly. “yours was a reasonable response to an idiotic idea.. I should not have forced myself upon you as I did.”
"How could it possibly be idiotic when you had no idea?" He pulled him closer so he could hug him. "I’m still learning how to trust again I suppose."
The Doctor’s defensive shove sent Giacomo reeling, and nearly caused him to lose balance, though he did manage to right himself just before his backside could acquaint itself with the earth below.
"My sincerest apologies.." He knew the elder hadn’t meant to reject him as such, but his pride was well wounded in spite of this knowledge, so he thought it best that he retreat to restore his composure.
The Doctor reached out and placed his hands on Giac’s shoulders. “I’m sorry. Blimey, I really, really am sorry. It’s complicated. I, I should have told you.”