You Are Speaking To A Queen! Watch Your Manners Sire. PAFP

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    Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots
    20 Years of Age
    Mary is seeking a husband, one from a wealthy, powerful country, in order to support her country in the conflict with England. Having rejected an offer from France, she has returned to Scotland to have suitors continue to court her in her homeland.



    This turns into quite the issue when she meets your character, whom may or may not be involved in Scottish Court, (where they first meet can be decided later) is busy making quite the fool of himself. This event causes her to make an intercession on his behalf, for which he owes her. We shall go from there.



    The status of your character matters not, but if he is not a King or Crown Prince then I would prefer that he be Titled, so that he could at least be considered as a suitor..


    :-[ Yas! Okay



    Mid-morning, Mary is preparing her court for the arrival of guests for the coming time. The duchy of Cornwall received approval to come to court about a week past and the young queen couldn't help but feel somewhat nervous. The rumor is that the Duke is searching for a wife and asked to come to court as a suitor, though this was obviously not in his request. He would arrive in the coming hour and she knew she must steady herself.
    *A walk in the gardens would do me some good* She thinks to herself, bringing one of her ladies with her.

    Charles straightened his doublet a final time before he slung his leg off his horse and onto the ground. He handed the reigns off to a stableboy. His personal guard shadowed him at a respectable distance as he walked towards the castle. He blinked quietly, taking quiet notes of the castle, and it's somewhat... isolated placement. It was a nice difference to the bustling castles of England where one couldn't get an ounce of peace and quiet during the day.
    Taking a deep breath, he entered through the mouth of the gatehouse, his cloak sweeping the floor lightly as dead leaves fluttered around at the stirring of feet.

    Mary recognized the soft clinking of body armor behind her as her royal guards, though she also heard another set of footsteps after a few minutes walking the gardens with her lady. It was a maid, whos arrival to her announced her suspicion. That the Duke of Cornwall had arrived at her court.
    Mary nods and dismisses the servant before turning to her lady, "And so it begins." She states quietly before they turn to walk back into the castle. In this moment she takes some seconds to admire her home. She had taken it back from radicals and restored her country to Catholicism upon her return from France. Now her people wanted an heir. And she was content to give them that, because she is home.

    He stayed in the main hall until she arrived, it would have been rude of him to wander around someone else's castle without their permission. He ran a hand down the front of his doublet a final time, letting out a breath as he did his best to dispel the last of his anxiety. He wasn't scared per se, but more nervous for the fact that he had no idea of what to expect. He had never come this far up, content to stay in England, but as his prime age began to come about, he was ordered by his father to look for a suitable wife. He shook his head slightly, running a hand through his dark curls, he needed to stay calm to stay charming.

    Mary's dark hair fell down her back, bouncing slightly as she walked purposefully. Her footfalls echoed as she walks through the stone halls. The young queen emerges into the Great Hall, taking a deep and silent breath as she spots the Duke. Her eyes quickly flit over his body for a mere second before she even stops in front of him. "You must be the Duke of Cornwall." She says observantly, noting his golden livery collar. She holds out her hand carefully for him.

    "And you must be Queen Mary," he replied, lightly taking her hand, and grazing his lips against her knuckles. He released her hand before straightening himself back up. "It's a pleasure to meet you, your grace." He said, inclining his head respectfully. "I've heard the most lovely things about you, even from my grump of a father."

    Mary allows a soft smile to grace her coloured lips, "It's a pleasure to meet you as well Duke. And its nice to know that not all of England speaks poorly of my reign." She remarks to him. "Did you have an easy journey?" She asks him kindly.

    "I did, it was much easier as I prefer to travel light. We got lucky as the only storm we saw turned west and avoided us." He replied, the skin around his eyes crinkling warmly as he gave a small smile. "Though, with all the mountains I would give out my heart to anyone travelling by carriage."

    She gives a small laugh, "It is quite a lovely sight by carriage. As challenging as it may get at times." She points out to him. She had done the trip by carriage before, to check the border duchies and such when she returned from France.
    "Have you been shown around my home yet?" She asks him, figuring that he could be shown around after dinner.

    "No, your grace, I've only just arrived. I do hope that I'm not interrupting dinner?" He questioned, a sympathetic expression on his features. "I do hope I haven't, I'd hate to be rude." He said, smoothing down nonexistent wrinkles in his doublet.

    Mary could sense his growing nerves, "Certainly not! There's noting to interrupt today. You're arrival is the most exciting thing to happen so far today," She says jokingly, noting the servants whispering to each other. She motions for him to walk with her to avoid as much gossip as possible. A challenging task to say the least.

    He began to walk with her, waving his personal guard off with a quick motion behind himself. "You have a very nice location for a castle here your grace." He said, doing his best to start small talk. He lightly clasped his hands behind himself as he walked.

    Mary smiles, "Thank you. I quite like it too." She tells him with a smile. She folds her hands together in front of her, relatively calm now. "Perhaps one day you could ride and see the countryside." She suggests to him.

    "Perhaps I might, I've only seen a small part of the area as we rode through. Although, I am curious, are the woods here as dangerous as the woods back in England?" He questioned, turning his head slightly to look at her. "I only ask because I would rather keep my encounters with bears as low as possible; for my health, of course." He said with a small chuckle.

    Mary laughs softly, "We have many kinds of wildlife, though they often hide away from people. I have had the treat of seeing a small group of wolves, they had puppies too. But I've never seen a bear myself, though the hunts usually turn up one or two a year." She tells him, surprised that the Englishman had any curiosities regarding Scotland.

    "Ah, I see. Well, that is a nice surprise to know that I can tour the countryside without being dressed for combat." He said in good humor. "Though, do tell, how do your farms operate this high up? Not to mention that your winters must bite through warm clothing with ease if the ones back home are bad." He said, letting his hands release themselves and fall to his sides.

    She smirks slightly, "Here in Scotland, our primary industry is wool and sheep. Which we have lots of." This of course is quite true, as without sheep as a source of income, Scotland would be pretty much barren. But the sheep do well in the country and provide an effective living.