If Walls Could Utter Words of Truth

Part I

"I am Queen Hilary of Britain. I have caused many scandals in my reign from 1483 to the present day. I am a mother and companion." The Queen said as she slowly paced her room.

Her royal scribe stood up. "My Queen, you have forgotten to mention that you are a humble wife, and with all due respect madam, you have not caused many scandals. The Kings of Europe just look down upon you because you are the first ruler of Britain and not His Majesty."

Her royal scribe, Sir Eric Willcock was the Queen's most trusted companion, scribe, and violinist.

"Sir Eric, I do think you should explain, simply because I -" The Queen was interrupted.

"Simply because of the type of woman you are," said King Lenox, her husband.

The Queen detested her husband to some extent because of his unfaithful and lecherous ways.

"I beg your pardon; you are not one to speak about a person's character. I was pulled into an arranged marriage with you because my father was dying," she said being quite annoyed.

Sir Eric stood up. "If I may comment My Lord and Lady, the entire fact of this marriage is undefined. I mean, she was first in line for the thrown at the tender age of twelve. She had been ruling before she met you. She is twenty and married to you: An unfaithful man who is three years Her Majesty's senior. And frankly I do not know how she manages to carry on day-by-day knowing these things and so much more!"

The King just smiled. "Well Sir, her father suggested that I should be married to her and become second ruler and King. It was his dying wish. My promiscuous conquests and unfaithful behaviors had nothing to do with it."

The Queen was now in a state of vexation. "Well, My King, it has something to do with it since you are the father of a one-year-old girl, who I might add, without a doubt is actually the second ruler to my British Crown and not you; whether you adhere to it or not. Now that Lenox has nothing to do with you."

Sir Eric tried his hardest to calm the Queen down. "My Lady, do not be perplexed with the words of this man"

The King sat down, "May I remind you that I am the King of Britain and second ruler to the British thrown!"
The Queen stood up head strong in front of the King. "And may I correct you, that you are and always will be the third ruler to the British Crown. After my daughter Princess Catherine who is the second ruler. You were a duke when I reluctantly married you."

The Queen stormed out of her chambers holding her frock. "May these petticoats be damn. Only if I did not have to be such a modest Queen."

The King laughed at the comment the Queen made.

"My King, may I ask, at what do you laugh?" Sir Eric inquired.

"The fact that the Queen, my wife, called herself modest," he said.

Sir Eric was rather confused. "She is one of the most beautiful and modest Queens throughout all of the European Colonies."

"I think not," the King said as he watched a painting of Queen Hilary. "If you look closely at her dress, it sort of resembles that of a harlot in Royal role play."

Sir Eric smirked. "And you my Lord would be knowledgeable in such pastimes, now wouldn't you?"

Sir Eric never really noticed such things about the Queen or any other woman to be exact. One might say he had other interests and preferences.

The King walked slowly to his chambers. "Sometimes I wonder why..."

Within this castle, there were many scandals that had unfolded. Only if the walls could utter words of truth.