𝑵𝒐𝒏 𝑷𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒐 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊 𝑨𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆

'𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣!'

The ladies in waiting stood in front of the Royal Bedchamber's door.
Her Grace had announced, Robert Dudley would have wanted to talk to her that evening. Indeed,the nobleman arrived a few minutes later. Nodding at the two, he greeted them. 'Lady Margaret-Lady Isabel.' His charming smile made Margaret's heart skip a beat: He was so handsome in his mustard- yellow waistcoat and trousers..
After he had entered the Queen's chamber, Isabel leaned herself towards her friend. 'Have you recognized how muscular his legs are in this pantyhose?' Margaret smirked suggestively. 'I would like to know about his virility. Pretty sure he does it reeeally well...'

Suddenly they heard a screeching from inside. Isabel frowned: 'Uh-oh, it does not sound like this shows her pleasure..." Surreptitiously, the two opened the door ajar. Since there was almost complete darkness,the pair could only be seen shadowily.

'How do you dare?!', screamed Elizabeth, obviously seething with anger. 'Don't you see it? Or do you simply don't want to? I try to marry you because I LOVE you!"
'Love? Your enemies will try anything to remove you. I might not need to tell you that there are plenty of them.'
Robert hissed:' Ah,there is the point: You consider me not good enough for you. But it's fine! I will then bother you no long-'
𝖢𝗅𝖺𝗉. She had given him a slap into the face. At first he kept standing there motionless-like entirely perplex.

Then he rushed out of the chamber, slamming the door.