Weather it is true or not, you need not embarrass yourself. You’re a King! Not some besotted lustful peasant.

If you keep speaking I am going to need to go to confession just for standing next to you, dear brother.

A horse clearly if he keeps speaking. King of England acting like he was raised in a barn.

I am the patron of an order of nuns! If you keep talking I’m going to be bathed in holy water!

One could say that. In my case into a foreign royal family. I was also quite young, only 13. Having a woman king of sorts for your mother in law teaches one much.

*She grabs a fan to casually whack him with for being so crude in her presence.* I will pray for you, Hal.

Long ago springtimes of childhood…

*She makes a face clearly a bit appalled. It was only a light smack, it didn’t hurt, but the fast that he dared strike her at all was troubling. Still she grabbed it back and hit him again.* I swear if Tom, Johnny, & Humphrey were here what would they say? You behaving like this.

*She smirked some and took the fan, before giving him a bit of a hard whack this time.* Stop behaving like you were raised in a barn, big brother. Apparently we need to find you a wife immediately.

I am so sorry on his behalf, uncle Tommy. Papa would be so embarrassed if he could see this right now.

I think the lack of mama growing up, combined with his disagreements with Papa while he’s like this. Maybe Grandsire can straighten him out some. I’m going to need several days worth of confessions if he keeps misbehaving.

Is the coast clear?

*It was almost as if the two of them were children again as they were playfully hitting each other at this point. She was in a fit of giggles as she looked at him.* I spend quite a bit of my fine with nuns you know. My sister in law Catherine hasn’t been married yet.

I find the nuns quite nice. I spend a lot of my time at this lovely Abby in Sweden. They’re wonderful women. Perhaps I’ll send some over here for England. My chief lady is even the granddaughter of Saint Bridgette. You’d love the north. *She says easing up on the roughhousing.*

No I don’t think he does. I’ve had enough talk of that to send me to confession several times over. Papa isn’t around, but I just wanted him to say hi to you.

When the Pope bands double monasteries, but you’re so sweet and also your brother is the King of England so you get him to make an exception just for your favorite order.

//Despite having come to Scandinavia as a teenager from a foreign country Philippa goes down as a really beloved monarch by her people. To the point where when her husband started seeing someone else after her death they were like how dare you try to replace her!

He’s called you a poodle? I have to admit that is very funny.