Queenie

In decorated decadence the old girl sat in all her bedazzling glory wondering how old Frankie Drake got on tackling those pesky Spanish. God I hope he went well she thought as the alternative overwhelmed her. Marrying some smelly old Spanish man wasn’t something that inspired this darling of the stronger sex. The throne wasn’t something she was ready to share just yet, if ever.

Pearls and diamonds didn’t come cheap and those commoners weren’t paying any more in upkeep as they should. Damned ingrates, didn’t they realise how lucky they were to be ruled by such a generous monarch. For richer for poorer some wit proclaimed, more fool him.

Sharing a bed was out of the question particularly with a bearded old goat reeking of garlic. Size matters she had heard but the mere thought of an invasion of any sort was enough to ruffle her ruffles.

N.B. This was my ten minute exercise in writing with the Imaginative Storm prompt last week and one I enjoyed enough to share here. The image is the one used as a prompt and is one of the three Armada Portraits of Elizabeth I, by an unknown English artist.