Matt Ford

as Robert yanks her into the stable.

She runs a finger along his long moustache and down his neat goatee, then leans in for a kiss.

Elizabeth's eyes snap open.

I must speak with Her Majesty.

To Elizabeth's dismay, Robert nervously pulls away from her.

You should go.

Elizabeth scowls.

She's loath to cut short the only fun she's likely to have all day.

She's had a turbulent three years on the throne, re-establishing Protestant rule.

It's bad enough listening to her council's constant warnings of the Catholic threat to England without having to hear Scotland's ambassador drone on about his troubles too.

Elizabeth pulls Robert close again, eyes him playfully.

My bonny sweet Robin, there's no rush.

Elizabeth sighs as Robert looks unsure.

You would deny your queen?

I should punish you in the harshest way.

She playfully raises her whip as the stable door slams open.

Your Majesty.

Elizabeth jerks away from Robert as the Scottish ambassador's puffy red face appears in the doorway.

Please forgive the interruption, Your Majesty.

Your cousin Mary has sent word...