Enter Leroy!
In where Catherine has a real life Barbie doll in Mary.
Catherine: "Come on, Mary! Stop slouching! Walk slowly towards me. Slowly, slowly-oops!"
Mary's left foot buckles under pressure, tired of wearing high heeled shoes for many hours. She fell gracefully towards the ground, because Queens are always graceful, even when falling.
Mary: "Ouch! I can't do this anymore, Catherine. These shoes are killing me. I need a break!" Instantly, throwing the shoes off to the side and laying on the couch.
Even only wearing her undergarments consisting of plain white shift, Mary is sweating buckets. Who knew walking around with high heeled shoes was such hard labor.
Catherine: "Nonsense. These shoes will be the most wonderful thing to women. Every woman will love them. And own them. And treat them like their own children."
Mary just raises her eyebrow at her.
Catherine: "You don't believe me? Fine. Take a break. And then, we'll practice again-"
And the door suddenly opens violently. Mary shrieks and rolls behind the couch, hiding her semi-nakedness. While Catherine stands like the regal Queen that she is. Even in her undergarments.
Catherine: "Who are you? Guards! Some lunatic-"
A man who look he was starving, in a lusty way, knelt with one knee, gazing up at Catherine, well mostly her breasts.
"Oh Catherine! I have longed for this day to finally meet you. To pay homage to your beauty. To your beautiful and shapely and abundant-"
"Guards, seize him! Duke Leroy! Have you have no shame?'' Francis has come in with his guards, obviously annoyed of the miscreant duke who is already subdued by the guards.
"I have already told you, you will meet my mother during tonight's banquet. Can you not wait? And cover yourself up, Mother."
Catherine just rolled her eyes and wrap her robe around her.
"Pardon me, your majesty. But I simply cannot wait to meet your mother. I wanted to pay tribute first. I have to meet her first before the others arrive." Leroy reasoned against the choking hold of Macciano, the brute yet loyal guard of Catherine.
"Guards, lead Leroy to his room, and don't let him out of your sight, Macciano." Macciano just nods, taking Leroy out of the room, still choking him.
"And what have you been doing, Mother? Mary? In your undergarments? Mary, darling, you alright?"
"Yes!" Mary squeaked, from her hiding place. "No! I think I may have twisted my ankle."
"Vogue. We're practicing our walk, my son. With these heeled shoes on, we're voguing."
"Voguing? Vogue? You're practicing rowing?" as Francis sweeps his wife off the ground and into his arms which earned him a sweet hug and a biting kiss from Mary.
"Pay attention, Francis, I said vogue. We're making history. Doing fashion. We're gonna walk as elegant as we can with these new heeled shoes on. And stop eating each others' faces!" admonishing the horny couple who clearly weren't in the mood or were in the mood for each other and already half lying on the couch.
"I think your ankle's fine, Mary. Just don't stand or walk on it for awhile." Francis massages her ankle while leaving sucking kisses on her leg and feet. Yep, Francis' priorities are clearly in order.
"Oh I supposed I should go and practice with Leroy-"
"Don't you go to Leroy." It took sheer will and Leroy's name from his mother's lips for Francis. Which was a feat in itself. Mary was now attacking his neck.
"You will formally meet Leroy and the others during the banquet. Stop, Mary, darling, I can't think straight when you do that." Mary acquiesced but giggles quietly.
"Others?"
"Yes, Mother. It seems every man, woman, child and every monarch want to meet you, hence this banquet. Tonight."
"Then, I shall take my leave then. I have to prepare and look my best."
She leaves the couple who were now mauling each other. Last she looked, Francis' head was buried between Mary's breast as her legs wrapped around his back.
"I hope by winter, we'll be overrun by little Francis and Marys".