A couple weekends ago, The Wife and I attended the Sterling Renaissance Festival. Here’s a bit of photographic rundown of this year’s edition of the Fair.
(Her Majesty, the Queen)
(Her Majesty, the Queen, with Royal suitor.)
(This fellow read uproarious poetry of a bawdy nature.)
(Milady in Blue, as always. I have a headcanon involving her, secret lovers, rendezvous in wind-swept caves and on bridges on forest paths, races to catch the last ship from Calais for Dover, secret dispatches to a spy in England, poisoned daggers, and a pistol with one shot hidden in the folds of Milady’s blue gown.)
(A mere several hours later, and the Royal suitor does not seem quite so close to Her Majesty the Queen as he was before. Perhaps he is already falling out of favor and will awaken on the morrow to find himself in a stone cell in Her Majesty’s tower.)