From his position in the doorway, Prince John listens with arms folded and eyes wide.

The king turns and stalks out of the hall. There is a moment's hesitation, and John steps forward, much to Eleanor's astonishment. "In my brother's absence...I suppose that I am best suited to hear your business. Now...let's see." He taps his finger against his chin as he looks around the room. When...

"Brother, I--" John began.

Next to him, still yapping away with an indignant expression and a nervous energy that had him standing almost on tiptoe to reach his brother's ear, John tore his eyes away from the side of his brother's head to take in their guest, and cried out. "YOU! Varlet! Scoundrel! Desist your politicking or ...

"And the lives of his successors," John adds with a smile. "Customs are born this way, and, once born, not easily dislodged." A nod of agreement. "We'll just have to set that trend then, no? How have you been otherwise, cousin." He offered a long overdue handshake, firm and stepping in close, with ...

John nods slowly. "A good mindset to have, cousin. And a safe one. I hope that it will spread widely among the nobility." He smiled at John, "Come now. It's not a rumor so it will spread like sap if it does at all. But if a few of us hold to such reasonableness then it will make the king's job just...

When the king addresses the court Geoffrey takes a step back to listen with John. "Cousin, God has placed an enormous responsibility on his shoulders. He worries not only for his people but for all of God's children. That he wishes to ensure the safety of his people while he is away is only natural...

John looks at Geoffrey helplessly, as though to say see what I have to work with?

"Suit yourself," John mutters. He turns to Geoffrey, a look of weary forbearance crossing his face.

"The wind of change, cousin. It sweeps all aside."

It's never come under attack, Your Grace. John's tone is weary, and he almost chokes on the honorific.

John plonks another candied chestnut in his mouth, all smiles.

As he and the other Bishops rise, so do Prince John and little Arthur, who, impatiently prompted by a glare from his Uncle, replaces his scarlet cap on his head and toddles after him. As John kneels and places his hands in Richard's, swearing his personal oath to serve and defend his brother, he win...

As the procession passes the seats in the south transept, its leader peels off and takes the seat appointed for him. John is not a tall man, but he is solid-looking, if a bit slimy. He takes off his ostrich-feather crown and stows it beneath his seat for the moment, scanning the procession as it goe...

[[Players not currently in a Coronation thread may, of course, join one. I just want to get the ball rolling because there are many, many coronation posts.]] The gentle rumble of murmuring nobility and clergy is drowned out by a burst of cheering from just outside the abbey. The King's procession h...

To Richard, King--or soon to be--of England, Duke of Aquitaine and Normandy, and Poitou and Anjou, and half a dozen other places, John, King of Ireland and Duke of Gloucester, sends greetings. I trust you will have had a happy time of it, setting matters to rights, letting mother out of prison (whic...

Prince John is the baby of the family, the apple of his father's eye. Of course, he betrayed his father at the end. In fact, it is widely known that John is an arrogant, dangerous man who tends to see people as objects. Fortunately, his goals are usually venal enough that he seldom has reason to use...