What scream through yonder window breaks? Queen Derivative the Second is having a right royal ado, but before the guests can forketh down the first oxen, the Queen’s jester Yorick is found dead-ed! Join us to find out who-duneth-it!
You pride yourself on always sporting the latest fashions. Your hat is the floppiest, your breeches are the puffiest, and your ruff is ridiculous. No frill, no feather and no colour is overlooked in your quest for style.
Your clothes (and your body) have not been washed for some time. Your brown doublet hangs loose over a white shirt and your tights have holes in them.
You wear a short black cloak, black leather tunic, short black breeches, black tights and black boots. Your permanent sneer is clearly visible beneath your black goatee and a long gold chain hangs around your neck.
You wear a grey tunic, breeches and tights accented only with white collar and cuffs, because your mother says they make you look handsome. A small hand mirror comes in useful for naval gazing.
The purity of your youth is reflected in your long white dress that resembles a night-dress and which is tied with an embroidered belt. Your hair is long and braided, and you occasionally squint.
Time spent wandering lost and confused has separated you from your breeches and robes - but not your crown. What’s left is a bedraggled and torn tunic which hangs loose over your tights (you have also lost a shoe).
Clad in a long, tight-fitting red dress with embroidered gold belt, you exude dignity and authority - just as the Queen of Scotland ought. You wear a tartan sash, a stunning gold necklace to accentuate your cleavage and, of course, a crown.
As the King of Scotland, you are clad in a thick red tunic to protect you from the arrows of your enemies. Over this hangs a tartan robe, which you wear proudly along with your hard-won crown. You carry an enormous sword.
You do not have the time nor the money for fancy clothes though you are always neatly presented. Your long-sleeved dress is dark and plain, and covered with a long white apron. Your hair is tied up in a knot and you carry a ladle.
You were once beautiful but now you’re a hard-working wife and mother. You have dressed for the occasion in a sumptuous purple gown, but your hair is untidy and you have a burping cloth (and a baby) over one shoulder.
As a forest nymph, your short green tunic is dotted with leaves and flowers, and you wear green tights without any shoes. Pointy ears complete the look.
Your sparkly high-collared dress has a skirt big enough to sweep all groveling subjects to the curb. Your small crown sits on a mass of orange curls high above your pretty nose.
You wear a tight-fitting tunic and more-than-ample codpiece in blue to match the peacock feather in your beret-style cap. You are young, clean-shaven, and walk with a confident swagger.
As a lady-in-waiting, your job is to be pretty but not so pretty that you look better than the Queen. As such, your long pink dress is modest, with lacy bits and a full skirt. You always carry a quill and parchment.