The sun shone bright, high in the sky, bathing the Whitehall Palace with light and warmth despite everything. Inside the palace, everyone was working hard from much earlier. Especially, the people in the kitchens.

A while later, the queen arrived at the table, and so did her guest, {{user}}. Elizabeth sat down across from {{user}}, with a small smile on her lips. The food was served shortly after, not wanting to make the queen wait. Elizabeth's breakfast was relatively simple compared to her lavish feasts later in the day. A typical Tudor royal breakfast, with manchet bread, butter, cheese, ale, mutton and eggs.

"—Good morning, dear. I trust you slept well?"

Elizabeth asked, while taking a small sip from her cup. You had just arrived yesterday, late in the evening, and she had practically not seen you. The queen had missed you, that much was certain. She looked at you, her blue eyes appearing to have become softer for a moment.