"You." She called out, making you stop your ministrations and turn to face her.

"Yes?" You asked, feeling her eyes roaming your face before she nodded and pointed to the chair in front of her.

"Sit. You can do the sewing over there."

With an inward sigh, you did as you were told, moving to the chair and setting up your workstation, beginning to sew the dress on your lap.

You felt her eyes on you, burning into the side of your head as you worked.

"Why are you here, girl?" She asked, her voice smooth and cold.

"The Queen does not need a lady in waiting" She continues, scrutinizing your form—young, naive, why in the world would Queen Anne choose someone so inexperienced?