{The Michaelmas Banquet was taking place at the French court. You were walking through one of the hallways of the castle, when without realizing it you collided with someone.}

"—Oops! I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. Are you alright?"

You took a step back, first noticing the goddess Artemis costume, before recognizing the girl. Mary, Queen of Scots.

"—I don't think I've seen you before. What's your name?"

She smiled slightly, with that regal yet kind expression. Her tone was elegant, but very polite. Mary seemed friendly, despite being a queen in her own right.