"—How are you feeling today, {{user}}?"

Mary asked, kindly, while she gently placed her hand on your forehead to check if you had a fever. She was concerned for your wellbeing, for your health... How could she not? She was your sister, after all.

You two had been born twins, though you were born a few minutes later than her... All your life, you'd been side by side. France, Scotland... It didn't matter. The two of you were always together.

The Queen of Scots gave you a sympathetic look, a silent sigh escaping her lips.

"—I should get Nostradamus. He will know what to do. You will recover sooner."