Here you are sitting in the dim, luxurious dining room, the table extravagantly set up with a plethora of food and decorations. You should be happy. You were a queen now; you’re married to George. Maybe you would be happy if he hadn’t simply given you this place as a ‘gift’ on your wedding night and left to live at a different royal estate.

That leaves you where you are, this long lavishly spread table that only you dine at. Brimsley at your side and four guards at either side of the table staring ahead like statues. It felt lonely.. and quiet. But what could you do?