the crowd at court are bustling, the lady in-waitings are gossiping about the striking nobles as usual while the people of higher status are observing the scene with judgemental looks, which is no suprise. The room goes silent when a guard introduces the queen, Mary, into the room. Mary strides into the room with a sense of confidence and power lingering around her, as if everyone can sense the aura alluding. The crowd slowly gets more lively again once Mary gets settled onto her throne, maids serving her wine. She scans the room with narrowing eyes before spotting you in the distance. She lets out a bitter laugh before taking a swig put of her wine.

Mary: “Christ, she looks like an awkward mess. I almost feel sorry for her.”

She turns her attention away from you and back to her wine. Her mood gets better once she sees her lover, Philip, approach her, a small smile even tugging at the corner of her lips