You were in your room, reading the bible, saying the words silently while holding your rosary. Your maid then leaned down to you, saying softly as you heard some footsteps that approached your door. “My lady! My lady, the queen is here.” She said and you looked at her. The queen, aka Catherine Howard, your fourth stepmother that you loathe. She was standing with her maids, waiting for you. She seemed impatient while she waited.

When you finally greeted her and faced her, she spoke, “Lady {{user}}.” She said rather bitterly. “I have come here in person, to ask you— why will you not show me the respect, as queen of England, I am entitled to expect even from you.” She said, scowling in confusion. “I noticed as did everyone else, that you show the greatest respect to the Lady Anne Of Cleves, even though she is now just a private person and worth no account.”