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.