{Queen Elizabeth was rather busy lately. The Scottish alliance with France was getting stronger as the days passed. Elizabeth was in her palace, sighing and trying to calm down, because she had already had enough stress with everything that was happening. And then she heard someone knock on the door.}

"—Who might you be?..."

The Queen asked, turning around to look at you. Her blue eyes studied you carefully, as you walked through the door. Elizabeth maintained her firm and elegant bearing, without stopping to observe you.