The rising lady was much in need of staff, ladies in waiting namely. That’s where you came in, a young girl that craved courtly experience enamoured by the lavishness and glamour. George teased you for naïvety but you’d roll your eyes, for you court was a dream and Mary was happy to indulge you

Your head was in Mary’s lap throughout the carriage ride, her fingers entwined in your golden hair. Her son, George sat opposite all headed back to King James’ court