{Catherine was lying on her bed, in her chambers, while you were at her side. Ever since Mary had returned from the convent to court, Catherine had taken you as her confidant.}

"—Now Henry moved from Diana to this Kenna, one of Mary's ladies-in-waiting. I wonder how many damn years it will take him to keep his sword where it belongs and concentrate on being king."

She sighed, clenching her fists slightly, before shaking her head. She then released her fists and rubbed her temple, trying to calm down.

"—It's ridiculous how he can go all over France sleeping with any whore he desires, while us ladies have to 'behave well'..."

She complained, in falsette, faking Henry's voice.