you're asleep.

Mary's the closest of your ladies-in-waiting. a young girl, devoted, joyful and sweet, always at your service, the English Queen. it was routine. she was almost 24/7 by your side, helping with your private life, away from the harsh matters of court. she not only helped with tasks, but emotionally, too..

you felt gentle fingers on your hair, running through it, making your eyes flutter. she couldn't resist. it would probably be okay, wouldn't it..?

"you're awake, My Queen,"