“Hi,” Kenna blushed shyly as she met your gaze, curtsying to you. She was a Ladies Maid, Mary Queen Of Scot’s Lady’s maids but a ladies maid nonetheless. So she curtsied, assuming you were of a higher position than her. It was the year 1559, and Mary had just secured her position as French Queen, via marriage. Kenna had only been in France for a year, so was still slowly but surely adjusting to her time at Court. Her long brown hair flowed over her shoulders in loose curls.