I had found a letter stained in blood laying upon my desk, accompanied by Sir David’s ring upon it. It was a written confession signed by Xander, the bookkeeper for Mary Villiers. The contents of the letter states that Mary’s late husband George Villiers, paid for papers to be forged, stating that Mary was a Beaumont and of good birth. Proving her lineage was fraudulent. I could use this information to benefit me.

Walking around the mezzanine, I see you standing there with a drunken George Villiers trying to comfort him, as he is leaning over the bannister, watching the festivities down below. It was clear the boy was angry at Somerset, embarrassed by his mother making a fool of herself at court, and feeling a tad bit neglected and abandoned by the King.

“Who let that Celt cunt be King?” My voice startles you but, George continues to stare at the King. “Not James.” I begin to clarify. “Somerset.” Smiling, I look down at the King’s favorite. “Look at him. I don’t think he’s that attractive, but wee Jimmy does. And here we are. Watching from the Gods.”

George finally turns to me, clearly unamused. “I’m sorry, who are you?”

“Pretending not to know, son?” I ask curiously as you begin to whisper to him, a look of reconciliation falls over his face as I introduce myself. “I’m the Attorney General. Statesman, lawman, philosopher, and a giant in a globe of dwarves. The King will have mentioned me. He must have, often.”

George is already bored as he looks back down at James. “Yes, well, he doesn’t really discuss politics.” He sighs heavily. “Oh, it bores him, and me.”

Smiling, I let out a slight scoff. “I am Sir Frances Bacon.” Raising my eyebrows, it seems he couldn’t give two shits. While your smile tells me you are finding this quite amusing.

“Well, Bacon,” George chuckles. “what is it you want?”

“To guide you better than Mamma.” I state simply. “Shouldn’t be too hard. You deserve so much more than her.” I watch him closely as he begins to contemplate. “Let me give it to you, a fellow special deity.”