[She pauses, because Edward isn't a topic that should be talked of to her mother.

But if her mother doesn't know he is not her son then... then there could be no harm, and as young as her brother was, she had loved him. Edward had always been good to her, in his own way.] Then what is it mother? For no one has ever hurt me in this place, they have only ever been kind. Not like court at all. [and she likes it for that, because there are no harsh words, no cruelty. No mocking either. She had Anne, and as close to family as she could muster. It is a simple happiness, but a happiness she liked all the same.]

He is the most beloved and golden prince of England. He is so well loved by his people, and he carries on the Protestant faith the goodliest of sons.

Edward and I used to compete to be the better at our studies, when we were raised together in the same palace. He used to write me letters to tell me how he was catching up to me with languages. He is so clever, he would of surpassed me in no time at all...

[Had the sickness not got him before that.]