My sister, Mary Tudor, is at home in England, and sits upon the throne. [Silly people, don't you know anything.] My mother Anne Boleyn, who was also a Queen once, was here -- and you must be very kind to her, you must not speak of the terrible things to pass. She is also to be addressed as Your Majesty.

I can manage that -- oh and please, you must not call me that. I am just the Lady Elizabeth Tudor, I was stripped of any chance of such titles along time ago. [But she thinks nothing of it, because people have all had a strange inclination to call her formal greetings such as that, lately.] And it is a pleasure to meet you, my lady. I will be there shortly.

[and she fished out a bottle of wine that she knew not to be too sweet, and headed over to M's room when she was ready. Knock, knock, knocking, on her chamber door.]