It had been clear from the first that Anne was a good queen. It had been obvious watching her with her husband, watching her with the courtiers; watching her even here, no longer a queen in rights but already finding where this new court needed holding up.

Where this new king, not hers in rights of marriage, needed holding up.

His eyes flickered between each of hers, brow furrowed and breath largely calm. "...no, Anne. You... you are not wrong."