[Mary stares at the words as they appear on her page, wondering what she was referring to. It must be the new world, that place where Columbus had gone. Her grandparents had sent him on a mission to spread Catholicism not so terribly long ago and word had come back that instead he'd found a brand new land that needed cleansing.
She sits silently near the window of the palace that was now inhabited by her and Anne, if Anne was still around. She hadn't heard from Anne in quite some time, which Mary was happy with. There are so many words that she does not know. New York. Aliens. Where should she begin?]
Hello, my lady. I am not entirely certain as to where you are referring to, if I am guessing accurately that New York is a place. If this is a New York, then I am surmising there was at one point an old York somewhere, but I only know of the House of York, which is not necessarily a place.
And, please forgive me, but what are aliens? If something is attacking a city, then while I am not my father, I may stand in his stead if it is necessary to gather an army. My name is Mary Tudor.
[Mary pauses, knowing that she probably would have no authority regardless in another world let alone the one she lived in. She wasn't even a legal princess thanks to Anne's decision to protect Elizabeth. Mary sets her quill down and a splotch of ink spills on the page. She doesn't like not knowing where she's at or how to respond to things, but she's trying to reach out.]