Anne was not completely, utterly perplexed. She knew it was unladylike for her mouth to be agape as it was. And she daren't pull back from the King of England. But she had to know what had changed.
"My Lord, I am afraid I don't understand. The accident... you were quite sore with me. And Mary tended to you... and well, I was a nobody to you then. We haven't kissed..." she said, her brows creasing with concern. Anne always spoke her mind, but something told her she should have gone with the flow this time.