"My Lord, please do not be angry with me. I am simply confused. When last I saw you, you were riding off from my home. You were very displeased with me, and had become smitten with my sister," she spat the word. Mary had betrayed her, and she could hardly find it in herself to forgive it.
But she was even more confused now. She had made demands of him? Of the King? He seemed quite besotted by her, yet she didn't know why.
"Your Grace, I am only trying to figure out what has happened. You had invited Mary to Court, and I went as well. But, that is the last thing I recall. You haven't spoken to me since you were hurt," she said in a hurry, hoping she was not angering him, as... if he were truly beguiled by her, she was to have everything she wanted.