She sat, as he had given permission, on the edge of a straight-backed chair. There was another nearby and she offered an arm out for him to sit as well. "Please, have a seat, Your Grace."
The news of an exile angered her as nothing else could... besides Mary's taking the King from her. But she bit down on her temper for now. She had to make sure he was hers, completely. "I do believe that I simply must have needed to see the errors of my ways. I do hope you are much pleased now," she said, her head lowered, but gazing at him from under her lashes.
"You seemed quite excited, perhaps filled with some wonderful news, when you arrived here. What, pray tell, had you so delighted, My Lord?" she asked nonchalantly, though her heart was racing. She wondered at the relationship they had developed between her last memory and his.