[Mary allows herself to bite the edge of her quill, livid with what she was reading and with the fact that of all people, Anne was here. But, she knew that she had to be at least respectful in public. Or, at the very least, politely distant.]
How could I trust you, given all that has occurred? I was not permitted to see my mother on her death bed for your fear that we might conspire against you. Do you think me that evil?
At least the latter comment we can both agree on. Where are you now, Mistress? At the Palace? I could find my way there easily enough. It seems quite quiet around here. None of the other servants are present at the moment.