Margaret wasn’t the only one that wasn’t completely happy about this. Charles watched her back as they walked around in the castle, while he tried to uphold a conversation with one of the other courtiers. But Margaret was on his mind, even though he talked about how beautiful the women of the Portuguese court were. He tried to say some nice things about the castle and the gardens, but he longed for some privacy with Margaret. He wanted to hear what she thought about, even though he could read it on her strict posture.
“Yes, Madame?” Charles left his place among the men, and walked over to join her at the window when she called for him. He wore an embroidered black velvet doublet and a matching hat with a grey feather in it. Since they were standing with their backs against the others, Charles put his hand on her hand, and looked down at her "Are you alright?"