It had been a long couple of days, filled will learning curves that Anne wasn't sure she had done well with. She hadn't been beheaded (again), so she figured all was well so far. There were papers and telephones and numerous other things she didn't understand covering her spacious desk and finally she shooed everyone out of her large office and collapsed in the large leather chair to catch her breath.
Just then, someone knocked on the door and in stalked His Majesty. Before the door could shut behind him, Anne leapt to her feet, not exactly teetering in her four inch heels, but definitely placing a hand on the edge of the desk for support. Her heart started thudding immediately and then he was throwing himself into the matching chair across the way and she was attempting a curtsy in a skirt that swung five inches above her knees.
Always one for immodesty, the length didn't bother her so much as it made it extremely difficult to show respect. Remaining on her feet, she settled for, "Your Grace." A pause. "Henry. What brings you here so early?"