Silly cottage. Anne wasn't sure about this Mason guy and though she was supposedly married to him? She wasn't about to touch him. Not while she could still prove her loyalty to Henry. Something was different about this time and while there were no ladies maids available to her, she had served at Court enough to know how to pin her own hair up again. It looked decent, still down from her ride, pinned back at the sides.
She'd found a black t-shirt in one of the drawers upstairs and had put that on over her dark riding skirt and tall dark riding boots. The knock on the door had her raising her chin temporarily and once she'd opened it, she dropped into a small curtsy, a coy smile on her face.