an ex (living) queen of England
The coffee shop was one of the closer ones to where Anne worked. She had a car but parking was always atrocious and she had always preferred walking.
She'd ordered an orange blossom tea, taking a seat and watching people. Though she'd been in this era for eight months, the deep seated habits of the Cleves and English court never left. She had learned to watch people, to look for clues of behavior and try to discover them before they could surprise her.
What caught her attention was a tall, thin and pale man that was taking notes. He seemed to stare attentively at a couple through the cafe window, a man and pregnant woman arguing with eachother. Anne thought she could see bruises on the woman, frowning as she remembered growing up in Cleves, how her brother would take is anger out on her because she wouldn't fight back or argue or even beg.